Yohan smirked, his voice dripping with arrogance.

"Guess you haven't looked at the scoreboard. It's four to one. You should've stayed hiding in your cave, would've saved you from the humiliation I'm about to hand you. Today… I'll end your career right here, before it even begins."

Kurogami's fists clenched tight at his sides, his calm composure shifting into something fiercer, and then came his voice, low and sharp.

"Have you forgotten who I am?"

For the first time, Yohan's smirk faltered, his eyes getting wide, clearly caught off guard by the intensity in Kurogami's tone.

In one slow, deliberate motion, Kurogami turned his head, looking back at Yohan over his shoulder, with his eyes, slightly red, burning with fierce intensity.

Yohan's breath hitched, the shock in his eyes deepening, a slight nervousness now breaking through his arrogance.

Keeping that stare locked on him, Kurogami spoke again, low, steady, and deadly.

"In case you've forgotten… Let me remind you exactly who I am…

I am Kurogami. Fucking. Shikyo."

Yohan's eyes widened even further.

In an instant, memories didn't just return, they exploded through his mind like a thunderclap.

The flashbacks of Kurogami soaring through the air, punching away the impossible shots, his outstretched hand saving every shot fired at him, each save cleaner, faster, sharper than the last.

And finally, the moment where Kurogami stopped Toru's penalty in the All-School Cup Final. His spin into that tight backflip, followed by a single upward kick of his foot which parried the ball away, clean, precise, and almost unnaturally calm.

The flashes faded, but the fear didn't.

Kurogami's reflexes, his impossible dives, his monstrous presence in front of the net… all of it was hanging heavy around Yohan, pressing down on him like a weight.

Standing a short distance away, Yohan kept his slightly widened eyes locked on Kurogami, sweat gathering on his forehead, his chest rising and falling with heavy, uneven breaths.

"Try, Yohan." Kurogami said, his tone firm and unwavering. "Try your hardest. Give me your absolute best shot… the strongest one you can possibly produce. And I promise you that I'll fuckin stop it."

Keeping his stare sharp and unblinking, Kurogami added. "I won't let you score, Yohan. Not even once. And if somehow just somehow you manage to put a single ball past me… I'll retire from football."

Yohan's eyes flew wider, a thick vein bulging on his neck. His fists tightened, teeth grinding in raw fury as he kept on staring at Kurogami

who stood firm, calm, cold, and completely unshaken.

From the stands, Masaru rose higher on his feets, his eyes burning with fire. He clapped hard above his head, each clap sharp, loud, and filled with a fierce, relentless will to lift his team back up.

Toru clenched his fist, jaw tightening as he squeezed his eyes shut as if trying to shut out the flashbacks of Kurogami's saves burning through his mind. He stayed like that for a moment before suddenly snapping his eyes open and springing high to his feet.

Without a word, he joined Masaru, clapping fiercely over his head.

Their two claps, sharp and full of defiance, started to cut through the stadium noise.

Beside them, Rukia stared at Toru in brief shock, then rose to her feet as well, joining the rhythm.

The trio's clapping grew louder, stronger, a spark in the silence.

Their clapping caught the attention of little Mio, who lit up with a bright smile before jumping to her feet and joining them, cheering and clapping with all her tiny strength.

Her voice and claps caught the ears of Ryusei and Kento who quickly exchanged a brief glance, then stood back on their feets, raising their hands overhead, joining the growing cheer with firm, echoing claps.

On the other side, Keiichi heard the rising claps and scoffed loudly.

"What a bunch of idiots… still believing they can win. I can't believe they actu—"

He suddenly froze mid-sentence, as the cheering and claps exploded right beside him.

Slowly, Keiichi turned his head, only to find both of his friends on their feet, clapping over their heads with full force, eyes glued to the field with hope and fire.

Keiichi's eyes remained wide with disbelief, staring at them in stunned silence.

From the sidelines, Raon straightened up with newfound fire igniting in his eyes. Without a second of hesitation, he lifted his hands and began clapping hard over his head, each clap sharp, loud, and filled with defiance.

Beside him, Shiori felt her chest tighten with emotion and instantly joined in, her rhythm matching his.

The sound spread.

First a few fans… then a few more…

and then entire pockets of the stadium rose to their feet, joining the growing storm of claps and cheers.

The noise swelled, rolling through the stands like a rising tide.

From the balcony of the VIP box, Ismau watched the movement with a wide smile before raising his own hands, clapping with pride and force.

Watching Ismau all worked up, the seniors around him exchanged smiles and one by one, they joined him too. Their claps were now loud and powerful adding weight to the wave building across the stadium.

Now the entire stadium was cheering, clapping hard over their head in unison, the stadium was echoing with the sounds of unison clapping.

'Wow, look at the atmosphere here!" the commentator burst out, excitement rising in his voice. "Tokyo is on its feet, backing their young Wolves once again!'

Back on the field, surrounded by the thunderous storm of clapping echoing through the stadium, Kurogami and Yohan remained locked eyes, their stares cutting straight into each other's souls, pure rage and hatred crackling between them like electricity.

For a moment, it was as if the entire field narrowed down to only the two of them.

Then Kurogami broke the stare, and without a word, he turned away from Yohan and resumed his calm, steady walk toward his team, whom all were now gathered, frozen in one place, watching their captain approach with wide, stunned eyes.

Kurogami then came and stood right in front of them, looking at them with a serious, determined face. There wasn't even a trace of fear of losing on him, no trouble, no doubt, nothing. His expression stayed solid and unshakeable, as he kept that determined stare locked on every single one of them.

Meanwhile, the Wolves before him were standing with tears in their eyes. Their will to fight, their hunger for victory, all completely vanished from their faces. They looked broken, drained, defeated. Haruma was standing among them, staring at Kurogami with complete disbelief, even his own eyes glistening with tears.

Clenching his fists and gritting his teeth, Raya slowly stepped forward and came to a stop right in front of Kurogami, standing face to face with him.

Kurogami then slowly turned his gaze toward him, looking at him in silence, his expression unreadable.

Raya took a deep, heavy breath, his chest rising and falling as he steadied himself. Then, with slow, deliberate movements, he reached down and began sliding the captain's band off his arm.

At once, the entire stadium fell into a deep, stunned quiet. A heavy stillness washed over the field. Every fan, every player froze, watching the scene unfold without a sound. From the dugout, Minato and Raon stared with slightly widened eyes, shocked and silent.

From the VIP box, Ismau watched with a growing smile, the seniors around him wearing the same expression. Their eyes shone with excitement, as if something inside them had just been reignited.

On the field, Raya slid the captain's band fully off his arm. Holding it with both hands, he extended it toward Kurogami.

Kurogami stared at the band for a brief moment, taking in the weight of what it meant. Then, with a calm confidence and unwavering determination, he reached out, took the band, and slid it onto his bicep. His movements were firm, deliberate, and commanding as he tightened it securely around his arm.

The stadium erupted instantly.

A wave of cheers burst through the air, louder and brighter than anything since the match began. It was as if a new spark had been lit inside every fan, a new hope jolting them awake.

Kento, Ryusei, Masaru, and Toru were all on their feet, clapping as hard as they could, their voices joining the roar. And little Mio stood among them, clapping over her head with all her tiny strength, laughing brightly as the energy around her exploded like fireworks.

'The switch of the captains! The former… no, the original chief of this Wolves' tribe has returned! Kurogami Shikyo steps forward once again, taking the guiding flame back in his hands… ready to guide his Wolves into battle!'

On the field, Yohan's anger boiled over. His teeth were gritted so hard his jaw trembled, fists clenched until his knuckles went white. Kazutora stood completely still, his face carved in cold seriousness. His jaw was tight with silent fury, and his fierce, unblinking eyes were locked on the Wolves.

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