Not yeERROR E̶r̷r̷o̷r̸ ̴ i̸n̷v̴a̸l̶i̶d̶ ̵1̶|\|̸|>̶|_|̷7̴1̶͚̑|\|̸͉̂\/̸̦͐4̵̞͐̍̕͝|_̵̡̇̿̐̿̏1̸̝̟̘̏́ ̴̙̮̉ẽ̵̫̫̳͌̀̄r̵͇͇͓̤̝̿̊̿r̵͕̋̿͒r̶̘͓̓̕͘ ̷͓̫̪͖̅̿̋̄̅͛̓ͅ3̵̛̰̈́͒.-̴̡̹͇̜͙̩̹̥̀͑̑͋̾͜.-̷̡̨̝͖̺̩̠͙̹̤͈͈̦͛̃͌͜ͅ.-̴̢̛̙̩͓̘̦̻̖͓̊̒̈́70̷̧̛͇̹̫̭̼͈̤̳̤͉̘̝̜͈̳̗͍̟̆̄̑͌͑̋͆̂̓̐̽͑͑̑̏̓̋͗͆̏̂̊͋̓̒̃̔͒̾́̽̿0̵̨̯͚̭̞̞̯̯̠͍̣̘͓̗̬̓̓̽͐Ι͍̘̫̜̤̹͖͜ͅͅ0̶̭̩̟͍̬̱͚͚̜͍̉͂̂͋͐͗̿͒̑̅̄͗̐̋̏̄́̂̚͝͝ͅ0̶̨̛̙̘̫̰̹̝̥̮̖͔̠̖͖̺̠͖̺̼͍̳̏̈́͌͗́͊̇̂̃̋̅̊̃͐̃͒̀͐͘̕͘̚͝͝͠͝0̶̨̛̦̥͓̤̙͔̜͎̗͈̟̖̞̬͇̞͔̮̱̤̞̤̳͓̠͙̫̮̘̮̱̳̬̅͋̐̔̓̂́̓̉̋̒̀̅͗͑̏̚̚̚͜͝͝0̴̨̡̛̬͇͎͍͚͎͓̜̬̲̪͇̦͖̱̺̗̣̠̞̅̋̓̉͌̇̾̑̀͋̈́̍̋̋͂͊̽͑̿͐̓̓̈́͗͘̚͠ͅͅ9̵̨̢͍̜̗̘̝͈̰̘̝̠̞̳̲̑̽͒̊̈́͋̏̔̃̐̎̎̀͑̈́̽͛̚̕ͅ
[His team arranges themselves out on the field, confident, ready... perfect. But Kidou's not watching from their center like he should be. The number 10 jersey is hollow this time, with him forced out on the sidelines. His ankle still twinges a little, but only when he puts his weight on it completely; regardless of this, Kidou's standing on the sidelines, just outside of the field. Out there, Teikoku fights. Without him.
The whistle blows. Zeus takes possession of the ball. Their team surges forward with unreal agility, leaving his team behind and ruining them when they close anyway. Hissatsu after hissatsu causes a relentless assault - Sakiyama, Jimon, Sakuma, Henmi - they're nothing in its wake. Midfield is flattened within seconds. Before Kidou's horrified eyes, his entire team is destroyed. With a flurry of wings, Zeus' nightmare forward takes to the skies, and yet again rains death down on Teikoku's goal.
It's over within minutes. Teikoku's goal is a deep gash into the ground, fire pooling as molten rock as it settles. Genda isn't moving. No one is. Not one single member of Teikoku is left standing... except for him.
And all Kidou could do is watch it happen.]
It can't be... It just can't be! Was it because I wasn't there, that they're all... I can't stand seeing this!
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i̸n̷v̴a̸l̶i̶d̶ ̵1̶|\|̸|>̶|_|̷7̴1̶͚̑|\|̸͉̂\/̸̦͐4̵̞͐̍̕͝|_̵̡̇̿̐̿̏1̸̝̟̘̏́ ̴̙̮̉ẽ̵̫̫̳͌̀̄r̵͇͇͓̤̝̿̊̿r̵͕̋̿͒r̶̘͓̓̕͘ ̷͓̫̪͖̅̿̋̄̅͛̓ͅ3̵̛̰̈́͒.-̴̡̹͇̜͙̩̹̥̀͑̑͋̾͜.-̷̡̨̝͖̺̩̠͙̹̤͈͈̦͛̃͌͜ͅ.-̴̢̛̙̩͓̘̦̻̖͓̊̒̈́70̷̧̛͇̹̫̭̼͈̤̳̤͉̘̝̜͈̳̗͍̟̆̄̑͌͑̋͆̂̓̐̽͑͑̑̏̓̋͗͆̏̂̊͋̓̒̃̔͒̾́̽̿0̵̨̯͚̭̞̞̯̯̠͍̣̘͓̗̬̓̓̽͐Ι͍̘̫̜̤̹͖͜ͅͅ0̶̭̩̟͍̬̱͚͚̜͍̉͂̂͋͐͗̿͒̑̅̄͗̐̋̏̄́̂̚͝͝ͅ0̶̨̛̙̘̫̰̹̝̥̮̖͔̠̖͖̺̠͖̺̼͍̳̏̈́͌͗́͊̇̂̃̋̅̊̃͐̃͒̀͐͘̕͘̚͝͝͠͝0̶̨̛̦̥͓̤̙͔̜͎̗͈̟̖̞̬͇̞͔̮̱̤̞̤̳͓̠͙̫̮̘̮̱̳̬̅͋̐̔̓̂́̓̉̋̒̀̅͗͑̏̚̚̚͜͝͝0̴̨̡̛̬͇͎͍͚͎͓̜̬̲̪͇̦͖̱̺̗̣̠̞̅̋̓̉͌̇̾̑̀͋̈́̍̋̋͂͊̽͑̿͐̓̓̈́͗͘̚͠ͅͅ9̵̨̢͍̜̗̘̝͈̰̘̝̠̞̳̲̑̽͒̊̈́͋̏̔̃̐̎̎̀͑̈́̽͛̚̕ͅ
[His team arranges themselves out on the field, confident, ready... perfect. But Kidou's not watching from their center like he should be. The number 10 jersey is hollow this time, with him forced out on the sidelines. His ankle still twinges a little, but only when he puts his weight on it completely; regardless of this, Kidou's standing on the sidelines, just outside of the field. Out there, Teikoku fights. Without him.
The whistle blows. Zeus takes possession of the ball. Their team surges forward with unreal agility, leaving his team behind and ruining them when they close anyway. Hissatsu after hissatsu causes a relentless assault - Sakiyama, Jimon, Sakuma, Henmi - they're nothing in its wake. Midfield is flattened within seconds. Before Kidou's horrified eyes, his entire team is destroyed. With a flurry of wings, Zeus' nightmare forward takes to the skies, and yet again rains death down on Teikoku's goal.
It's over within minutes. Teikoku's goal is a deep gash into the ground, fire pooling as molten rock as it settles. Genda isn't moving. No one is. Not one single member of Teikoku is left standing... except for him.
And all Kidou could do is watch it happen.]
It can't be... It just can't be! Was it because I wasn't there, that they're all... I can't stand seeing this!