The match didn't slow down but something else did.Their analysis.The opponent's patterns grew messier less confident like the data had holes they couldn't explain
And all of it centered on Kei
He was no longer a player on the field.He was a question with no answer
Every time they tried to double-mark him he drifted away before the second man could lock on
Every time they tracked his passing rhythm he switched targets mid-motion
Even his fake-outs weren't fake-outs anymore because he didn't repeat them
Dazai ran up to him during a throw-in panting
"Bro what are you doing"
Kei's eyes didn't blink
"Giving them new homework"
The analyst in the stands looked like he was rewriting his entire script.Kei smiled but it wasn't friendly
He wanted them to know
That their notebooks were useless now
The coach of the other team stood up and started yelling instructions but the players were hesitating
Not because they were bad
Because their trust in the system was cracking
And systems like that weren't built to adapt mid-failure
They were built to dominate or collapse
Ren chipped a high ball over the defense.Kei didn't even look at the keeper.He flicked it with his heel back to Amano who volleyed it from 20 yards
Goal
The sound was thunderous
But Kei only heard silence
The silence of a system shutting down one line of code at a time
By the time the ref blew the whistle to end the half Kei walked past the analyst again
No words
Just a glance
And the fear in that glance told him everything
He wasn't just unreadable now
He was rewriting the entire game