roccoschili Chapter 105 105: Golden Boots On Fire!
Chapter 105 105: Golden Boots On Fire!
"YYYAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"Haruma roared at the top of his lungs, head thrown back toward the sky, fists clenched so tight they shook as adrenaline surged through him in a wild, uncontrollable rush.
The stadium instantly exploded in roars, as thunderous cheers began to surge through the stands, thousands of arms shot skyward in unison, the roar slamming down like a crushing wave that shook the air itself, drowning the field in pure, uncontrollable frenzy.
Ryusei and Kento leapt together, eyes wide, shouting at the top of their lungs. Haruma's mother's eyes widened as she began clapping loudly, a broken giggle slipping out while tears streamed down her cheeks, emotion flooding her all at once.
'HATTRRRIIIIIIIICK!'
The commentators screamed over the noise, their voices dripping with pure adrenaline.
Masaru and Toru roared alongside them. Raon already had his fist raised, shouting wildly, while Minato wore a wide, unrestrained smile, clapping as hard as he could.
'Hat-trick number two for none other than Haruma Kuuuusakaaa!'
Haruma sprinted straight toward the celebrating crowd, roaring back at them, his voice rising to match their fury and fire. In the next instant, Kabuto, Jiho, and Raya crashed into him, followed by the rest, piling onto his back in a crushing embrace. Bodies collided, laughter and shouts erupting everywhere, yet even beneath the weight of them all, Haruma kept roaring, his voice tearing through the stadium.
Back at the goalpost, Kurogami bent forward, slamming his fist hard into his thigh as he struggled to rein in the surge of hype burning through him.
Kazutora stood frozen, teeth clenched in seething fury, fists tightened until his knuckles turned white. Beside him, Yohan runs his hands up and down his face again and again, trying and failing to burn off his frustration.
"Tokyo Wolves are now three to four."
Mio was throwing her arms into the air, her bright smile never fading. Beside her, Ayane leaned forward in her seat, elbows on her knees, biting into her nails as her heartbeat thundered faster than ever.
'Haruma Kusaka is now the only player to score a hat-trick in a U17 final, across any JFC league history!'
The commentator roared.
'And he's also the highest scorer of the tournament! And is there still something left in this game?... Yes, there is! The final ten minutes! One more goal from Tokyo takes them level… and one more goal from Haruma will make him hold the record holder of the most goals scored by an individual in a single edition U17 JFC!"
Rukia was on her feet, clapping hard, tears glistening in her eyes as pure joy shone across her face. Along the sidelines, Shiori clapped just as fiercely, tears spilling freely as her heart pounded faster than ever.
From the VIP box, Shuya was already on his feet, roaring, eyes blazing as his teeth clenched hard. Beside him, Ameha wore a wild smile, eyes wide and gleaming with unmistakable pleasure as she soaked in the chaos below.
From the VIP balcony, Ismau and the other seniors were totally charged with raw energy, roaring and applauding at the top of their lungs, their voices blending with the thunderous cheers of the crowd.
Wrapped in his teammates' embrace, Haruma's expression hardened, turning into fierce determination, his eyes burning with an intensity no one had ever seen before…
Play resumed as the ball soared high through the air. Beneath it, Makoto sprinted at full speed, eyes fixed upward, the clock in the background ticking into the 83rd minute.
Makoto in his mid-run looked up, only for his eyes to widen even further… It was Yohan, who was already setting himself beneath the dropping ball.
As the ball reached him, Yohan flicked it up with a sharp touch of his foot, lifting it onto his back and over his head in one smooth motion before spinning around, unleashing a powerful mid-turn volley, the shot tearing forward like a rocket toward the net but Makoto came flying, throwing himself into the path of the strike, leg snapping up at the last moment taking the full force of the shot on his foot.
Yohan was momentarily left stunned, staring at Makoto's airborne form with frustration etched across his face. While from the goal, Kurogami who stood ready, now had a wild, prideful smirk across his face.
The ball soared high up into the air while Makoto crashed down hard onto the turf.
Yohan's eyes snapped upward, tracking the ball for a split second before a sharp smirk tugged at his lips. Without wasting another second he surged forward at once, sprinting toward the net, hunger and intent blazing as the chance opened before him.
The ball fortunately dropped favorably onto another Tyrant's foot, who without missing a beat flicked it back toward Yohan.
Yohan burst just inside the box and leapt up high, swinging his head to drive the ball toward the net but Kabuto rose even higher.
And a thunderous roar, he collided with Yohan mid-air, his body overpowering him as he smashed through the challenge, stealing the header cleanly, ripping the chance away before it could be born.
Kabuto crashed down hard while Yohan somehow kept his footing, eyes snapping instantly to the ball which bounced out of the box. And from there, that same Tyrant who had given him that pass earlier came sprinting in and struck it first-time, blasting the shot toward the net, but Kurogami moved like lightning, throwing himself across goal and deflecting it away. The ball spilled wide to the left wing where another Tyrant charged in and smashed it again, not at the net but straight back into the box toward Yohan, who was already setting himself, body coiling as he prepared to direct it inside the nets.
The ball was coming in hard, perfectly onto Yohan's foot, who only needed the lightest touch to guide it toward the net. And just as the ball came, Haru burst in with a violent slide, smashing through the space and ripping the ball away from Yohan's control, shock flashing across his face as the chance was torn from him.
As the ball broke loose, Zora charged in and smashed it cleanly, launching a powerful lofted strike that sent it soaring away. The instant it left his foot, the field erupted. Players surged forward at once, boots tearing across the grass as everyone gave chase, the ball arcing toward the opposing net.
Jiho and Izaya sprinted hard after it, while Raya rushed ahead, positioning himself near the goal. A few Tyrant defenders chased with ruthless intent, but they were quickly swallowed by a single storming run.
Kazutora Inzuka.
He exploded forward, eyes burning with hate, frustration, and fury, his stride devouring the field as he closed the distance like a force unleashed.
Amid the chase, the crowd held its breath, every eye tracking a single run.
The Golden boots began hammering against the turf with number 22 blazing under the lights as Haruma Kusaka was sprinting hard when the ball dropped perfectly into the path of his run as he charged straight toward the net.
The stands erupted, roars and cheers surging behind him, pushing his sprint harder. The ball stayed glued to his feet, dancing in perfect rhythm as his gaze stayed sharp, locked on the goal waiting ahead.
From the side, a defender came roaring in, sliding his foot out for the tackle, but In one smooth motion Haruma snapped the ball and his body far to the right before, spinning past across that defender's back, and just as he continued his run, another defender threw himself in a sliding tackle, but Haruma dragged the ball back at the last instant, slipped into the open lane, and accelerated again without breaking stride.
'Harumaaa! Haruma! He can't be stopped!'
The crowd went berserk, roars crashing over the field and driving him forward who was surging closer to the box, eyes wide, sharp, and locked in with ruthless focus.
'Haruma is going for the nets! Haruma is going for the nets! He is going for the nets!'
Haruma drew in a sharp breath and pulled his leg back to fire, Kazutora exploded into view with a horrifying speed, crashing his shoulder in, slamming hard into Haruma's shoulder, the impact ripping his balance away in an instant.
Ryusei's heart jumped into his throat. Kento froze with wide, stunned eyes. Masaru and Toru stood with their jaws dropped, while fury burned across Raon and Minato's faces. Shiori and Rukia watched in helpless shock, worry cutting deep.
Raya, Jiho, and Izaya were frozen mid-run, eyes wide and teeth clenched in stunned disbelief. While Ryusei, Kento, Masaru, and Toru stood rooted in place, wide-eyed as they watched the tackle in utter shock.
Raon reacted instantly, shooting his arms high up into the air, roaring loud for the foul.
On the field, Haruma went crashing, hitting the ground violently, the breath torn from his lungs as the turf swallowed him.
In the stands, Haruma's mother stared on, eyes wide and glistening, tears threatening to spill as the moment unfolded before her.