Kei crouched near the sideline tying his laces but his mind wasn't on his shoes.It was on the map unfolding in his head
Not a map of positions or passes
But of people
Of cracks
Weaknesses that had nothing to do with stats
Ren's frustration after three failed chances.Dazai's habit of overthinking when his crosses got blocked.Amano's slight limp hidden under effort
He wasn't planning to fix them
He was planning to use them
The strategy was ugly unconventional and borderline insane
But it was real
He jogged back into the pitch and called them over with a glance
"This won't be clean" he said low enough that only they heard
"We're going to use everything that's wrong with us"
They didn't nod but their eyes locked with his
Trust without understanding
The next few plays Kei deliberately fed Ren passes he'd likely mess up
And when he did
The opponents overcommitted
Dazai overhit a cross on purpose and Kei used the rebound to shift the flow
Every mistake became a trigger
Every flaw became a weapon
They looked broken
But that was the bait
By the time the other team started to adjust the trap was already closing
Because perfection was predictable
But brokenness
That was chaos
And Kei had become its master