The ball left Kei's foot before anyone even called for it.It wasn't a through ball or a lob or a chip.It was something else
A blind arc into a pocket of space that wasn't there yet
But Ren arrived
Right on time
Not because Kei told him
But because Kei made him believe
The defenders froze.Not from fear but confusion.Their system didn't account for instinct
Kei had stopped playing against their data
He was playing against their trust in it
The ball kissed Ren's boot like it was magnetized and in one smooth motion he dragged it past the last man and slotted it low near post
2-0
But it wasn't the score that mattered
It was what came after
Silence
No shouting.No clapping.No celebration
Just silence
Because something unreal had just happened
The kind of pass that shouldn't exist unless time itself bent for it
Amano jogged up to Kei and tapped his shoulder
"You saw that two plays ago didn't you"
Kei nodded once
"I didn't see the run.I saw the belief"
He wasn't bragging
He was explaining
Because at this level sight wasn't enough
You had to feel the rhythm of a game like music
Know when the next note should hit even if no one else heard it
The opposing captain stood near the halfway line jaw tight but eyes wide
Kei glanced at him once
And in that silent look he said everything
It's not about seeing the future
It's about making the present so loud no one notices the trick
The game resumed
But the damage was done
The pass would be studied
But never truly copied
Because it wasn't born from tactics
It was born from a moment only two people believed in at the same time
And that was enough to change everything