The match between João Augustinha's Brazilian Team and Mei Yun's Korean Team had begun.
From the moment the whistle blew, it was clear: the Koreans were in serious trouble.
Brazil's Keiji and Kuroka were monsters on the field. They had trained under one of the world's greatest strikers, and it showed.
Keiji, in particular, was terrifying.
Keiji wasn't just strong—he was adaptable.
He had copied techniques from multiple players and refined them to near perfection.
Godspeed – learned from Kuroka, making him one of the fastest players on the field.Kaito's Direct Shot – allowing him to fire powerful shots from unpredictable angles.Emperor's Impact – stolen from Julias, but it had a limit. If he used it, he wouldn't be able to for a while.
And against a struggling Korean defense?
He was unstoppable.
Within five minutes, Keiji activated Godspeed—blurring past Takura before blasting a Direct Shot into the goal.
1-0.
Then Kuroka took over, feeding off the energy of the game.
Using Godspeed, he weaved past Daichi before delivering a powerful shot past the goalkeeper.
2-0.
The Koreans were falling apart.
The Emperor's Impact
At the 45th-minute mark, Keiji stood at the edge of the penalty box, staring down the Korean goalkeeper.
The air crackled with intensity.
He raised his foot—then struck.
The ball rocketed forward, spinning at an insane velocity.
It was Julias's signature move.
EMPEROR'S IMPACT.
The Korean keeper didn't even see it move.
BOOM.
3-0.
The crowd erupted at the sheer power behind the shot. Keiji grinned—but he knew the price. He wouldn't be able to use Emperor's Impact again for the rest of the match.
But it didn't matter. The damage had been done.
The match was nearly over.
Mei Yun, despite the overwhelming loss, refused to stop believing in his team.
He saw one last chance.
With incredible vision, he bent a perfect pass through the Brazilian defense, landing right in front of Sora.
"Now or never."
Something inside her clicked.
Her body moved on its own.
She dashed forward, her speed and precision reaching a whole new level.
Kuroka tried to intercept.
Too slow.
Keiji moved to block her shot.
Too late.
Sora fired.
The ball soared through the air, curving beautifully before slamming into the top-left corner of the net.
GOAL!
3-1.
The referee blew the final whistle.
Brazil had crushed Korea—but Sora had awakened.
She stood in the middle of the field, her heart racing.
This wasn't the end.
Next time, she wouldn't just score a goal—she would win.