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Beep!

The game resumed.

With the clock ticking closer to the end, both teams were desperate for the goal. Especially, the opposing side was even more desperate.

The game being played in the home ground they had to take the lead.

If they failed to take the lead here, they'd suffer in the next leg.

The chants of the opposing supporters were growing even louder with no signs of slowing down, the tension palpable in the air.

Yet despite the mounting pressure, Hiro was calm. He calmly orchestrated his plays as if unaffected by the pressure around him. He didn't look even a bit nervous. The calmness on his face was something to admire.

Even the opposing players couldn't help but take notice of it.

They had hoped for him to succumb under pressure. Thus, they intentionally targeted him. Every time, Hiro got the ball, they surrounded him and put pressure on him.

Hiro had a rather lean and athletic build. Though his muscles were visible, he didn't possess a robust body. It looked like they could easily outmaneuver him.

With that thought in mind, one of them lunged toward Hiro.

Hiro had the ball in his feet, and the eyes of the crowd converged on him. He was searching for an opening. He wasn't worried about having the ball stolen. He was confident enough to hold it.

Thus while advancing slowly, he scanned around the field.

'They're scattered everywhere,' Hiro thought as he looked around the field. Even the space he had located before had been occupied.

This made him a little bitter.

Unable to find a space, he passed the ball. The ball was returned instantly and Hiro calmly collected it. However, immediately after he collected the ball, he began to sprint.

On the periphery of his vision, he had found one of the opposing players sprinting at him.

Right at the moment, he lunged at him, Hiro fluidly twisted his body causing the other individual to miss. Then he began to sprint.

Phantom Steps!

With instant acceleration, he breezed past a few more opposing players before coming face-to-face against Amadou Haidara, one of the opposing midfielders.

In a matter of seconds, he had already traversed a huge distance. A couple of seconds earlier, he was inside his half. But now, he was already the middle third of the opposing territory.

If he managed to get past him, he would even manage to reach the defensive third.

Just watching him accelerate was enough to warn them of this impending danger called Hiro. He had baited their player into thinking he could snatch the ball from him by purposefully letting his guard down.

He possessed the speed and also the wits.

The opposing coach who had been watching the match from the sidelines couldn't help but turn solemn.

'Your acceleration alone is threatening but you're sly too,' He covered his mouth with his hand, his eyes fixed on the field.

He had hollow cheeks and deep-set grey eyes that seemed to retreat into their sockets, giving him an air of perpetual contemplation or fatigue.

His complexion was pale, almost ghostly, as though he hadn't slept in days. Sparse patches of beard clung to his jawline, uneven and unkempt, hinting at a man either too preoccupied or indifferent to his appearance.

If it weren't for the thick long black jacket he wore, he wouldn't even have any mass. The guy looked as thin as a twig.

Klaus Eisenhardt was the manager of the RB Leipzig.

It hadn't been that long since he had been appointed as their head coach. Yet, this person had transformed the club into a winning team.

Having already won the German Cup, he had built a team worth striving for the titles.

'Speed, shooting, vision, passing, and dribbling. You are a package Takahashi Hiro. Just from where did you come from?' Klaus watched Hiro with intrigue.

He also had expressed his desire to sign him after he spotted him in the World Cup. He was well aware that the competition to sign him would be fierce. Yet still, he had personally convinced the owner to raise the market price.

Yet still, when he learned that Hiro signed with some other club, he wasn't disappointed.

However, he believed that he could develop Hiro like no one else could. Under his guidance, he believed that he would create a monster out of him.

While Hiro was competing against Amadou, Klaus's interest deepened further.

'You have been polished. But you're still a diamond in the rough,' He intensified his gaze. 'Only a master craftsman is capable of polishing the best diamond. Sadly, you chose someone hot in his head instead of someone who could bring the best out of you.'

As he thought those words, he rolled his eyes to look at Diego. He stared at him with contempt.

Though Diego was a renowned manager, he hated his philosophy. He found this man nothing but shameless. He would even go to the lengths of dropping all his players to defend.

He would even settle for a draw if he found the match too difficult to win.

A shameless fool who would go to any lengths to remain afloat is what he termed Diego.

'Just why did you have to choose him of all people?' Klaus couldn't help but scoff.

Amadou was trying to overpower Hiro.

With the difference in their physique, he believed that he could easily manhandle Hiro. He was also aware he shouldn't give him the space to operate.

"Remember whenever you come up against such skilled players keep your distance as close to them as possible. Don't leave any space to operate and always maintain constant pressure on them."

Those were the words of Klaus and he had ingrained them deep in his mind. Explore more stories with My Virtual Library Empire

Right now, he was acting according to what he had been taught. To stop speedy players, you had to keep the gap close or else they'll breeze past you.

Despite maintaining constant pressure, Amadou was struggling.

He looked troubled. With his brows knitted he tried to throw Hiro away only to realize he couldn't.

'How could this be?' He wondered gnashing his teeth.