CHAPTER 49: CHAPTER 46: THE WAR BEGINS

CLAP!

CLAP!

Wake up, guys. It will be pathetic for some teenage kids to give us a hard time; none of us can raise his head again for some time.

Have some shame; your girlfriend or sister is watching.

You should all show some brightness here.

A man with straight black hair wearing number 6 and with a muscular appearance spoke, his voice calm. He was the leader of the senior team.

And also one of the three who was playing for U19.

His name was Song Jae, and he was titled as the Guardian.

He continued talking.

It seems we are so pathetic to get a goal from some kids in primary class.

And also, they are playing a total Haramball formation.

1-9-2.

Even Arsenal wouldn’t do that.

And it seems these two kids are talented; they have some chemistry as a duo.

The leader clapped again to reclaim their focus.

It’s still shameless to take some kid’s team seriously, but it will be more shameful if they win in front of the school.

He carried the ball and put it in the center.

Boosh!

He passed it to the midfielder then.

Then the senior teammates started spreading in the field.

Han took the ball and started launching and sent the ball to Song.

Song sent Lee Min a long pass.

They were a trio of midfielders.

And the one who represented U19 in South Korea.

Lee Min controlled the ball.

Then he shot a volley with massive power, it was a fucken bullet shooting into teenagers.

He was famous for his killing shots.

Boom!!

“You are alone in this, guys. I won’t defend this; there are many things more precious than losing my life.”

Joseph turned his head back to them so he couldn’t see this kill shot.

The nine defenders jumped at the same time, giving their backs to the ball.

One of them touched the ball slightly with his head, making it change direction, hit the crossbar, and bounce back with a loud sound.

“Hey Lee, do you want to kill these kids?”

“Sorry, Captain!!!!!”

As the ball bounced, Joseph took it and started his counter. He nutmegged the first, then hit one Hocus pocus, making the second defender fall. With his speed, he lunged to the corner. Four of the other team had cornered him.

Jihun continued his fiery commentary.

“Joseph is cornered now — what will he do? Will he pass, win a corner, or will it turn into a throw-in play? Or maybe a counterattack for the senior team?”

“This isn’t fair,” Joseph spoke sarcastically.

As they started pressuring him, Joseph gave his back to them, trying to defend the ball, but one kept pressure from behind, giving no room for space.

“Hey, that’s harassment! Referee, do something! He’s giving me backshots!”

As the four surrounding him listened to his words, they started laughing.

Joseph used the opportunity and nutmegged one of them with a quick pass.

“Babbaaaaaa! Joseph made a trick pass!”

Jin took the ball; using his body feint, he made the goalkeeper fall on the ground.

Would he score? ...Would he score?

Jin raised the ball with his left foot, scoring a Panenka-style shot.

The goalkeeper tried to stop the goal, but he fell humiliatingly again.

Jin turned back and bowed like a magician at work.

Jin the Magician scored the second.

A miracle is happening, and the senior team is losing to our class.

Not only that, but three of the big players in our country are under 19 years old.

What a humiliation!

“OK, it seems we were polite to the juniors. It seems we won’t have fun.”

“Lee Min, I give you permission to shoot however you want. We’re going to end this bullshit.”

Song Jae’s voice was calm, but everyone could feel the anger behind it. His eyes turned cold, and even the joking players fell silent.

“They scored two goals, fine,” Han said, trying to laugh it off but failing.

“But humiliate us with that celebration...” Song Jae clenched his fist. “They’re dead.”

The senior team’s expressions changed completely. No more smiles or goofing, just focus and frustration.

Lee Min rolled his shoulders, cracking his neck with a grin.

“Finally. They stopped playing around.”

Across the field, Jin was still smiling, wiping sweat from his forehead. The look in his eyes said he didn’t care who was angry; he was enjoying every second.

Joseph, standing beside him, laughed and shouted,

“What’s wrong, seniors? You mad we dance better too?”

The crowd went wild, half cheering, half booing.

The referee blew the whistle, and the seniors took their positions again.

Song Jae kicked off hard, passing straight to Han, who sent it to Lee Min.

The tempo changed instantly. Their movements were faster and dead serious. You could hear their footsteps thundering across the field.

Lee Min took the ball near the box, his eyes fixed on the goal. He didn’t wait. He pulled back his leg and fired a clean, powerful shot meant to shut everyone up.

The ball flew like a rocket.

The sound of the kick echoed through the field, a sharp thud that made everyone flinch. It cut through the air, spinning violently toward the top corner.

Joseph’s eyes widened. “Holy shit.”

Before he could finish, Jin lunged forward. He didn’t think, he just moved. His body twisted mid-air, his right foot barely grazing the ball.

Clang!

The ball smashed against the crossbar, bounced down, and spun toward the line.

Everyone held their breath.

Did it go in?

The referee leaned forward, eyes wide, but the ball rolled back out.

“Not in!” shouted one of the defenders.

The crowd erupted — some screaming in relief, others cursing in disbelief.

But before they could take a breath.

boom!!!

Song scored it by his head.

Jin and Joseph took the ball to the center.

It seemed it was 2–1 now.

“OK, let’s play! Just enjoy the game, Joseph! It isn’t the World Cup final anyway. Also, we won’t lose.”

Jin passed to Joseph.

Joseph gave his opponent his back and started walking toward his goal as two attackers from the seniors pressed him. He played back with his heel, making them press forward because of the acceleration.

He didn’t even have time to think. He controlled the ball, spun around, and sent a long pass to Jin, who was already sprinting forward.

The seniors chased, their footsteps heavy behind him.

Jin pushed the ball ahead, his breathing steady, his focus sharp.

For a second, time slowed — it was just him, the goal, and the keeper.

The crowd started chanting, “Jin! Jin! Jin!”

But just before he could shoot, Song Jae appeared out of nowhere, sliding hard.

Thud!

The tackle was clean but brutal — Jin hit the ground, dirt flying everywhere.

The referee blew the whistle.

“Free kick!”

The juniors cheered while the seniors argued.

Song Jae stood up, brushing off the dirt, glaring at Jin.

Jin just smirked. “Good try, Captain.”

The referee placed the ball right outside the box. It was the perfect spot — too close for a wall to matter, too far for an easy shot.

Joseph stepped up first. “You take it?” he asked.

Jin looked at him and smiled. “Nah, I’ll score it.”

“Stop talking big or you’ll end up like a Kit Kat — divided into two parts.”

Jin grinned, cracking his neck. “Oh, you’re gonna regret saying that.”

He took three steps back. The crowd went quiet.

The whistle blew.

Jin moved in.

One step.

Two steps.

Take this, seniors! Jin’s Magnus Impact Shot!

Boom!

Jin struck a damn trivela curve ball with the outside of his right foot.

The ball spun fast and went into the 90-degree angle of the net to score a banger.

He jumped into the air, raising one hand and loosening his football shirt around the neck.

It was a famous pose of a character called the Emperor from a manga he’d read and liked.

“Holy crap! You hit a perfect curve. It’s a bigger curve than any woman I’ve seen!”

Jin put his hand on Joseph’s mouth before he could say anything horny.

The seniors stood frozen for a moment, disbelief on their faces.

3-1.

Even the teachers watching from the sidelines couldn’t help but laugh.

One of them whispered, “Are those kids really in our school?”

Song Jae exhaled slowly, his expression unreadable.

But deep down, he knew this wasn’t just a friendly match anymore.

This was war.

And it was about to begin in the next half.