Ayane was frozen, her heartbeat rising fast, eyes locked firmly on the field.

From the other VIP box, Ameha was just as still, her champagne glass paused halfway to her lips, eyes wide in shock.

Next to her, Shuya broke the silence with a broad grin, shouting out in pure excitement, "Yooohooo! What a save! Is he really that freaking good?"

"He really is something," Ameha murmured, her voice low, eyes still wide with disbelief.

The atmosphere crackled with electricity.

Kurogami stayed on his knees, hammering the turf with raw adrenaline before finally throwing his body back, leaning far until his shoulders nearly touched the grass. His chest heaved, jaw clenched tight, and his eyes locked onto the sky above, burning with a fierce, unshaken intensity.

Just then, Jiho came sprinting in, skidding to a stop right in front of him and instantly erupting into a fierce, explosive roar. In the same breath, without slowing for even a heartbeat, he thrust his hand out toward Kurogami, sharp, urgent, overflowing with adrenaline.

With his jaw still clenched tight, Kurogami snapped his hand up and clasped Jiho's with a heavy thud, causing Jiho to yank him back up to his feet in one powerful pull, adrenaline surging around them as Jiho began patting Kurogami hard on the back.

From the other side, with his face still frozen in disbelief, Nagisa came rushing forward and crashed his shoulder into Kurogami's, instantly grabbing his head and ruffling his hair with both hands, shaking him with wild, breathless excitement.

The crowd was losing its mind, roaring and cheering as if the stadium itself had come alive.

Meanwhile, Yohan was standing still off to the side, trembling with fury with his breaths heavy and uneven, his eyes locked on the Wolves' celebration with a rage that practically burned through the air.

Raya with chest heaving, quickly wiped the sweat from his face, drawing in deep, steady breaths, then turned and sprinted back to his position.

Haruma was still on his knees, watching the scene with ragged, uneven breaths with his chest rising and falling in a violent rhythm before he finally forced his body upright, pushing himself back onto his feet with trembling determination.

From the side, a slow, malicious smirk crept across Kazutora's face, staring at Kurogami.

"Kurogami…" he muttered, the smirk sharpening into something far fiercer.

"Let the fun begin."

With that, Kazutora began to move backwards with his sharp eyes, never leaving Kurogami as the atmosphere thickened like a storm ready to break…

An opposing Tyrant sprinted forward with the ball glued to his feet, eyes scanning the field until he spotted Yohan bursting toward the net, shredding through the defense.

A smirk curled on the Tyrant's lips.

He swung his foot and struck the ball hard but, in the same instant, Nagisa came crashing into the scene, sliding his foot forward into the pass's path causing his foot to connect cleanly with the ball, cutting off the pass and launching it high into the sky from the force of impact disrupting everything.

Both the Tyrant and Nagisa were frozen, staring up at the rising ball with The Tyrant's jaw tight in frustration while beside him Nagisa's eyes were sharp, wide, tracking the ball's ascent with unwavering focus.

Pounding his feet into the turf, Haru came sprinting in with full force before planting his one foot firmly and launched himself upward, rising toward the ball as it dropped from above. Just as he was about to connect his forehead an opposing player threw himself into the air as well, crashing into Haru mid-jump.

The collision jolted them both, but Haru gritted his teeth, twisted his neck, and still managed to get the header off, knocking the ball away despite the impact.

Crashing hard on the ground Haru quickly snapped his eyes and attention back to the ball to find Itsuki rushing in and volleying the ball mid-air right toward their side.

The ball sailed across the field, when

Jiho leaped up high, letting the ball thump against his chest, controlling it cleanly, a sharp smirk forming on his face.

The crowd reacted instantly, fans rising halfway from their seats, anticipation crackling through the stadium as Jiho secured possession.

With fire burning in his eyes, Jiho dropped the ball to his feet, and the moment the ball touched the turf, something dark prickled at the back of Jiho causing his breath to hitch.

Out of pure instinct Jiho roared and tried to push the ball away but he was a heartbeat too late.

Kazutora, the destroyer, came bursting in out of nowhere, sliding through with a perfect, ruthless tackle that ripped the ball clean out of Jiho's possession leaving him behind.

The tackle left Jiho in utter disbelief, the entire stadium fell silent as a wave of shock swept through everyone.

Kazutora moved his foot forward to secure full possession, but before he could, Nagisa came racing in with razor-sharp precision, sliding perfectly at the ball.

It was clean, fast, and timed to perfection but Kazutora reacted in the final split second, dragging both himself and the ball backward, evading the danger by a hair. The moment Kazutora evaded Nagisa, Jiho roared from the behind of Kazutora, the sound ripping through the air like thunder.

"Give me the ball you Moron!"

With that Jiho shot one leg forward, jamming it in front of Kazutora's foot and the ball, cutting off any chance of a pass.

Then, without losing momentum, he started dragging that same leg backward, hooking it sharply to sweep the ball away, and to take Kazutora's leg out with it if necessary.

With murderous intent flaring in Jiho's eyes he completed the hook, ripping his leg backward with brutal speed in a full scything motion.

But, In the last heartbeat, Kazutora flicked the ball upward, lifting it over Jiho's sweeping hook causing Jiho's calf to smashed into Kazutora's planted ankle with a brutal thud which had no affect on Kazutora, who didn't even move, not even an inch.

Kazutora's foot remained rooted in the turf, absorbing the entire hit like a steel pillar a terrifying show of strength that sent a cold shiver through Jiho's spine who was left stunned at the sheer power of Kazutora's leg sank into him like a shockwave.

Without giving either of them any second chance, Kazutora dipped his head and nudged the ball forward, sending it just over the sliding Nagisa, and In the same motion, he twisted his body into a sharp turn, freeing his leg from Jiho's collision and slipping past Nagisa in one fluid, impossibly smooth movement.

By the time he completed the turn, he had already reached the ball perfectly, back in full control.

Jiho and Nagisa were left on the ground behind him, stunned, motionless, utterly defeated by a single sequence.

As the ball bounced up, Kazutora struck it mid-air, whipping it backwards over his own head, a blind, instinctive reverse pass, sending it arcing straight toward the Wolves' net, where every Tokyo defender was caught completely off guard causing the ball to sail over their heads and dropped cleanly at the edge the box and right at Yohan's feet.

Yohan controlled it instantly and pushed forward with blistering speed, quickly looking up at the nets, he saw him.

The Black Kallor, Kurogami Shikyo, was already charging straight at him, eyes locked, challenging him head-on.

Watching this, Yohan's fury ignited,

his breath snapped, anger flooding through him as he roared and swung his foot at the ball.

Without slowing down, Kurogami with blistering speed, came charging in and he threw himself into a full dive at Yohan's feet.

For a split second, the whole stadium seemed to freeze, a heavy, breath-stealing silence hanging in the air.

Then Yohan shattered it.

He unleashed a savage roar and struck the ball with everything he had, firing a blistering shot straight at the net fron where Kurogami spread his arms wide in mid-dive causing his glove to graze the ball with a violent smack that redirected the shot by inches as the ball with its terrifying speed changed his target and screamed over the crossbar, slicing through the air and flying into the stands behind the net.

The crowd erupted again, a tidal wave of roars exploding through the stadium, shaking the air with pure adrenaline.

Kurogami slid past in his full-speed dive, while Yohan sprinted past in the opposite direction the two crossing like clashing storms before Yohan crashed to his knees, and Kurogami stumbled up to his feet, driving his fist forward with a fierce roar of a fierce celebration.

The stadium erupted with explosive energy from every corner, a roaring, electric surge shaking the air as fans bounced on their feet, their voices rising into a deafening wall of cheers that wrapped the entire field.

And at the center of that roaring storm stood Kurogami with his fist still raised near his face, the unbreakable wall, the Black Kallor, the heartbeat of Tokyo, radiating a presence that made the entire stadium shake.