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Our class continued to rack up victories in the boys’ soccer matches in the afternoon.

Next up was the long-awaited final.

Our opponents were, of course, the sports special class led by the soccer club.

As we lined up in the center of the field, I couldn’t help but think.

(There are definitely a lot more spectators this time…)

Looking around, it was clear that the number of students watching the match had increased significantly compared to the semifinals.

(I guess there are also those who came to watch after losing in other events…)

But the main reason was probably the guy standing right in front of me.

Kawasaki Raito, the ace of the soccer club, who had the kind of skill and popularity that made the news.

People were gathering out of sheer curiosity to see a celebrity from their own school.

“Hey there. It’s finally the final, Ueno-kun,” Kawasaki said, his excitement evident as he addressed me.

“Hello,” I replied, not having much else to say, so I just offered a casual greeting.

***

Before long, the match began.

Thanks to my cheat skill enhancing my classmates’ physical abilities, the current power dynamics were almost even.

The sports special class approached cautiously at first, passing the ball around steadily while looking for an opportunity to attack.

So far, our Class 2-3 had been able to handle that.

(We can defend against them, but… our counterattacks aren’t working at all.)

We tried to shift to offense when the ball came our way, but their defense was solid.

While I had just claimed the teams were evenly matched, it was worth noting that despite using a cheat skill to buff my classmates overall, we hadn’t scored any goals yet.

(Those guys who have dedicated their lives to soccer are on a different level… But I can’t increase the buff’s output any further.)

If I strengthened my classmates more, it would put a physical strain on them afterward.

(I can’t force them to push beyond their limits for my sake, so what should I do…?)

While I was considering ways to break through the situation, I managed to intercept a pass from the opposing team.

“Ueno! Pass it over here!”

“Got it!”

My classmate, Shinbashi, shouted from the front line, so I kicked a rough long pass in his direction.

Naturally, the defenders from the opposing team moved toward Shinbashi.

However, their movements seemed a bit sluggish.

Although the defenders touched the ball first, they couldn’t handle it well.

“Oh!”

The ball rolled right in front of Shinbashi.

Moreover, thanks to the positional swap with the defense, the path to the goal was wide open.

“Got it!”

Shinbashi seized the opportunity, took the ball forward, and scored after a one-on-one with the goalkeeper.

It was a brilliant first goal while the opponent was caught off guard.

“Nice shot!”

“Way to go, Shinbashi! Scoring first against the sports special class!”

My classmates rushed over to celebrate with Shinbashi, who had just scored.

“Yeah! Nice pass, Ueno!”

I was surprised to be praised by Shinbashi, who I thought looked down on the introverted types.

“Uh, oh. Thanks.”

My reaction was delayed since it was unexpected.

But accomplishing something together with my classmates didn’t feel bad at all.

Could this be what Hatsune-san meant by “youth”?

As I contemplated this, trying to return to my position, a voice echoed from the other side of the field.

“Hey, what are you doing?!”

A teammate from the sports special class was scolding the defender who had just made a mistake.

“Is that why you’re on the bench as a third-year? Get it together!”

It seemed that the one doing the reprimanding was a regular player, while the one who messed up was merely a substitute on the soccer team.

Even though it was just a sports festival, they were in a position where winning was expected from an outsider’s perspective.

The atmosphere suggested that careless mistakes would not be tolerated.

“Well, well. If you lose the ball, just get it back,”

Kawasaki said, stepping in just as the tension in the opposing team was about to rise.

“Tch!”

The soccer player who had been complaining didn’t seem satisfied, but for now, he backed down.

***

After that, the sports special class seemed to reset their mindset.

Centered around Kawasaki and the other regulars from the soccer club, they launched a fierce counterattack.

Although we were defending well, the situation took a turn right in front of the goal.

“Ow!?”

I collided with one of my classmates and the soccer club member who had just shouted at him inside the penalty area.

As a result, the soccer club member fell to the ground.

To me, it looked like a self-inflicted injury rather than a foul.

The student acting as the referee didn’t react either.

However, it seemed the fallen player wasn’t satisfied with the decision.

“Hey, how can you say that was no foul? What were you looking at?!”

He approached the referee with an intimidating presence.

“But senpai, that was—”

“Shut up and call a penalty kick!”

“Wha—!?”

The referees for the sports festival were students involved in the specific sports, and this time it was a second-year soccer club member.

The one confronting him was a third-year regular.

A clear power dynamic existed between the upperclassmen and underclassmen.

“Th-that was a foul!”

One of my classmates protested, but the referee ignored him and began preparing for the penalty kick.

At that moment, Kawasaki approached.

“Well then, it’s my turn.”

He confidently stepped up as the kicker.

For a brief moment, I thought he might admonish the underclassman to make a fair call, but that wasn’t the case.

(Well… if he were the type to fight fair, he wouldn’t challenge us in a sports festival soccer match.)

I found myself strangely convinced by that thought.

“Hey, I got that penalty kick, and now Kawasaki’s taking it?”

“Of course! I’m the ace. In these situations, I always take the kick during club activities.”

“Ugh… do whatever you want.”

The soccer club member who had intimidated the referee backed down but looked visibly dissatisfied.

I had thought Kawasaki was well-respected among the soccer club members, but it seemed that wasn’t entirely the case.

(They’re more cutthroat than I expected…)

While I pondered this, Kawasaki scored an equalizing goal with the penalty kick.

After that, the referee continued to make calls favoring the sports special class.

Even when they played rough, fouls weren’t called, and blatant offsides were deliberately overlooked.

As a result, our class found itself trailing 1-3 as we reached halftime.

***

“Phew…”

The first half didn’t go as well as I expected; we were being overwhelmed. If this continues, we’ll lose.

However, I wasn’t feeling an overwhelming sense of crisis.

(If it comes to that, I can unleash a higher level of physical ability myself. That’s the only way to win, but…)

That’s right.

I know what I need to do. To win, I can’t hide my strength. However, if I go all out, it will expose my extraordinary physical abilities. Then, there’s a possibility that people might flock to me, thinking I’m valuable.

So, I don’t intend to give it my all.

(Actually, I could win without having to go that far.)

I should just adjust my performance to stand out a bit during the school event. That way, it won’t look like I’m cheating.

Yet, there was one thing that continued to weigh on my mind.

As I contemplated this, I walked over to the corner of the field where my classmates were cheering.

“Hey!”

“Wh—?!”

A very cold sensation suddenly ran across my neck, startling me.

Without thinking, I jumped in surprise.

“Hehe, good job. Here you go.”

Standing next to me was Hatsune-san, holding a chilled sports drink bottle.

“Ah, thank you…”

I expressed my gratitude and accepted the bottle.

“Yakumo-kun, you looked really surprised… Were you lost in thought?”

“Well, yeah.”

After taking a sip of the sports drink, I replied.

“What were you thinking about?”

The tone of Hatsune-san’s voice sounded gentler than usual. Did she think I was feeling down and was trying to be considerate?

“If an introvert like me stands out during a school event, will people think I’m just trying to look cool and shy away?”

I decided to share my thoughts with Hatsune-san. After hearing what I said, she paused for a moment, looking slightly bewildered.

“Yakumo-kun, even though we’re losing, you were worrying about that…?”

“For an introvert like me, it’s actually a serious issue…”

I’m not as self-assured as some ace player on the soccer team. As a result, the idea that standing out equals something bad is ingrained in my mind.

“I see… Well, let me give you a serious answer then.”

“Uh, please do.”

I turned back to face Hatsune-san.

“In short, Yakumo-kun, you lack confidence in yourself at this point.”

“Yeah, that’s true…”

Indeed. I didn’t have the confidence to stand out. That was a separate issue from whether I had cheat abilities or not. I couldn’t shake off the thought that “someone like me, an introvert, shouldn’t.”

“I think you should be more confident and show off.”

“Why is that?”

“Because I think you’re cool, Yakumo-kun.”

Hatsune-san’s eyes were seriously fixed on me.

“Cool…? Me?”

“Yeah. So, if I asked you to show me the cool side of you, would that be selfish of me?”

Hatsune-san asked me this with a slight hint of shyness.

For some reason, when she said that, a rush of confidence filled me.

“I guess you are pretty easy to influence.”

“…? Did you say something?”

My quiet mumble seemed to have gone unheard by Hatsune-san.

“Got it. I’ll show off for you in the second half.”