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nBeep!

nAs the whistle sounded, finally the game concluded.

nIt was an overwhelming display of might from the Japanese side. It was a testament to the squad that the Japanese side had assembled.

nAs for Hiro’s debut, it was nothing but something straight out of a fantasy.

nA hattrick and an assist in his very first game for his national team, it was something many players could only wish to achieve. But he had made it into a reality.

nTo many opposing supporters, even the shrill sound of the whistle sounded like a sweet melody of respite. Finally, their torment had come to an end.

nThey didn’t have to see their players suffer any further.

nHowever, to many, it was a signal of their defeat. At once as they heard the sound of the whistle rage welled up inside them. Their veins bulged while their eyes became crimson with fury.

nEven though they had been venting their frustration since the moment they started losing the match they still couldn’t refrain from venting further.

nWell, after bearing such a humiliating defeat on their home turf, how could they remain silent?

nSure, the opposing side played well, and one may argue that the players had given their best. But if their best efforts brought such humiliation then what use of their efforts?

nThey might as well leave the team.

nThough they didn’t expect their team to win a major trophy they still held some expectations towards their team.

nBut today’s display was nothing but shameless.

n“Did you leave your mind somewhere? Only that would explain your lack of attention during the game,” a burly man scoffed as he couldn’t take it any further.

n“You call yourself senior players? Hmph! I bet even the under-twenty team performs better than you” another added.

nSoon others chimed in as well.

nJust from their gesture, it was clear that they were unsatisfied with their performance.

nAs for the players, they could only endure the frustration of their fans with their heads lowered in shame. After such a humiliating defeat, it was only natural for them to be treated in such a way.

nThe fans didn’t spare a shred of mercy on the players as they hauled them with indignant and slandering chants.

nBy now many fans had already left the stadium while many were preparing to leave. While the opposing players were grieving, Hiro walked towards the opposing number seven. He had a disheartened look on his face almost as if he was finding it hard to digest the defeat. By no means did he appear in the mood for a conversation.

nBut Hiro couldn’t give up either.

nSince he hadn’t heard the prompt from the system, he could only link it to the incomplete quest. Perhaps the quest hadn’t ended yet, who knows?

nConsidering his performance, under any circumstances he shouldn’t fail the quest. If he failed even after such a marvelous performance, it would only imply that the system didn’t want him to complete it.

nThere was his selfishness regarding his quest.

nBut the most important reason for his approach was because he wanted his jersey. Though the timing wasn’t suitable, he still had to try his luck. After all, how could he pass on such an opportunity?

nThen as he got to him, he put on a gentle smile. Extending a hand, he said in an amicable tone, “It’s an honor to play against you.”

nUpon seeing the extended hand, Kvicha tilted his head to turn to look at him.

nHe was seated on the ground with his head slumped. After suffering such a humiliating defeat, he couldn’t bring himself to face either his teammate or his supporters. So, right after the whistle, he got to his knees and sat on the field with a frown on his face.

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nBut seeing someone extending their hand to reach out to him, how could he ignore him?

nAlso, he couldn’t understand him well since the person was talking in English. Though he had a vague understanding of English, he couldn’t understand him well.

nJust who was it that approached him? It couldn’t be any of his teammates since the person was speaking in English. So who could it be?

nA pang of curiosity struck him as he heard him.

nThen as he lifted his head, he found the young sensation who had singlehandedly destroyed them with an amicable smile on his face.

nAt first, he found his approach quite perplexing.

nFirst, you destroy us then you act as if you’ve done nothing? Are you for real?

nIf it was someone with a quick temper, he would have already lashed out after experiencing his gesture. He might not hold any hostility but after suffering such humiliation they could only attribute his gesture as an act of mockery.

nHowever, Kvicha wasn’t such a person. So he stared at him blankly for a while before grabbing his hand and complimenting him for his marvelous display.

nIt was only the right thing to do.

n“Huff…,” releasing a short sigh, he extended his hand to grab his. Then as he picked himself up, he said politely, “The honor is all mine”

nOut of habit, he spoke in Italian leaving Hiro dumbfounded.

nIt had taken him countless hours of effort to be able to learn English. But now, he was present with another hurdle. Just speaking English wasn’t enough to converse with other players.

n‘Doesn’t most people in Europe speak English?’ He thought as he heard him.

nThough he was panicking from the inside, he maintained his calm on the outside. He couldn’t afford to show his nervousness on his face.

nIt also crossed his mind that he shouldn’t have gone out of his way to converse with him. He was ashamed of himself. In fact, he was so embarrassed that he could drown in a cup of water to hide himself from the embarrassment.

nBut seeing his unresponsive gesture, Kvicha recognized that he was having trouble responding. Yet still, since he wasn’t fluent in English, he could only try to put off the conversation with a few words he knew, “I… am sorry. But I… can’t speak English. But you…

nplayed good today”

nAh! It seems that he didn’t know how to speak in English so that’s why he responded in Italian

nbefore.

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