The ball hung suspended in mid-air. Izaya watched with wide, unblinking eyes, Jiho's jaw was set tight in sheer grit, and Koujin leaned forward in burning anticipation.
Haruma balanced his weight with terrifying, agonizing slowness before launching himself into the air, twisting his body high above the pitch, throwing his entire momentum downward, snapping one leg upward in a violent, fluid whip.
The entire crowd, Keiichi, Minato, Raon, Masaru, Toru, Ayane, Haruma's mother, and the commentators, every single one of them watched with mouths agape in stunned awe.
The ball descended, and in one swift motion, time snapped back into reality as Haruma whipped his foot through the arc and struck the ball violently.
The sheer impact echoed hard across the entire field. With his jaw clenched tight, Haruma followed through with everything he had, launching an absolute rocket toward the goal.
