[Are you going to use it?]
'Yeah.'
As I surveyed the field, observing the opposing team mbers, I replied to El's doubtful question.
[You do know that if soone recognizes it, you'll have an entire race against you.]
'It's fine. I don't think anyone can even recognize what this actually is.'
Having looked around enough, I turned my attention to my team, who were taking back their positions while Aimar and Chubby hovered towards .
I shifted my focus and looked at the goal post that was surrounded by the three second-year students.
'If I need to score, I will have to bypass them,' I mused, squinting my eyes as I ford a quick plan in my mind.
[... Instead of doing everything by yourself, you can always work with your team.]
'...I can't rely on them to score. I have to do that on my own,' I rebuked, glancing at the tir. 'And I have a better way to use my team.'
[... Doing everything alone will not always work.]
'Yeah, yeah.'
"So, what do you want us to do." Aimar asked arriving close to with chubby.
"How much can you lift?"
"There is nothing in this world that I can't lift."
"Then listen," I replied, leaning towards his ear and whispering sothing before moving back.
Aimar blinked twice, then glanced at Chubby, giving him a sly smile while patting his shoulder. "Your sacrifice will be rembered, brother."
"W-what?" Chubby stamred, visibly taken aback.
"BREAK ENDS!"
As soon as the five-minute mark ended, the referee announced the resumption of the ga.
"Get ready!" I declared, hovering towards the center of the field with Aimar and Chubby behind .
The referee placed the ball between and Keegan as I glanced at him.
"Hey, Keegan."
"What?"
"Do you want Arianell's number?"
"W-what?"
'Got you.'
"3!"
"You know her personal number?" I repeated my words with a smile.
"D-don't be ridiculous, y-you don't e-even have that!"
"Well, I do. In fact, she calls every night," I replied, enjoying his discomfort.
"Stop lying!" he shouted, clenching his fist.
"2"
"By the way, do you know who was her first kiss?"
"Don't you dare, Azariah!" he shouted, glaring at while completely ignoring the ball hovering in the middle.
Ignoring his protests, I grinned widely and pointed my thumb at my face. "It was , Azariah!"
"How dare you!"
"Start!"
SWISH!
"BOOO!"
Making an arc with my left leg and accelerating myself, I hovered past him and easily took possession of the ball as soon as the referee signaled.
Ignoring the 'cheers' of the crowd, I accelerated towards the goalpost while Oliver and Ethan chased after .
"Oliver, let score one point!" I shouted, trying to convince him as he arrived right beside .
Oliver looked at for a second, he might be wondering what type of idiocy—.
"Okay."
"What?" I nearly tripped on the empty air as I heard his response.
"Go score one point; I am not stopping you," he replied as he deaccelerated himself.
"BOOO!!"
'Yeah, I forgot he is an idiot,' I shook my head before focusing back on the ga while the crowd started booing Oliver.
SWISH!!
I glanced back again as Ethan chased closely after while Keegan was held back by Aimar and Chubby.
"Haah."
I took a deep breath, filling my lungs to the brim.
*Bite.*
And when I felt I had enough air, I bit my tongue tightly until blood gushed out of it.
"Niflh."
"Huff...."
As the breath left my lips, the air around began to shimr, tendrils of mist started to form around , the temperature dropping rapidly as if a sudden winter had descended upon the land.
And as soon as Ethan ca close to , I willed the mist to envelop him.
"Huh?"
Ethan let out a startled voice as he visibly trembled from the cold, his movents slowing down until he stopped moving.
Using Niflh, I made his body turn cold, making him use his mana to warm his body instead of letting it be sucked in by the glideboots.
"He is using mana to attack!!"
"That's cheating!!"
"Soone stop him!!"
The crowd erupted once again as they realized that sothing had gone wrong with Ethan.
But...
"Everyone, Azariah is not using mana and there is no direct attack, so for now, he is not disqualified."
My grin widened as I heard the announcent from the ref as I accelerated myself, narrowing my distance with second-year students.
"You're terrible!"
"Boo! Get off the field!"
Ignoring the jeers, I kicked the ball as I looked at the second-year student who pushed last ti.
Thud.
With a 'thud,' I grabbed my senior's arm.
"Wha—." He let out a startled voice as I smiled at him, only to yank him by the arm before throwing him over my shoulder.
"Kuheuk...."
"Sorry, senior, are you okay?" I asked while smiling gently as he hovered upside down, glaring at .
"Hey! That's cheating!"
"Stop him!"
I once again ignored the jeers of the crowd before I looked at the ref.
"Azariah, you have been warned!"
He shouted, and I nodded my head before I focused on the rest of the second year students.
'Only four minutes have passed, huh?' I mused to myself as I glanced at the tir while the hovering ball stuck between my toes and ankle.
"AIMAR!!"
I shouted as I glanced at Ethan, who had once again started to chase after .
His full focus was on as he completely ignored the rest of my team.
"On it!"
I glanced back in his direction as I couldn't miss what was about to happen.
"Argh..."
Without a mont's hesitation, Aimar lunged forward, his hand grabbing Chubby by the back of his neck with a firm grip.
And with a swift motion, he swung Chubby around in a wide arc, building montum with each rotation.
"Mumm—kukhhhh..."
Ethan and the two seniors arrived right around , caught off guard by the unexpected maneuver, barely had ti to react as Chubby hurtled through the air towards us.
But Chubby wasn't thrown in their direction but mine...
With a yelp, I reached out to brace myself and,
Chubby collided with with a resounding thud, the force of the impact knocking us both off balance, but we didn't stop there as we also collided with the seniors and Ethan.
"Argh... Fuck.." I groaned in pain, but I quickly shifted my focus on the ref while Aimar scored the goal for our team.
And sure enough, he had a conflicted look on his face, but... In the end, I wasn't disqualified and he just raised his arm acknowledging the goal.
"Sigh... Good job, Chubby."
I patted him on his shoulder as I once again balanced myself; he coughed violently hearing my praise while glaring at with teary eyes, but I just ignored him.
"Urgh... Why weren't you disqualified?" Ethan asked as he balanced himself back.
"Because what just happened was an 'accident,'" I replied as I hovered towards the center of the field.
The seniors also returned to their place, and the crowd was as loud as ever, which I was ignoring without any problem.
"How?" Ethan questioned again.
"Chubby colliding with was intentional, but colliding with you guys wasn't. It's basically a loophole in the ga that people don't use," I explained while I moved to the center beside Aimar.
"Why?"
I am just going to ignore him.
[... They have so self-respect.]
'You are saying as if I don't have self-respect!!'
[You do?]
'I can ask the sa question? Useless voice in my head!!'
[.....]
"Good job, Budd." I fist-bumped as I stood beside him.
"Yeah, but now the entire crowd is also hating on as well," he grumbled while he glanced around.
"Only two minutes left, let's end this," I mumbled as I glanced at the tir before Aimar walked to the center.
The ref once again placed the ball between us as Oliver glanced at Aimar.
"...What?"
"Ready to lose, little bro?" Oliver asked, grinning while his gaze fixed on the ball.
"Shut it," Aimar replied, his gaze on the ball as well.
"START!"
With the signal given, Oliver quickly hovered towards the ball and so did Aimar, but Oliver got possession of the ball as he sidestepped him.
And with full speed, he hovered towards our goalpost.
"Ethan!"
Oliver passed the ball to Ethan as Aimar inched closer to him.
Ethan quickly hovered towards the goalpost while
I quickly tried to chase after him, but I was stopped with Keegan blocking my way.
"Azariah—."
"...I am not going to tell you how her lips tasted, fuck off," I interjected with a sly smile, and anger visibly surfaced on his face.
"Y-you have been tarnishing the princess's na again and again, don't think you can get away with this."
"Fuck! Off!"
I hovered past him, or at least I tried, but he kept blocking my way.
"Tch."
"You won't get past !"
"Arianell?"
"Where?"
He imdiately got distracted as soon as he heard her na, giving enough ti to move past him.
But I didn't have much ti as Oliver was just around the goal.
"10!"
The crowd started to count as the ga was about to end.
"9!"
"8!"
"7!"
Skinny tried to stop Oliver, but he was quick enough to not get stopped by him.
"6!"
"5!"
"Muspe—."
Da-thump.
But before I could use Muspelh, the beating of my heart echoed in my brain, and a sudden pain intensified in my chest.
[A-are you alright, Azariah!? Azariah!!]
"GOAL!"
"Huff...huff..."
While the crowd erupted in cheers, I clenched my chest as I felt my heartbeat slowing down until it stopped entirely....
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