“I scanned them,” Kidou said, his tablet already sparking with interference. “No records. No national registry. They don’t exist in any football database.”
Endou stepped forward. “If you want a match, you’ve got one. But we play by our rules.”
In the locker room, Endou slammed his gloves against the bench. “We’re not just losing. We’re being erased.” inazuma eleven 3 amenaza del ogro
Gouenji grabbed Endou’s shoulder. “Then we don’t lose.” The second half was different. Endou abandoned the goal line and charged into midfield. “Everyone! Form Inazuma Break !”
That’s no lightning bolt, he thought.
He hurled the ball back downfield. Gouenji met it with Final Tornado , Kidou redirected it with Illusion Ball , and Endou—having sprinted the length of the pitch—volleyed it home.
“Where’s the fun in that?” Endou grinned. “I scanned them,” Kidou said, his tablet already
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