The crowd's cheers sounded distant to Kei.His world had shrunk to the pulse in his ears and the invisible threads on the pitch
He moved like he knew the future
Not because he was faster
But because he was watching from behind
Behind the players
Behind the patterns
Behind the masks
It wasn't instinct anymore.It was deeper
Reading micro-expressions,the twitch of a defender's wrist before a sprint,the way a midfielder glanced twice to the left before passing right
He didn't play like a midfielder
He played like a director
And the field was his stage
Every touch he made now was preloaded with layers not just tactics but psychology
By minute 58 he passed the ball backwards with a grin
That grin infected Ren who started laughing mid-match confusing even the opponents
They weren't playing football anymore
They were weaving illusions
The other team hesitated
They started second-guessing
Kei didn't need speed to break through anymore
He needed only belief
And he wielded it like a sword
Eyes wide open
Seeing everything
Not ahead
But behind the moment it happened
That was his new vision
Eyes that see behind