The stadium was packed. Millions across Japan sat glued to their TVs, eyes fixed on the future of football. Phantom Force faced off against Crusher 11 in one of the most anticipated matches of the Type 1 tournament.
As the whistle blew, Phantom Force wasted no time and claimed the kickoff.Jim immediately activated Predator Instinct, his eyes glowing green as he scanned the field. The vision allowed him to spot a weak link in Crusher 11's backline—only one real defender was holding the structure together: Tokito.
"This is it," Jim thought. "That spot… it's vulnerable."
He gave the green signal to Volt—an unspoken cue they'd practiced. But deep in the Crusher 11 camp, Raiku grinned to himself.
"Exactly what we wanted," he thought. "Let him come. No one breaks through Tokito. No one."
Jim passed the ball swiftly to Alex, who didn't hesitate. His Blue Dragon sprite awakened in a flash of energy. Alex dashed forward, weaving through Crusher's midfield with elegant footwork.
But Rento was waiting.
The midfielder, calm and calculating, watched Alex's every move. With perfect timing, he slid in, stealing the ball cleanly and killing Phantom Force's momentum in an instant.He passed gently to Raiku.
Without missing a beat, Raiku awakened his sprite. With brute force and impeccable timing, he leaped into the air and fired off a long-range aerial shot—a move that would shatter most defenses.
But before the ball could find its way, a flash of lightning streaked across the pitch.
Volt.
The stadium fell silent for a heartbeat.
The commentator screamed into the mic, "I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! HE JUST TELEPORTED FROM THE BACK LINE TO MIDFIELD! WHAT KIND OF SPEED IS THAT?!"
Even Coach Tenjo was momentarily stunned."When did he learn that?" he whispered to himself.
Volt hovered in mid-air for a moment, intercepting the shot with pinpoint precision. He turned to Raiku and smirked.
"Why so eager, huh? There's still 84 minutes left. Take it easy," Volt joked, spinning with the ball at his feet.
Alex tried to analyze what just happened.
"He used the dribbling momentum of Lightning Waltz for a vertical leap... but that's dangerous. That kind of movement could damage his legs. That speed was never meant for a jump—it was built for footwork, not teleportation."
Still, Volt wasn't done.
He cut through Crusher 11's midfield with Lightning Waltz, leaving defenders frozen like statues. His feet danced across the grass like strikes of thunder, making it look effortless.
The commentator's voice cracked from shouting:
"TELEPORTATION EARLIER—NOW THIS?! WHO IS THIS GUY?! IS HE REALLY THE SAME VOLT FROM THE LAST MATCH?! HE'S A MONSTER TONIGHT!"
From behind him, Volt's Griffin sprite roared to life, sparking lightning through the stadium. A thunderous shockwave rippled through the field, even interrupting the live broadcast for a moment.
The world froze.
Jim, caught in the moment, could only stare—frozen.
"That form… Is this even the same Volt we knew as kids?"
Then—Volt launched the ball.
A powerful, devastating strike shot through the air like a thunderbolt.
GOOOAAL!
The crowd erupted.Commentators screamed.People at home stood up in shock.In the stadium, the roar was deafening.
Volt had just broken the unbreakable wall of the Type 1 tournament.
Fans watching on TV and in the stands were in awe.
They weren't just watching a football match anymore.
They were witnessing the future of Japanese football.
Phantom Force swarmed Volt, celebrating his goal. The team lifted him up as chants rang through the stadium.
But not everyone was cheering.
Raiku stood alone.
Watching.Smiling.
A quiet, dangerous smile.
"So… it's time we remove you from our path to victory."