The Golden Winged Of Football: Haruma Kusaka

Chapter 103 103: Crazy-Ass Wolf

The fans gasped as one, disbelief ripping the air apart enveloping the fans in stunned silence.Raya, Nagisa, Jiho, Kabuto, Haru every one of them froze, eyes stretched wide, breaths caught mid-chest. Only Kurogami stood different, a proud smirk spread wide across his face.

Izaya, now completely clear from Kazutora, quickly turned his body toward the opposing net and with effortless control he flicked the ball up once more, setting it perfectly in the air, then planted his standing foot, leaned back just enough, and drew his leg in, his balance smooth, his motion fluid, ready for the volley.

Then suddenly the world plunged into darkness.

And from within that darkness, a voice rose once again.

"I lost…"

"I lost…?"

Izaya's eyes sharpened in an instant and with flawless timing and speed he swung his foot into the volley, striking the ball with absolute precision causing the impact to crack through the air as he roared with everything in his chest,

"Scoreee! HarumaaaAaaAaAaaaa!"

The darkness shattered with Haruma snapping his eyes wide, fire tearing back to life inside him.

"I won't lose!"

He instantly exploded off the spot, boots digging into the turf as he launched himself forward, sprinting with raw desperation and resolve while the ball screamed toward him from behind the moment, the belief, and the weight of everything converging at once.

"I will not lose!"

Haruma tore through the field with explosive pace, then in one perfect motion he twisted his body around and launched himself upward, throwing his back into the air, spine arching as time seemed to slow.

The ball arrived perfectly and in mid-air, Haruma snapped his leg up overhead and met the ball clean in a full bicycle kick, the impact sharp, absolute. For a split second, he saw the ball on his foot and roared once more, unleashing everything he had which came out as.

"I am Harumaaaa KusaaaakaaAaaa"

The golden wings burst free from Haruma's back, spreading wide and radiant as his body hung suspended in a perfect bicycle kick, frozen in breathtaking beauty.

Kento stood motionless, expression gone, mouth slightly open, as if he had found a strange, quiet peace in the moment. Beside him, Haruma's mother covered her mouth with trembling hands, tears streaming freely down her cheeks as she watched.

Haruma, still suspended in mid-air, elegantly completed the swing of his leg making the ball fly with all the grace and precision.

The goalkeeper launched himself into a desperate dive, fingertips stretching but it was all futile.

With elegant, merciless grace, the ball slipped past him and went inside the post, slamming into the back of the net, and bounced inward.

A moment of silence.

Then destiny roared.

The whistle screamed through the air in utter silence, and the stadium erupted. Thousands of fans leapt to their feet, arms thrown skyward as a thunderous roar shook the stands to their core.

The commentators were still standing, eyes stretched wide, trapped in disbelief. For a long moment, no words came, then one of them finally spoke, his voice low, almost shaken.

"Haruma… scores."

Kabuto and Itsuki broke instantly, silent tears spilling as they lowered their heads and sprinted toward Haruma.

Izaya lifted his face up to the sky, eyes lingering there for a heartbeat before he slowly closed them. Calm washed over him as he dropped to his knees, surrendering to the moment. While from behind, Raya, Jiho, Nagisa, and Haru came charging toward him, their footsteps pounding with pure, uncontainable joy.

From the dugout Minato tilted his head backwards, relief washing over his face, before Raon rushed to the edge of the dugout, roaring out loud with wild energy, throwing celebratory punches into the air. Beside them, Shiori beamed brightly, her smile wide and radiant, joy written clearly across her face.

Roaring with pure adrenaline, Kento was bouncing from his seat, his arm around Ryusei's neck who was bouncing along with him, both laughing through tears with pure thrill. While from the other side of the stands, Masaru and Toru were roaring with enthusiastic energy, while Rukia beside them clapped furiously, her face lit with unrestrained joy.

On the field, Raya, Jiho, and Nagisa came charging in from behind and piled onto Izaya, wrapping him in a crushing embrace, their shouts blending into one breathless celebration.

From the VIP balcony, Ismau and his teammates were with raised arms, laughing from joy, clapping loudly in approval.

From the other VIP box, Shuya was jumping to his feet with a triumphant yell, shouting confident words down at the field while beside him, Ameha stood frozen, eyes wide, stunned into complete silence by what she had just witnessed.

Haruma's mother sat frozen on her seat with both hands pressed tightly over her mouth, tears spilling freely from her eyes, her whole body trembling under the weight of overwhelming pride. Beside her, Ayane remained stunned, eyes stretched wide, lips parted, too shaken to even form a word.

On the field, Haruma rises up back on his feet, unleashing a primal roar, pounding his fists hard against his chest in wild celebration when in the same instant, Itsuki and Kabuto came charging in, leaping onto his back, roaring with him as their voices blended into the chaos.

While from the goalpost Kurogami was watching it all in silence. Slowly, almost gracefully, he lowered himself to the turf, sitting still with calm eyes fixed on his celebrating team.

Haruma turned around just in time to see Izaya sprinting toward him who leapt at him, making Haruma catch him mid-air, arms locking tight as the rest of the team surged in around them, ruffling their hairs, laughters all around them, confidence returning to their faces as they piled together, finally, the weight of belief settling back into their bodies.

Across the chaos, Kazutora stood rigid. His teeth were clenched hard, eyes burning with fierce, barely contained rage. With a low growl, he began walking backwards, toward his position. Nearby, Yohan kicked the turf in frustration, jaw tight, before turning away and heading back to his position as well, their fury swallowed by the noise of Tokyo's resurgence…

The clock ticked into the 74th minute.

The ball dropped from high above and landed at the feet of a Tyrant, who brought it under control and began to push forward, head up, scanning the field for a passing option when suddenly Nagisa came charging in, sliding a foot hard into the challenge.

Caught off guard, the Tyrant panicked. Instead of holding the ball, he quickly stabbed a sharp pass backwards from where Another Tyrant reached it in and struck it first time, blasting the ball high and long toward the Wolves' goalpost.

Nagisa and the first Tyrant both snapped their heads up, tracking the ball as it flew over everyone.

Ahead of them, Yohan Eunseong was already into a full sprint, eyes locked on the dropping ball. From the side, Haru noticed it, and a smirk spread across his face.

In the very next moment, he exploded into a sprint, tearing after Yohan as the chase ignited.

Sensing Haru closing in behind him, Yohan's expression hardened and In the same breath he spotted a Tyrant surging into space near the box.

A smirk crept across Yohan's face, as he suddenly flipped around in mid-run and launched himself upward, lining up a headed pass toward his teammate on the right wing.

Still chasing, Haru watched it with slightly widened eyes, knowing exactly what Yohan was about to do.

Still wearing that smirk, Yohan braced himself as the ball dropped toward his head, when suddenly, another pair of boots slammed into the turf and beside him Itsuki launched upward even higher, shoulder crashing into Yohan mid-air.

The impact rattled Yohan instantly, causing his expression to snap from confidence to frustration as the ball glanced past him and drove straight toward Itsuki's head who quickly snapped his neck, redirecting the header cleanly toward Haru.

Haru reacted in a flash, meeting it and clearing the ball backward over his own head, blasting it out of danger.

The ball soared high, arcing back toward the Tyrants' half from where Jiho was sprinting after it, along with several Tyrants, both sides racing as the chase reignited.

Sensing the ball dropping toward him quickly, Jiho shifted his gear into a full sprint, but the Tyrants around him closed in from both sides and drove their legs recklessly in his path, trying to clip him, trying to take him down at any cost.

But Jiho refused to fall. He leaped slightly just enough to clear the scissoring legs, and in mid-air he threw his foot ahead and struck the ball with the heel of his boot, sending it skidding hard to his left, from where Nagisa charged in at full speed collecting the ball gracefully on his foot.

Nagisa let the ball settle at his feet before nudging it forward with quiet control. He drew in a single steady breath, lifted his eyes just once, and struck the ball hard.

The ball snapped off his foot, flying and bending through the air in a perfect arc across the box toward the far right, where Raya was already breaking into space.

With his eyes locked on the dropping ball, Raya burst into the open channel, timing his run to perfection as the ball was falling invitingly ahead of him.

He gritted his teeth and drew his leg back, ready to smash a full-blooded volley, but at the last instant he aborted the strike. His foot slipped past the ball, then snapped back sharply, catching it with the heel instead and nudging it hard to the right.

A heartbeat later, Kazutora's leg scythed through the space Raya had just left, brutal and merciless, missing him by a razor-thin margin.

Raya's face was hard with fury, he just escaped a disaster by inches, evading a tackle that could have ended his foot and career.

The crowds were leaning forward with clenched teeth, commentators frozen on their feet, jaws hanging open.

Kazutora's slide scraped hard across the turf before he swiftly twisted his head back over his shoulder, a wild, predatory smirk carving across his face, now craving for blood.