Kuroka sat on the bench, staring at his hands. He had lost.
To Kaito.
To the so-called "protagonist."
The thought made his blood boil. His entire existence had been about domination.
Now, he was nothing more than a stepping stone.
"You're Just Extras."
Sora, Takura, and Koresei were training nearby, passing the ball between them.
Kuroka watched them—disgusted.
"You three… what are you even doing?" His voice was sharp, dripping with venom.
Sora turned, raising an eyebrow. "Training?"
Kuroka scoffed. "Training? For what? You think you can compete with Kaito? With Julias?"
Takura frowned. "We're here to improve, just like everyone else."
Kuroka laughed—a cold, hollow laugh.
"Improve? You're all nobodies. Just obstacles for the real players. Players like Kaito… and me."
Sora clenched his fists. "And what does that make you? You lost to Kaito."
Kuroka's eyes flared. "Yeah… but unlike you, I won't stay weak."
With that, he turned and walked away.
He had work to do.
Kuroka trained harder than ever. Every second. Every breath.
But it wasn't enough. Keiji mastered Emperor's Impact.
Kaito had Metavision and the Direct Shot.
He needed more.
Keiji stood in front of him, ready for their match. He smirked. "So, you think you can take me down, Kuroka?"
Kuroka grinned. "Shut up and play."
The match began.
Keiji immediately copied Kuroka's movements. It was like playing against a mirror.
Then Keiji activated Emperor's Impact—Julias skill he copied perfectly his shot was unstoppable.
BOOM.
Goal.
1-0.
But Kuroka didn't flinch.
Instead… he smiled.
His body felt different.
Faster. Lighter.
Keiji moved—but Kuroka disappeared.
No, he wasn't gone.
He was just too fast to see.
He reappeared behind Keiji.
"You're too slow."
Before Keiji could react—GOAL.
1-1.
Keiji's eyes widened. "What… was that?"
Kuroka smirked.
Godspeed.
The ability to move at insane speeds—like lightning.
Keiji tried copied Kuroka's new moves. But even after trying having Emperor's Impact, even after copying Kaito's Metavision…
He couldn't keep up.
Kuroka devoured him.
Final Score: 3-1.
The Tyrant had returned.
And this time?
He wasn't stopping until he ruled everything.