The inter-academy exhibition was weeks away
But Keisuke was already orchestrating chaos
Not on the pitch
But in the minds of everyone around him
Whispers floated in the cafeteria
"Did you hear he predicted the fullback's injury two days before it happened?"
"Coach changed the starting lineup after Keisuke's note
And they won 5–1
Coincidence? Yeah right"
Even players who hated him started watching his moves
From a distance
Like trying to spot a ghost in a mirror
But Keisuke wasn't just planning
He was watching
Memorizing opponent tactics
Writing sequences in his notebook
Then burning the pages
Literally
Shun walked in on him once
"Yo what the hell are you doing?"
Keisuke grinned
"If they're not smart enough to remember it
They don't deserve to read it"
Shun blinked
Backed away slowly
He'd seen weird
But this was some next-level anime villain energy
Meanwhile
Coach Matsuda kept quiet
But his eyes followed Keisuke everywhere
The way the kid drifted around drills like they were optional
Yet outperformed everyone when it mattered
At night
Keisuke would sneak onto the practice field
Not to train
But to rehearse
Movements without a ball
Silent passes
Invisible coordination
Ghost tactics
No one understood it
But they felt it
The tension
The anticipation
The academy was turning into a theater
And Keisuke had already written the script
The only problem?
No one knew if they were the hero
Or just part of his stage set
Inter-academy week was approaching
And somewhere in Osaka
Another genius was watching the footage
Not amused
But intrigued
"Number Seven huh
Let's see if your ghost can outrun mine"