The second half began. Both teams stepped onto the field again—but this time, something felt different.
Yellow Storm wasn't holding back anymore.
Commentator:
"And we're back on the pitch! But... wait, Yellow Storm looks like an entirely different beast! Are they finally unleashing their true power?!"
Zyro stood tall, his aura calm but sharp like a blade about to strike. Behind him, Tadashi and Tatsuya cracked their knuckles. The storm had arrived.
Zyro (smirking): "They thought we were just kids... time to give them a reality check."
His teammates roared like thunder cracking the sky.
Even the quietest player, Minato, whispered:
"Y-Yeah..."
He looked drained… but deep down, a spark flickered.
Minato was just like Jim—full of potential, but crippled by self-doubt.
The ref blew the whistle.
Kickoff.
From the very first second, Yellow Storm turned into a well-oiled machine.
Zyro's Falcon. Tadashi's Snake. Tatsuya's Cerberus.
The trio awakened their sprites in perfect sync.
Their passing was razor sharp—orthodox, almost mathematical.
The ball moved like lightning between them, confusing Phantom Force's midfield.
In seconds, they reached the shooting zone.
Yuki and Tobi—the iron wall of Phantom Force—stood tall.
Commentator:
"Here comes the attack! Can the Phantom defense stop the Trio?!"
Zyro took the shot.
Yuki blocked it—with his head—but the force knocked him off balance.
Tobi lunged in for a sliding steal—but Zyro flicked the ball at the last second to Tatsuya.
Tatsuya's shot was impossible.
The ball curved like a bullet, deflecting slightly mid-air—GOAL!
Commentator (yelling):
"Goooooal!!! That was Yellow Storm's signature move—THE TRI-ATTACK! It's impossible to read, even for pros!"
Score: 2-1.
Yellow Storm celebrated like they just won the World Cup.
Volt (sarcastically):
"Bro... did we just lose the whole tournament? Why are they partying like that?"
Jim (wide-eyed): "Shut up, Volt. Did you even see that play?"
Alex (focused):
"They're synced like three brains in one body... it's not just teamwork. It's mind-reading."
Coach Tenjo stood silently, impressed but concerned.
Only 25 minutes remained.
Once again, Yellow Storm unleashed the same tactic—a mirror image of their earlier Tri-Attack.
It was unfolding exactly the same... until—
Jim's eyes flickered green.
Commentator (shocked):
"Wait… what is that glow? Jim's eyes—!"
Jim (thinking):
Tadashi's gonna pass left… Zyro cuts in from behind. I've seen this pattern. It's not magic… it's instinct.
Predator Instinct: Activated.
Jim launched into the air like a spring.
Intercepted the pass mid-air.
Crowd: "OOOOOOOOHH!!!"
He twisted mid-flight and sent an aerial lob to Volt.
Volt (grinning):
"Time to rock, baby! And thanks, Jimmy-boy!"
The stadium was losing its mind.
The ball was alive now.
Volt couldn't find an opening—so he passed to the ice-cold captain.
Alex didn't hesitate.
Blue Dragon sprite erupted from behind him.
He took a long-range shot… from midfield.
The ball dipped.
Bounced awkwardly right before the goalkeeper.
SMACK!
It smacked the keeper's face and bounced in.
Commentator (laughing):
"What kind of shot was that?! Even physics gave up trying to explain it!"
Score: 2–2.
Volt danced around, arms raised.
Jim cracked a smile.
Alex just gave a casual nod.
Alex (deadpan):
"Now who's celebrating like it's the World Cup?"
Suddenly—BOOM!
Flames erupted behind Minato.
Minato awakened his Phoenix sprite.
Zyro (grinning):
"Uh-oh... looks like Minato finally got serious.
You guys are done now."