The Grind Could Never Stop
The stadium lights had barely cooled, and the echoes of the 3-0 victory over PXG still lingered in the air. Isagi Yoichi stood atop the football world, having crushed his opponents with an effortless hat trick.
His name was now cemented in the Neo Egoist League's history as the most valuable player, his bid skyrocketing to 200 million yen—the highest of all.
For a fleeting moment, a thought crossed his mind.
"Maybe I can take it easy for a bit…"
Maybe he could ease up on training, enjoy the luxury of being at the top for just a while.
💭 That thought was discarded instantly.
The very idea of relaxing disgusted him.
He wasn't here to be good.
He was here to be the best.
And if he was to remain number one, he had to push himself further than anyone ever had.
So, instead of resting—
💥 He intensified his training.
Every morning, before the rest of the Ubers even woke up, Isagi was already on the field.
⚽ His first goal? Master the 5-star skill moves with both feet.
Most players had a dominant foot, but Isagi refused to have any weaknesses.
🔄 Elastico? Mastered.
🔄 Rabona? Perfected.
🔄 Sombrero Flick? Executed flawlessly.
🔄 McGeady Spin? Effortless.
Isagi engraved each move into his muscle memory until he could execute them at full speed, under pressure, in a real game.
While his body adapted, his mind became his next target.
Isagi began studying psychology, understanding how the mind functions under pressure and how players make decisions in split seconds.
💡 He realized something revolutionary.
When he combined his Berserker Flow, Meta-Predator Eye, and full-game analysis mode, something changed.
His stats, speed, dribbling, passing—everything shot up to 100%.
His vision expanded. His reactions sharpened. His mind operated at inhuman speeds.
But that was only in his special state.
So, he set his next goal:
👉 Make this his BASE state.
If he could achieve that, then his Non-controlled Berserker Flow state would go beyond anything football had ever seen.
As Isagi continued pushing himself beyond his limits, someone else took notice.
Marc Snuffy.
The legendary Italian master and head of Ubers had been watching from the sidelines.
One morning, after Isagi finished his third training session of the day, Snuffy approached.
💬 "Oi, monster. You've got all the talent in the world. But you're missing something."
Isagi wiped sweat from his face, smirking. "Oh? What's that?"
Snuffy folded his arms. "Experience. No matter how much you train, there are things only time on the field can teach you."
💡 And just like that—Isagi realized his biggest weakness.
Even though he had played against professionals, even though he had competed in Spain's elite leagues, he still hadn't played as long as them.
That gap in knowledge was what separated great from legendary.
And so, for the next week, Snuffy personally trained him.
🧠 Tactical mastery.
🧠 Mental resilience.
🧠 Breaking down opponents with minimum effort.
By the end of the training, Snuffy smirked.
"Now, you're even more dangerous."
Isagi clenched his fists, his aura radiating pure dominance.
"No, Snuffy. Now, I'm unstoppable."
🔥 Match Announcement: Italy's Ubers vs Spain's Barcha 🔥
With no time to rest, Isagi now faced his next challenge.
The master of Spain's Barcha was a player he had defeated four times before.
Lavinho.
One of the most unpredictable, creative, and explosive dribblers in the world.
But unlike other professionals, Lavinho wasn't just a technical player.
He was a freestyle genius, a man whose body could execute the impossible.
His ability to move with the ball was more like an art than a sport.
As Isagi stood on the pitch, waiting for the kickoff, he smirked.
💬 "So, Lavinho… You ready to lose to me for the fifth time?"
Lavinho grinned, his golden earrings catching the stadium lights.
💬 "Oho? You beat me before, Isagi… but this time, I'm gonna make you DANCE."
The whistle blew.
🎭 The rematch had begun. 🎭
This wasn't just a football match anymore.
⚽ This was a Dance to the Death. ⚽
TO BE CONTINUED…