Rain began to drizzle just as the second half started but no one on the field looked up.They couldn't afford to
Kei stood in the center of the pitch eyes unfocused but mind racing.Every pass he made in the first half was being replayed now on a screen in someone's head.Every turn every hesitation even the fakes that didn't land were part of their database now
And the worst part was he admired it
It was beautiful in a terrifying way
Across from him the opposing captain gave a small nod as if to say keep going push further
And Kei did
But he didn't push with his feet
He pushed with lies
He began passing not where the play should go but where the system wanted it to go then used the system's own analysis to build a trap.Pass after pass he fed false patterns intentionally skewed his own rhythm so slightly that it took five repetitions to notice
By the sixth the mirror copied it
And that was when Kei snapped it in half
A single outside boot pass into open space
Ren wasn't even looking but his instincts trusted it and he dashed in
Goal
The stadium didn't erupt
It held its breath
Kei walked away not celebrating
"Let them analyze that" he muttered
The opposing team looked shaken.Some began arguing.Their beautiful system had just eaten poison
And the one who served it was already planning the next dose
The rain fell harder now but Kei's eyes burned brighter
Because sometimes the sharpest weapon wasn't speed or skill
It was a lie so perfect it became truth