Locker Room Carnage
The Fukura High locker room exploded with energy.
"HELL YEAH! THAT WAS SICK!"
Renji jumped onto the bench, pumping his fists. Ryo collapsed on the floor, gasping for air. Others cheered, clapped, and poured water on each other in celebration.
"Shun, you freak! You chased down a damn shot!" someone shouted.
"Seriously, what are you made of?!"
Shun sighed, running a towel through his hair. "Muscle, bones, and frustration," he muttered.
Despite the chaos, he couldn't relax. The match had been tough, but something about it bothered him. The technical team had tested them, but the real monsters were still ahead.
Then—
"Oi, guys." The captain's voice cut through the noise.
The room fell silent.
"We won, but the next match… it won't be easy."
The tension returned.
Shun narrowed his eyes. "Who's our next opponent?"
The captain exhaled. "They call their ace the dribbling monster."
A Player Beyond Reason
Later that night, the team gathered around a laptop, watching game footage of their next opponents.
"Watch this," the coach said, hitting play.
The screen flickered to life—
A lone player tore through an entire defense.
Not with speed. Not with strength.
But with dribbling.
Unreal dribbling.
The player spun, feinted, twisted, nutmegged, flicked, and danced past defenders like they were cones at practice.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Gone.
He moved as if the ball was an extension of his body. His balance was absurd. His footwork was something out of a nightmare.
"…The hell am I looking at?" Renji whispered.
The video ended with the player scoring with ease.
The room was dead silent.
Then—
Shun grinned.
"Finally," he muttered. "A real challenge."