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The Introvert Leaves The Ace Of The Soccer Club Behind.

The halftime quickly came to an end, and we entered the second half of the finals.

We started the second half with our ball.

“Can I have a moment?”

Just before the kickoff, I approached my classmate, Shiina, who was waiting at the center of the field, ready to kick the ball.

“Ueno-kun?”

Shiina looked a bit surprised as he turned to me.

“Actually, I have something I want to do.”

“Something you want to do… Are you suggesting a strategy?”

“Well, something like that.”

“Got it. I felt it would be tough if we kept going like this, so let’s try it out!”

Shiina accepted my proposal.

Now then.

The current score is 1-3.

What I’m about to do is to take action to win.

And what’s necessary to win? Goals.

(Since I have a chance to kick freely, I need to score at least one Goal first…!)

As soon as the whistle blew to signal the start of the second half, I kicked the ball placed at the center of the field with all my might.

The ball flew almost in a straight line toward the opponent’s goal.

Before the goalkeeper could react, it rattled the net.

“Alright, that’s one Goal.”

I murmured this as I felt all eyes on me.

The members of the soccer club and my teammates were also in shock.

Of course.

Someone like me suddenly scoring with a powerful shot was bound to be surprising.

Even the onlookers, who usually didn’t care about soccer, reacted with expressions that said, “Wasn’t that just incredible?”

(I would have been scared in this situation until now…)

But things are different now.

I looked toward the edge of the field.

Hatsune-san was happily waving her hand at me.

Seeing that made me strangely confident.

“So it was Ueno-kun who kicked the ball from way over there, huh?”

Kawasaki called out to me.

He must have been referring to the time on the first day of practice when I kicked the ball toward the goal during soccer club practice.

Despite conceding a goal just after the start of the second half, Kawasaki showed no signs of being rattled.

“Just as expected from Ueno-kun. That’s the kind of challenge I want to face.”

It seems he’s still intent on winning.

Well, it’s true that they are still one Goal ahead.

“Sorry, but from here on out, I’ll be taking countermeasures against you.”

Indeed, this guy had said during lunch break, “I understand your tactics.”

So, they must have prepared a strategy too.

“Your counterattack ends here.”

That aside, he certainly has been talking a lot on his own for a while now.

***

After my goal,

The game resumed with the opponent’s ball, and to some extent, the situation unfolded as Kawasaki had mentioned.

The members of the sports elite class, who led the soccer team, began to avoid me in the midfield.

They adopted a strategy of launching long balls toward the front line.

We hadn’t conceded any more goals yet, but the classmates from Class 2-3 were struggling to respond.

They were aware of the quietly crucial role I was playing in both our offense and defense.

Furthermore, after witnessing my shooting power, it was understandable that they would want to minimize my chances of touching the ball.

(Then, I should just go for the ball myself.)

If the ball isn’t coming to me, I’ll go to where it is.

Resolutely giving up on defending my position, I closed in on the receiver of the opponent’s pass and easily snatched the ball away.

I immediately turned my face toward the opponent’s goal.

We were on the defensive side.

The goal was far away.

Still, with the physical abilities I honed in another world, it was a distance I could easily shoot from.

“This will tie the game…!”

As I swung my leg, the ball shot off like a bullet, soaring into the net.

Now the score was 3-3.

“U-Ueno-kun… you’re amazing,”

My classmate Shinbashi looked a bit taken aback, but at the same time, he seemed to have newfound respect for me.

“To have hidden such shooting power until now, well done, Ueno-kun,”

Shiina smiled brightly.

The atmosphere among my classmates, which had been sinking into a state of despair after falling behind, shifted dramatically.

On the other hand, it seemed the sports special class was struggling.

“Good grief. At this rate, I’ll have to carry the ball myself,”

Kawasaki made another statement that oozed confidence.

“Your choice of words…,”

“But it’s the best option. Even if you guys are up against a team that can take the ball from you, it’s different for me.”

He was saying something impressive.

“For crying out loud, saying that is pointless… do as you wish,”

Of course, this would only serve to irk his teammates.

However, it was also a fact that Kawasaki had delivered results as the ace of the soccer club.

The members of the sports elite class convinced themselves that this was the best strategy and decided to follow Kawasaki’s plan.

(I wonder why someone like him is popular… If you have a good face and can deliver results, does that make personality a trivial matter…?)

But, if someone like that fails to deliver results… that is, if he were to lose in the sports tournament, what would happen?

Well, that’s not my concern.

***

Kawasaki, as he had mentioned to his teammates, took the ball himself and charged forward.

He must have absolute confidence that he can win in a dribble.

Indeed, Kawasaki effortlessly passed by two or three of our classmates.

Just as he seemed about to break through, I stepped in to cover.

I faced Kawasaki head-on.

“Sorry, but Ueno-kun, this match is mine…”

Kawasaki declared his victory prematurely, attempting to slip past me with a feint.

However, his movements were clear in my eyes.

Compared to the formidable foes I had battled in another world, this was nothing… or perhaps it was rude to compare.

I swiftly snatched the ball away from Kawasaki.

Then, I charged forward, easily bypassing him.

“W-Wait!”

As Kawasaki finished his declaration of victory, we had already turned our backs to each other.

(I could easily score with a long shot from here… but three consecutive goals would be a bit much.)

I opted for a dribble.

“Hold on!”

Kawasaki reached out forcefully, grabbing my shoulder in an attempt to stop me.

However, I was not the kind to slow down easily.

Ignoring the hand on my shoulder, I continued moving forward.

“Whoa?!”

I heard Kawasaki’s voice and the sound of him falling behind me, but that quickly faded into the distance.

I left the ace of the soccer club, Kawasaki, behind.

With a direct, forceful movement, I broke through the others using my physicality and scored my third goal.

The score was now 4-3.

Our class had turned the tide.

***

With that, the match came to a conclusion.

Our class, 2-3, had defeated the sports-specialized class team, primarily composed of the soccer club, and emerged victorious.

After lining up and finishing our greetings, our classmates, who had been cheering from the edge of the field, rushed over in unison.

Many of my classmates headed towards the lively group, praising the performances of people like Shiina and Shinbashi.

(I guess even if an introvert scores three goals, it doesn’t change how they’re treated… not that I was expecting anything different.)

As I felt a strange mix of emotions, one person approached me.

It was Hatsune-san.

“Yakumo-kun, congratulations! That was amazing!”

Hatsune-san, visibly excited, threw her arms around me.

“W-Wait, Hatsune-san…! The eyes of everyone around us…”

Caught off guard by her sudden embrace, I became conscious of the gazes around us. My classmates were watching us with smirks, clearly entertained by the scene.

Oh, could it be that they were reading the room…? I began to understand why no one else had approached me except Hatsune-san.

“Do you want me to let go, Yakumo-kun?”

Hatsune-san asked, her tone tinged with a hint of dissatisfaction.

“…Actually, I’d prefer it to stay like this.”

Resigned, I decided to savor this pleasant moment and Hatsune-san’s soft presence.

At that moment, while I was lost in the afterglow of victory, forgetting about our opponents…

“Kawasaki, are you… injured?”

From across the field, I heard that voice.

Still held in Hatsune-san’s embrace, I glanced over.

Kawasaki was crouched on the ground, holding his foot.

Surrounding him were the members of the soccer club who had participated in the tournament.

One of them was calling for a teacher from the infirmary and a stretcher.

It seemed he was quite seriously injured.

His ankle was noticeably swollen.

(When did he even get hurt… oh.)

I recalled the moment when I shrugged off his grip; it felt like I had heard the sound of him falling.

Given that, he must have twisted his foot in a bad direction when he fell.

However, that play could easily be interpreted as a foul on Kawasaki’s part, considering he had reached out to grab me.

It was just a self-inflicted wound from his reckless play.

I wasn’t at fault… right?

As I contemplated this with a detached mindset, I heard more voices from the soccer club.

“Hey, you were talking about competing for that girl from that class earlier. You didn’t push yourself and get injured for such a stupid reason, did you?”

“You act all high and mighty as the ace, but getting injured and throwing away the tournament is just irresponsible. Cut it out.”

Some of the rougher members of the soccer club, as well as those who had lost a penalty kick to Kawasaki, began to voice their sharp words.

“Isn’t it true that you lost because you couldn’t score? You’re the ace, yet at this rate, it’s questionable whether you’ll even remain the ace going forward.”

“Stop it,” someone from outside the soccer club tried to intervene.

But it was clear that the situation was not calming down.

They had likely been harboring dissatisfaction towards Kawasaki for some time.

On top of that, they had experienced an unexpected defeat in a tournament they were expected to win.

All the pent-up frustration was now being directed at Kawasaki.

“This could end up being a ligament injury, and he might not be able to play soccer anymore.”

“Plus, I heard that the girl he liked has a boyfriend.”

“To get injured while trying hard to steal a girl who already has a boyfriend at a tournament is just ridiculous for someone who claims to be the ace…”

“Kawasaki without soccer is just a guy who got carried away because he’s a bit good-looking. He’s just a misguided fool.”

Once the frustrations started pouring out, they couldn’t be stopped.

The members of the soccer club were articulating their thoughts, which they had likely kept to themselves for a long time.

A mix of exasperation, anger, and disdain rained down on Kawasaki without restraint.

“No, I didn’t mean it like that…”

Kawasaki, who had been pushed away by his teammates, crouched down with a pale face.

Shortly after, a stretcher arrived, and he was taken away, but no one accompanied him.

(I’ve heard that having an ego is important for a soccer striker, but in his case, it was excessive and somehow off…)

Well, I didn’t need to concern myself with Kawasaki’s fate.

I had just won a match in the tournament.

His injury was a result of his own actions.

And if he was being criticized, it was a reflection of his behavior.