The next second, Sendou Akito felt as though he had narrowly escaped death.
It was as if a shell fired by an enemy tank had just skimmed past him.
He had been only one step away from death.
After just two rounds, Sendou Akito was already drenched in sweat, and his legs had begun to go weak. He collapsed to the ground before he could hold out for long.
His heart was filled with regret. Why had he provoked a monster of this level?
Kira Ryosuke was definitely not Itoshi Sae's gift...
He might even be more terrifying than Itoshi Sae!
"What a clownish performance."
At that moment, Itoshi Sae, who had been watching from the side all along, walked over to the two of them and cast a disdainful glance at Sendou Akito.
"Whether it's technique or anything else, you're completely beyond saving. Describing your football as vomit earlier was already the highest praise I could give you. Still, you should be glad about your overconfidence and stupidity. At least Kira was willing to play this boring game with you."
After speaking, Itoshi Sae walked over to Kira Ryosuke. His gaze held none of the arrogance with which he looked at everyone else, but instead carried a hint of approval.
"You have the talent to be a striker. In this country, you're the only decent striker. Let's go to a separate training ground and practice. Training here would be a waste of time—inefficient and outdated."
Itoshi Sae mercilessly mocked everyone present while extending an invitation to Kira Ryosuke.
Kira Ryosuke was the only player he acknowledged.
"Thank you for the offer, but I'll have to decline."
Kira Ryosuke directly rejected Itoshi Sae's proposal.
"We'll be playing together later, so we'll have to train together anyway. Football is a team