Holding the Rising Prodigy award firmly in his hands, Haruma then stepped down from the stage, receiving a thunderous round applause from his waiting teammates.
Haruma with a smile raised the trophy toward them with a composed yet genuine smile. The Wolves closed in imdiately, laughter and cheers breaking through as hands patted his back and struck his shoulders in celebration. Kurogami, Raya, and Nagisa were applauding steadily, pride clear in their expressions, while Kabuto, Itsuki, and Jiho surrounded him with boundless energy, ruffling his hair as the mont swallowed them all.
As the applause gradually faded, the announcer raised the microphone and spoke again.
"Now, with a big round of applause, ladies and gentlen, please welco to the stage the runners-up and silver dalists of the tournant… the Kashiwa U17 Tyrants."
The crowd responded with a strong, respectful applause, one that carried genuine appreciation for their effort and resilience throughout the tournant.
With a pale, straight face and lifeless eyes, Kazutora Inzuka led his team onto the stage, where the Vice President of the Japan Football Federation stood ready with the silver dals.
Kazutora stepped forward, maintaining the sa hollow expression, and shook hands. The vice president offered a few words of encouragent before placing the dal around his neck. Kazutora gave a faint, restrained smile in thanks, then moved on, his face returning to its cold stillness as he removed the dal almost imdiately.
Behind him, Yohan followed. He accepted his dal in silence, then took it off at once, mirroring Kazutora.
One by one, the rest of the U17 Tyrants stepped forward, accepting their dals, keeping them on.
Once Kazutora moved off the stage, he removed his captain's armband, and stood at the far edge, fixing his gaze firmly on the stage.
Yohan hesitated for a mont, noticing Kazutora's choice of staying, visibly surprised, before walking over to stand beside him.
As the final Tyrant received his dal, the team gathered near their captain, lining up quietly, all eyes fixed on the stage.
The announcer's smile widened, before raising his voice with clear excitent.
"Now, in the biggest round of your applause, please welco the champions of the U17 JFC 2042… The Tokyo U17 Wolves!"
The stadium erupted into thunderous cheers. Ryusei and Kento were on their feet, clapping loudly with wide grins, while Masaru and Toru were roaring their lungs out, applauding overhead.
With a confident smile, Raya led the team toward the stage, Haruma close behind, followed by Jiho, Itsuki, and the rest of the Wolves.
In the stands, Haruma's mother was clapping gently, tears of joy shining in her eyes. Ayane, Rukia, and Shiori were applauding with the bright smiles, fully swept up in the mont.
Raya stepped forward first, a wide grin on his face as he shook hands with the vice president. They exchanged a few words before Raya received the golden dal, wearing it with quiet pride.
From the VIP box, Shuya and Aha were clapping loudly, Shuya even blowing a whistle as he shouted cheers toward the field.
Haruma followed. The vice president greeted him with a warm smile, shaking his hand with clear respect before lightly ruffling his hair in appreciation.
From the balcony, Ismau and the seniors were in a frenzy of roars and cheers, clapping harder than anyone. On the field, Raon and Minato stood tall, applauding with pride.
Next ca Jiho, his usual energy and joy on full display. He accepted the dal with a respectful bow before moving ahead. Itsuki followed, bowing as well, a wide grin spread across his face as the dal was placed around his neck.
One by one, the rest of the team stepped forward, collecting their dals with excitent and pride overflowing them. Once collecting they began to gather atop the winners' podium where the bold CHAMPIONS sign was towering above them.
The announcer, smiling broadly, raised a hand to calm the crowd for a mont before speaking once more.
"Let ask… Are you ready, Tokyooooo!"
The entire stadium erupted in unison, a deafening YEEEESSSSS!
"I said, Tokyo!... Are you readyyyyyyyy!"
YEEEEEESSSSSSS!
Kento, Ryusei, Masaru, Toru, Shuya, Ismau, and everyone else joined the roar, their voices blending with the stadium in a wave of pure energy.
With a voice booming over the cheers, the announcer raised his mic once more, his words charged with electrifying intensity.
"Ladies and gentlen… please welco the guiding light of the team… the one who turns the impossible into reality… the captain… the number 10… The winner…
KURRROOOOGAAAMII SHIKYOOOOOO!!!"
The crowd erupts with a thunderous applause, a deafening roar of cheers and applause electrifies the air.
With a wide, triumphant smile, Kurogami stepped onto the stage and walked confidently toward the president, who stood beside the gleaming golden trophy, holding the dal ready to honor him.
Kurogami approached and shook hands with the president, who returned the gesture warmly before placing the golden dal around Kurogami's neck who accepted it with a deep, respectful bow.
The stadium erupted with unrestrained joy, fans clapping loudly, faces lit with smiles, energy pulsing through every corner.
The president straightened Kurogami, resting a hand on his shoulder as he offered a few words of praise which Kurogami listened intently, head bowed, a grateful smile on his face.
The president patted Kurogami's shoulder before taking the trophy in his hands, holding it with care, moving it toward Kurogami, allowing him to take hold.
Taking a deep breath, Kurogami took it into his hands, sending the crowd into an even louder eruption of cheers and roars.
He gazed at the gleaming trophy, awe and pride shining in his eyes, a faint smile forming on his lips.
Turning to the president, Kurogami offered a sincere nod of thanks. The president clapped warmly, then stepped back, gesturing toward the podium where his team waited with anticipation written clearly across their faces.
With his brightest smile, Kurogami began walking confidently toward the podium, trophy held firmly before him.
On the field, Minato and Raon clapped the hardest, their eyes shining with pride and joy. Shiori with her eyes filled with tears was applauding with all her heart.
Ryusei roared, chanting and clapping overhead, while Kento matched him, pumped with energy, Mio perched on his shoulder, laughing and clapping along.
Masaru and Toru were bouncing side by side, laughing, clapping with pure excitent. Rukia was smiling warmly, clapping softly but sincerely.
Haruma's mother's tears were streaming freely down her cheeks, yet her hands never stopped clapping. Beside her, Ayane was on her feet, a faint smile on her face, clapping loudly, fully caught in the mont.
Now, Kurogami, wearing a warm smile, holding the trophy, was walking toward his team.
His teammates faces were lit with wide smiles and eyes shining bright, gesturing for everyone to stay settled, making the rhythmic sounds of drums. Haruma, among them, wore a broad smile, staying grounded for the mont.
With a spark of excitent in his eyes, Kurogami crouched slightly before his team, then shot upward, raising the trophy high above his head. In that instant, the team erupted as one, unleashing a thunderous roar of "YAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!"
Fireworks exploded across the stadium sky as photographers and caran began capturing the electrifying mont, flashes illuminating the jubilant faces of the champions.
The crowd were roaring in unison, their cheers matching the explosive energy on the field.
Minato was clapping with pride, while Raon was threw fists into the air, roaring with uncontainable excitent. Ryusei and Kento stood side by side, arms draped over each other's shoulders, sharing in the triumph. Haruma's mother was sank back into her seat, overco with emotion, tears streaming freely down her cheeks, unstoppable and raw.
Kurogami stood at the center, trophy held high, his triumphant roar echoing across the stadium. Haruma was bouncing behind him, roaring with pure exhilaration, while Kabuto, fueled by adrenaline, was throwing his fists into the air. Jiho and Haru were leaping and hollered, their movents wild and unrestrained, a whirlwind of raw energy. Nagisa and Raya laughed, skipping and twirling as they tried to match the chaos, their joy bright and contagious. At the edge, Itsuki, Izaya, and Rei were involved in whooping and stomping in unison, a perfect rhythm of shared elation. The team moved as one, a storm of triumph, every cheer and every leap a heartbeat of their hard-earned victory.
On the sidelines, Kazutora and Yohan watched in silence, their faces pale and emotionless, while the rest of their teammates clapped faintly, subdued.
With a warm smile, Kurogami then lowered the trophy and moved it for Raya to hold.
Overflowing with joy, Raya stepped forward, taking the trophy, pressing a hard kiss to the gleaming prize before raising it high above his head, letting out a roar of triumph that matched the stadium's electrifying energy.
Raya lowered the trophy and turned to Kurogami, who stepped forward, taking it with a wide, proud smile, before turning his head towards Haruma.
The stadium imdiately erupted, as one thunderous chant began to roll through every corner:
Haruma… Haruma… Haruma… Haruma… Haruma… Haruma… Haruma… Haruma…
The team and Kurogami began swaying in rhythm with the chant, every eye locked on Haruma. With a bright, radiant smile he slowly stepped forward, and Kurogami extended the trophy toward him, the stadium holding its collective breath in anticipation.
Keeping his bright smile, Haruma reached out and took the trophy into his hands. Instantly, the stadium, along with Kento, Ryusei, Masaru, and Toru, exploded into wild cheers and roars.
Ismau and the seniors shouted Haruma's na, clapping overhead with unrestrained energy, while Aha and Shuya joined in, their wide, joyous smiles reflecting the euphoria of the mont.
With the chants of "Haruma… Haruma… Haruma…" rolling through the stadium, Haruma stared at the gleaming trophy for a heartbeat, pressed a heartfelt kiss to it, and then raised it high above his head, letting out a triumphant roar that shook the arena.
The team and the stadium roared, bouncing in unison with him, every cara flash capturing the electrifying mont where Haruma stood tall with the trophy raised high above his head, roaring with unbridled triumph.
Suddenly, Masaru's eyes widened as a surge of emotion struck him, tears welling uncontrollably. Toru stood frozen, awe written across his face as the weight of the mont hit him fully. Rukia with a soft smile and eyes filled with tears stayed locked on Haruma.
Ayane was smiling gently, her eyes warm and focused on the scene, while Shiori was wiping away tears, clapping with unrelenting energy.
Haruma's mother's hands were clasped tightly over her mouth, her eyes red and tears streaming freely, overwheld with joy at the sight of her son's triumph…
Inside the sprawling darkness of a luxurious mansion, the only illumination ca from the glow of a screen, the comntary of the ga echoing faintly across the room. From the silhouette of a massive chair, a curling cloud of smoke rose lazily into the dim air, hinting at the presence of soone seated there.
A hand, showing faint wrinkles and subtle veins, erged, holding a smoldering cigar, and with a slow, deliberate motion, stubbed it out in the nearby ashtray, the ember hissing softly as it died.
"Welco Haruma…"
A deep, resonant male voice cut through the darkness of the room.
"Welco, Haruma…"
The tone carried weight, cold and commanding.
"Welco, Haruma Kusaka… to the world of football…"
A soft, almost sinister sound of smirk followed the words.
"We can't wait to see you on the field…"
"Welco to hell… Golden Winged!"
A booming, arrogant laugh began to echo through the mansion, filling the empty darkness. On the screen before him was Haruma roaring triumphantly, the trophy still raised high above his head…
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