Chapter 11

New Gen Territory

The stadium echoed with noise, but my mind had gone silent.

I sat frozen, staring at the replay on the screen overhead. The crowd was still roaring from the earlier goal, and I couldn't take my eyes off it. My brain replayed the image of that boy—Bunny—hanging in the air like a spirit from another world. His body had floated, no—soared, as if gravity had turned its back on him. And the strike? Thunderous. Devastating. The ball screamed through the sky like a divine punishment, smashing into the net from an impossible height with pinpoint force.

"No flow… and he did that raw…"

I swallowed slowly, something burning inside my chest. It wasn't jealousy. It was recognition. That goal wasn't just brilliant. It was a statement—a declaration from another prodigy staking his claim among the new gods of football.

Alina beside me was squealing with excitement, grabbing my arm and shaking it, her face alight with awe. "Did you see that?! That was like... like a meteor! How is that even possible?!"

I barely heard her. My mind was already racing.

If I combine that kind of vertical power with my own… if I apply it to Kaiser Impact… what would happen?

A vision sparked in my mind—me, spinning midair, a second longer of hang time, then transferring all that momentum and kinetic torque downward. Not horizontally. Down, like a hammer from the gods. Even someone like Loki—a speed demon—would be helpless against it. He can't chase what's falling from the sky.

"It would be unstoppable."

Scene Shift: Real Madrid B Team Bench

Leonardo Luna sat beside Itoshi Sae, his chin resting on his palm. His golden eyes were unreadable as the replay played once more on the bench screen.

"Woah…" he said with a soft smirk. "So this is the new talent they're grooming to replace Lavinho…"

Sae, arms crossed and expression as stoic as ever, didn't turn to look. "He's good. But he's flawed. You saw it too."

Luna nodded. "He's reliant on Pablo. If Pablo's not there to unlock those angles, he can't get the ball in those conditions. That vertical goal... was amazing, but it was made possible by the pass."

Sae finally looked over. "Still. With Pablo feeding him… he'll be a serious threat. Almost… unchallenged."

The two prodigies locked eyes and shared a silent understanding.

Kickoff – 20:00 to 35:00

Luna stood and stepped onto the field. His steps were casual, almost lazy—until the moment the ball touched his foot. Then the atmosphere changed.

His body pulsed, aura expanding outward like a gravity field. The Sycion Flow activated.

Each step he took disrupted defenders' balance. His feints weren't just illusions—they were pulls, bending opponents out of position like black holes warping time. His cuts sliced through pressing lines. 360 turns, Cruyff turns, reverse step-overs—it all blurred into a dance of chaos.

He passed to the flank with surgical timing, then surged forward. The ball returned to his feet. He didn't hesitate. A one-touch pass to Sae.

In that moment, Sae shifted.

His aura changed. Calm became controlled destruction. Pink and black numbers shimmered along his limbs, like formulas calculating devastation.

This was Beautiful Destruction Flow.

A flick-up.

A misdirect.

A netmeg.

Another feint.

A second netmeg.

Two defenders down. The box within reach. But the defenders finally collapsed on him—forcing him to shoot from 19 meters.

Sae didn't flinch.

He didn't look at the goal.

He sensed it.

Blind Shot. A rabona strike laced with surgical curve.

The ball spun viciously through the air, the line of sight obscured by a crashing defender. The goalkeeper didn't even move. By the time he reacted, it was too late. The net rippled.

GOAL.

The crowd exploded.

Commentators lost their minds.

"That play… it started with Luna! I've never seen footwork so fast—he made the defenders look like their limbs were tied together! Then that pass, and Sae… good God that composure, the way he weaved through space like he was folding the pitch around himself! That blind rabona from 19 meters?! That's not human! This man was born for this game!"

I sat back in my seat, heart hammering.

Inner monologue: "So… this is Rin's older brother. Itoshi Sae. He's the polar opposite of Rin. While Rin fights with instinct and reckless force to provoke his enemies into blooming under pressure… Sae dissects his opponents with elegance. He never wastes motion. He doesn't just win—he destroys their football identity in the process."

"To face one of them is war. To face both… is annihilation."

Scene Shift – Halftime

The whistle blew, signaling the break. The score was even, but the tension was sky high. Fans moved about the stands. Alina stretched and smiled, nudging me to go get some snacks. I nodded and followed, but just as I reached the hallway, I spotted someone near the back stairwell, alone—watching.

It was him.

Bunny.

I didn't hesitate. I snuck into the side corridor, slipped through a door, and came face-to-face with the boy who had defied gravity.

He noticed me and tilted his head. "You followed me?"

I grinned. "How did you do that? That jump. That hang time... it looked like you were flying."

He smiled softly, voice light. "Well… how do you kick the ball like a cannon?"

We stared at each other.

Then we laughed.

I pulled out my phone. "We should train together sometime. I'll show you what I do, you show me what you do."

He took the phone, entered his number.

As I turned to leave, I remembered Alina still had the snacks—and was definitely about to kill me.

"See you soon," I said, waving as I left.

Bunny watched me go, whispering to himself with a strange, grim expression.

"…He looks happy."

Scene Shift – Back at Our Seats

Alina sat with crossed arms, a full pout on her lips.

"You didn't even help me carry the snacks."

"I was… networking," I smirked, sitting beside her.

"Networking my foot. Don't think I didn't see you run off."

I chuckled and handed her a soda. Her eyes narrowed but she took it anyway.

We sat down. The second half was about to begin.

I looked at the field, quiet for a moment.

"One day," I thought, "I'll stand there. Not for Real B. Not for Barca B. But for the main team. For Beyern Müchen . Beside Noel Noa… or better yet—above him. I'll take his number, his legacy. I'll become number 1."

My fists clenched. I could already feel it—the grind, the war, the blood I'd have to spill to reach the top.

"First, I need to climb the New Gen 11 list. Right now, Bunny holds spot #2. Loki is still #1. I'll surpass them both. But before that, I'll crush Blue Lock. I'll tear down Isagi. I'll devour his Ego and make it mine. Then I'll defeat Loki—the world's fastest genius. And only then… only then… will the world witness the true Kaiser."

This… was my vow.

To Be Continued…