Blue Dream Trail (Soccer) - Episode 6

A few weeks after returning from the U-18 training camp.

Ren was called up to the JFA elite training camp.

The “strongest teenage talents” were selected from all over the country.

Among them, there was one player who seemed to have a different vibe.

“Are you the ‘thinker’?”

The boy’s name is Hayato Onizuka.

He is a “bad boy” known for his overwhelming individual ability to break through and his rabid dog-like nature that doesn’t get close to anyone.

During the Red vs. White game on the first day, as Ren went into defense, Onizuka said provocatively.

“If you can stop it, why not?”

The next moment, Onizuka forced his way through with his speed and physicality.

Ren read the situation and took a step ahead, but he lost his balance slightly and was blown away.

“This is real football, my boy.”

However, Ren’s eyes were smiling.

(I see. So you’re the “opposite” man.)

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※From Hayato Onizuka’s point of view

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Somehow, the atmosphere today seems boring.

Just like always, he dribbles past the ball.

I can sense the feints and kicks, it’s all there.

He never stops, no matter who he’s up against. That’s why it’s boring.

–That’s what I thought.

The guy who stood in front of me during the Red vs. White game.

Her hair was wet, and her expression was blank. It was impossible to read what she was thinking.

What was his name again?

“If you can stop it, why not?”

It was I who said that.

But… something about his eyes was smiling.

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The moment he got the ball,

He moved just one step ahead of me.

It’s impossible. It’s my first time seeing him, and he doesn’t even have that much physical ability.

Can you get that position just by reading the book?

I quickly pushed him with my shoulder and blew him away.

He used his body to overpower him. It was a hit.

…But why do I feel so unsettled?

(Oh, maybe it just missed the mark.)

I remember his name.

–Ren. What is that? Is it grass?

However, on the pitch, he was the kind of guy who “sees everything.”

I don’t know what he’s thinking or what he’s looking at.

But I don’t dislike those kinds of people.

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Even after the game was over, I couldn’t get him out of my head.

The others just brushed it off, saying things like, “Who’s that?” and “He’s pretty tasty despite being so skinny.”

But I was the only one who knew.

(He’s not looking at the “now”, but the “future”)

It’s annoying. But I want to see him again.

Now it’s my turn to shake those eyes.