Haruma and Raya darted forward, kneeling beside Izaya in concern, while the referee and substitutes scrambled to drag the players apart.

Even while being pulled back, a sly smirk remained unshaken on Kazutora's face. The referee wasted no time, stepping up and flashing a yellow card directly at him.

"That's cheating! Fuckin' cheating!" Masaru yelled from the stands, his voice cracking from rage.

Toru roared above the noise, fists thrusting with rage. "What the hell, ref? That's a straight red! Are you serious!"

From the stands Isamu sat stiff, his face crossed with concern. Beside him, Hideo shook his head and muttered calmly, "This is disgraceful… professionals should never let themselves lose control like this."

Just before he could finish, Daiki shot to his feet, veins bulging in fury. "You bastards! That was a red! fuckin cheating scum!" he shouted, his voice booming with the chorus of booing fans.

Watching him, Hideo exhaled sharply, lowering his gaze, shaking his head in dismay.

Haruma and Raya were kneeling beside Izaya, who was writhing on the ground, tears streaking his face as he thrashed his body in pain.

"Shit… this is bad! bad!" Raya muttered, sweat dripping down his forehead.

Raon came sprinting over with the medics, dropping to his knees in panic, quickly holding Izaya in his arms, trying to steady him.

"Izaya! Stay still damn it, hold on!" Raon shouted, his voice cracking as Izaya's frantic movements were making it harder for the medic to check.

The medic was struggling to examine Izaya, his frantic movements making it nearly impossible. Within moments, the entire Tokyo Wolves huddled around him, their faces etched with fear.

Jiho dropped to his knees, his voice trembling as he leaned closer. "It's okay, Izaya! You'll be fine, you hear me? Stay strong, damn it! Just stay strong!" His eyes filled with tears.

The young Wolves stood frozen, their expressions heavy with tension while every gaze was locked on Izaya, their hearts pounding, while the medic fought to calm Izaya enough to provide help.

The medic shook his head in frustration. "We need to get him off the field now! It's the only way to check him properly."

Raon gave a firm nod of approval before raising his arm to call for his substitution when suddenly Izaya reached, gripping his hand halfway. Gasps rippled through the Wolves as his bloodshot eyes snapped open, burning with fury.

"I will play," Izaya growled through clenched teeth, his voice ragged with pain but unshakable.

Listening to this, a chill ran down the spines of everyone watching Izaya with wide eyes.

Raon's expression hardened, shaking his head violently. "No! I won't allow it! You're coming off and that's final!" He tried to raise his hands again but Izaya kept holding it down.

"No Roan! Please let me play! I can play, please don't send me off. I don't wanna give up, not now, not ever please!"

Haruma's eyes snapped open at Izaya's words, a shiver racing down his spine, goosebumps prickled across his skin.

Now with tears streaming down his face, Raon desperately tried to signal for a substitution, but Izaya was holding him firm, his hoarse voice pleading again and again. "Raon… please! Please!"

Around them, the young Wolves stood frozen with their throats tight, fighting back tears as they watched their teammate's struggle and passion to play.

Clenching his jaw, Haruma firmly declared "He'll play!"

The statement hung in the air, heavy and unshakable, forcing every young Wolf to fall silent, shifting their gaze on him in disbelief.

Keeping a firmly determined face, Haruma spoke up, "Raon, let him play, even if he's injured he's the best we got! Without him we can't win."

Izaya's heart skipped at Haruma's words. His chest trembled as if fighting back sobs, yet the tears poured freely down his cheeks, his gaze never leaving Haruma.

"Yes, Raon," Raya spoke firmly, stepping in. "We need him out there!"

Jiho's voice followed, loud with emotion. "Yeah! He's a fool sometimes… but he's the toughest I've ever gone up against!"

Overwhelmed by the trust pouring from his teammates, Izaya shut his eyes, letting the wave of emotion crash over him.

Raon lowered his head, breathing deeply before finally opening his eyes again, and nodding.

The medic quickly moved forward, gripping Izaya's arm as he tugged the jersey off his injured shoulder where the scratches marked the skin and a thin trail of blood running down from it. Working swiftly, the medic cleaned the wound and pressed on fresh bandages.

Izaya refused to cry this time. His jaw locked, teeth grinding, every muscle trembling under the strain, yet not a single sound slipped free from his mouth.

The medic carefully moves his shoulder, testing the joint. After a long, tense moment, he gave a decisive nod. "He's fine. He's good to go!"

A wave of relief washed over Haruma, before a smile crossed his face, rising to his feet and extending his hand. Izaya, still gritting his teeth, grasped it firmly.

Haruma pulled him back to his feet with the stadium erupting into cheers and applause thundering as the young Wolf stood tall once more.

'He will continue? Izaya back on his feet? He is continuing!'

"This shows the exact raw hunger, the burning passion these young Wolves carry, for the game, and for the trophy itself!"

From across the field Kazutora was staring with his eyes wide with disbelief, his fury smoldering like fire.

Toru stood frozen too, his wide, stunned gaze remained locked on the scene. In that instant, the memory of Haruma pulling him back to his feet during the All-School Cup ran through his mind, the same fire, the same unyielding will.

"Woo! He's back on his feet!" one of Isamu's teammates shouted, voice bursting with excitement.

Hideo nodded with a faint smile. "Well one thing's for sure, they're ready to spill blood for this game."

"That's our Wolf!" Daiki roared, adrenaline surging through his voice.

Isamu's lips curved into a warm smile as he added, "Never forget… the injured wolf is always the most dangerous."

His words drew a ripple of laughter from the team, though their eyes never left the field.

Izaya stood tall, removing his hand from his shoulder before moving it around. Besides him, Haruma was watching him with a smile until it slowly began to fade, as he drifted his gaze turning before meeting Kazutora's stare.

Kazutora was already staring at him with jaw clenched, eyes burning with seething fury. The memories of Haruma pulling Toru back on his feet, causing his defeat at All-School cup began to flash before Kazutora's eyes like a recurring nightmare.

"So… you won't let a single teammate of yours fall, huh?" he thought bitterly. His rage twisted, curling into a dark smirk. "But this time, I won't let you win Haruma. Because I'm not after your team anymore… I'm coming for your blood!"

His gaze burned with malice, dangerous and unrelenting, fixed straight at Haruma, who met the stare head-on with his own expression firm and unshaken.

A silent clash between the two of the very best grew heavier with each passing second…

As the clock was now ticking into the 40th minute of the game, Tyrants were controlling the game, playing it safe, passing neatly between themselves without taking any sort of risk.

The ball then rolled to a Tyrant's feet. He trapped it under his boot, lifting his gaze to find Itsuki a few feet ahead.

Itsuki's eyes were locked on the ball, sharp, unblinking, waiting for the slightest movement. Watching him a sly smirk spread across Tyrant's face.

Leaning slightly forward, the Tyrant muttered under his breath, "Hey… you wanna know the best part?"

Itsuki's brow tightened in irritation, but his focus never wavered, his eyes stayed locked on the ball.

The Tyrant's smirk widened. "You know," he said coolly, "sometimes, all it takes to win is… listening to your captain."

With a swift flick of his heel, The Tyrant shot the ball backward to a teammate, who with a one-touch pass, redirected it straight to Kazutora.

Itsuki's eyes widened in alarm and in an instant, he sprinted past that Tyrant, charging toward Kazutora. But Kazutora kept his advance unbothered, his movements calm and deliberate, as if Itsuki's rush didn't even exist for him.

With gritted teeth of fierce determination, Itsuki closed the distance, blocking Kazutora's path who halted his advance, trapping the ball under his feet.

Itsuki was trying hard to read Kazutora's next move, when suddenly Kazutora slightly began to dip to his left. Reading it instantly Itsuki shot his foot ahead for the tackle, but in a blur, Kazutora snapped the ball to his right, gliding past Itsuki with effortless speed and precision, leaving him spinning in his wake.

Just as Kazutora went past Itsuki, Zora came tearing in from the left side, boots grinding against the turf, grass flying everywhere, in a perfect sliding tackle. But at the very last second, Kazutora snapped the ball and himself backward with a drag causing Zora's sliding tackle to slice through the empty turf, while Kazutora, tapped the ball forward to his right, and burst past, leaving Zora behind, still twisting to recover.

But not stopping at any cost, Kabuto came tearing in from Kazutora's right, eyes blazing, teeth clenched, refusing to let him through. He slid his foot in with full force, stretching for the ball.

…but met only air.

Kazutora had already read him, shifting the ball and himself further to the left at the perfect instant, gliding past with effortless precision.

He alone destroyed the Wolves' defense, cracking it open, and in the blink of an eye, he was through.

Now just outside the box, Kazutora found his opening, a perfect line straight to the net. His eyes sharpened, a confident smirk curling across his face as he swung his leg back, aiming to unleash a powerful shot. But in a final, desperate move, Kabuto threw himself in, stretching his leg as far as it would go, blocking Kazutora's shooting line

The moment hung in the air, tension crackling like electricity.

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