The wind picked up but Kei didn't notice.His world had narrowed to seconds and inches and breathing
Thinking was too slow now
He stopped doing it
No calculations no theories just sensation
His body remembered patterns his instincts read shadows not plays
It was like watching an artist paint with closed eyes
He dribbled past the first defender not because he planned it but because the grass bent wrong under the guy's step
He passed between two others not through a gap but through hesitation
And the strangest part
It worked
Amano caught the ball turned and gave Kei a half shocked look
"You're winging it" he muttered
Kei just blinked
There was no time to explain
Because the moment he tried to explain the magic would vanish
The opposing team kept pressing harder but that was their mistake
They thought genius was about thinking more
But sometimes it was the opposite
Kei let go of the need to be perfect
He chipped when he should've powered
He stopped when momentum screamed run
And by doing so
He created chaos they couldn't calculate
The goal didn't come in that play
But the silence from the opponents did
They stopped shouting they stopped coordinating
They started hesitating
Because they were facing something they couldn't predict
A genius who refused to think
Just feel