That Evening – The Practice Field
Fukura's team was running high-intensity drills.
But Shun?
He was somewhere else in his head.
His past kept playing over and over.
The sound of a soccer ball being kicked.
The laughter of a childhood friend.
And then—losing sight of him.
After all these years…
They were finally going to face each other again.
Meanwhile – Aizawa Technical High
⚡In another part of the city…⚡
A boy stood on a different training ground, balancing a ball on his foot.
His eyes sharp.
His movements smooth.
The coach approached him. "You saw the tournament lineup?"
The boy smirked. "Yeah."
The coach crossed his arms. "Fukura High. That means… Shun."
A small chuckle. "It's been a while. I wonder if he's gotten better."
He flicked the ball up—
And in a single, fluid motion, dribbled past three defenders like they weren't even there.
The Dribbling Monster had arrived.
And he was coming for Shun.