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Hiro stood before the ball with his gaze fixed ahead.

A wall of players erected before him, tussling and squirming. Their gaze fixed on the ball was filled with horror and concern.

Beside him, Alvarez stood with a stance as if he were the one going to shoot.

This further confused the opposition. The distance from the goal was great. However, those who prepared to take the free kick were excellent set-piece takers.

Neither paled in comparison to the other.

This made it even more difficult to discern.

The crowd held their breath, the buzz around the venue growing weaker.

The venue pulsated with tension.

Hiro inhaled deeply, his shoulder loosening. He narrowed his eyes on the ball before exhaling. The world around him grew silent, and even the slight buzz he had been hearing turned deaf.

Alvarez sped to the ball.

He followed suit.

The opposition braced themselves for the impact, their eyes growing restless.

They stood on their toes preparing to jump.

At the same time, the opposing keeper tightened his glutes.

For a while, Hiro’s figure vanished from their sight. This further made their hearts pound. Confusion and fear clouded their vision, making it difficult for them to judge the situation accurately.

They couldn’t tell who was going to shoot.

Will it be Alvarez?

Or will it be Hiro?

Amidst their confusion, Alvarez stepped over the ball. They leaped from the ground. Even the keeper could only rely on his instincts.

The wall of players blocked his vision before him.

Relying on his instincts, he dived.

The realization of Alvarez being a decoy struck the opposing players hard. Their pupils shrunk in fear and their heart palpitated.

Even the crowd couldn’t help but grab onto their seats.

Amidst the growing panic, Hiro stood before the ball like a nightmare. His figure looked extremely intimidating.

With his legs stretched and arms flung, he steadied himself to shoot.

It looked as if he was drawing energy from the void. It looked like he was about to unleash something beyond their imagination.

Hiro had been known for his powerful shots.

Hence, watching him taking a stance while their walls were crumbling terrified the opposing supporters. Their complexions grew paler and their pupils dilated in fear.

Bam!

Hiro struck the ball hard, channeling all the force onto the ball.

The tension built up in his muscle was released in one full swing and his muscle recoiled like a coiled spring under tension.

The ball rippled before it blasted toward the post.

Some players who stood before it could feel its sensation. They could feel the wind pressure which made their hair flutter.

They could tell the ball had flown a few inches above their head.

If only they hadn’t leaped earlier, they might have blocked it. However, it was too late to regret it.

The ball curved before sailing inside the post.

The net rattled.

“GOAL!”

The crowd erupted in euphoria, their voices shaking the stadium.

The tense crowd who was on their toes flung from their seats flung from their seat to celebrate.

Celebration raged on like a wildfire engulfing the entire venue in its color.

“Goal… Takahashi Hiro blasts the ball into the post. He might have won the game with this goal.”

Upon scoring the goal, Hiro rushed to the sideline, exhilaration evident on his face. He could feel his veins pulsing with excitement.

Even Hiro who was known for his calm demeanor couldn’t help but feel excited.

He had made countless simulations. However, most of them were failed attempts.

Yet now, he had scored.

Though he had faith in himself, he couldn’t help but feel ecstatic about the outcome.

The entire bench of Athletico jumped out of their seats and rushed toward Hiro wearing a jubilant expression. This goal meant a lot to them.

Even Oblak couldn’t help but scream in excitement.

Though he had already won this cup before, he couldn’t help but resonate with the moment.

Hiro stepped onto the barricade before letting out a roar with his fist raised, “YEAH!!!”

The crowd rallied, their voices echoing throughout the stadium. The crowd buzzed with excitement.

Hiro was immediately swarmed.

On the other hand, a frustrated silence fell upon the opposing bench. The Real’s substitutes sat in their seat with their faces contorted.

Like two sides of the same coin, both grief and happiness were evident in the venue.

Hiro was thrilled and the fans were equally thrilled.

Betis already had a man down. But now with this late screamer, it was almost a near-impossible feat to recover from it.

The game was as good as over for the opposing side.

Perhaps, it was that realization that made the opposing fans even more anxious. They knew this was beyond salvation now.

In the stand, some began to shed tears of grief while some shed tears of joy.

The celebration lasted for quite a while.

“You’ve done it, Hiro.”

During the celebration, Hiro received a lot of praise. Yet, he turned a deaf ear to them. It’s not that he didn’t like to receive praise. But he couldn’t shake this feeling of exhilaration that took over him.

Just before the end of the celebration, Hiro raised his fist again pointing at the crowd before turning his back on the crowd.

Just then something exceptional took place.

The entire stadium buzzed with his name.

“HIRO! HIRO! HIRO!”

Hearing the chants, Hiro turned to look at the crowd, his eyes glistening with jubilation.

He could audibly hear their passionate cheers.

His heart swelled while his eyes sparkled. Yet he stood speechless. Then a gracious smile tugged his lips before he bowed his head to the crowd.

Even after the continuation of the game, Real Betis couldn’t find their rhythm.

Hence, the match concluded with Hiro’s late screamer.

Beep!

The shrill sound of the referee’s whistle cut through the air.

“YEAH!”

Both the crowd and the players let out an excited roar upon hearing the whistle. The entire Atletico bench rushed onto the pitch to celebrate this victory.

They were crowned the champions of the Copa Del Rey.