Kei could feel it now.Every movement he made was being tracked not just by defenders but by something else.Something that didn't blink
He turned his head mid-play and his eyes locked with the opposing analyst sitting behind their bench.Not a coach.Not a scout.Just a kid with glasses and a tablet
But Kei felt it
The pressure of being observed dissected reconstructed
They weren't just studying his tactics anymore
They were studying him
The way his shoulders tilted before a dribble.The micro-fakes he used when scanning the field.Even his breathing patterns after a long run
It was all being fed into something
Amano shouted for a switch.Kei obeyed but slower than usual just enough to see if the analyst would react
He did
His fingers tapped the screen three times
Kei smirked
"Gotcha"
He turned the ball over on purpose
Then jogged back while watching the analyst again
No tapping this time
The analyst froze
He wasn't watching football anymore
He was watching Kei's pattern
And Kei had just broken it
Ren got the ball back in transition and Kei didn't call for it
He ran a ghost line one he never used before and Ren trusted him blindly
Through ball
Kei collected it near the edge of the box and instead of shooting he paused
Waited
Waited longer
Then passed it backward
Dazai smashed it into the net
The crowd roared
But Kei stared at the analyst
The kid looked nervous now
Because Kei wasn't predictable anymore
And nothing scared systems more than the unknown