"Bachira! meu amigo, you ready?"

"Just keep passing the ball to me, blunt bangs, that way I can score glam goals and win"

"All right!"

"Hey, let's get this over with and move on. Instant kill time."

"Understood."

"Vamos"

The red team stood across from the whites once more, with Isagi and Nagi having the reinforcement of both Chigiri and Barou. Making this rematch interesting, to say the least, and Akira couldn't wait to see how the match unfolded. But unfortunately for him, Aryu took it upon himself to delay the start just a tad more, in search of answers that he deemed important.

"I must know what conditioner you use" The glam teen asked, fiddling with a strand of Chigiri's hair who looked just as perplexed as everyone to what was going on. "Just the stuff in the communal bath, same as everyone else," The redhead said not too sure what to make of the person before him, "But your cuticles are beyond perfection, clearly your one of the precious few with natural born glam," Aryu said as he continued to play with the strand of his opponent's hair who seemed to have finally had enough.

"Don't touch the hair alright?" Chigiri declared as he whacked the black-haired player's hand away who surprisingly didn't look the slightest bit offended, "My apologies, it's beauty was beckoning me. I worship at the altar of glam, it's an honour to battle with a fellow aesthetic. Shake my hand Chigiri Hyoma" Aryu said offering his hand, which the redhead hesitantly took before saying.

"I have a feeling this is going to be a memorable game," Chigiri acknowledged the matchup between the two, knowing that he would be seeing plenty of him during the match, before counting to speak. "Aryu Jyubei, by the way, that's a real grandpa's name." Which seemed to trigger the former "How dare you! As if I wasn't already massively self-conscious about how unglam my name is, it belongs to a dusty relic like some medieval samurai. That is the only thing I have a complex about." The long-haired teen said, quickly pulling some glam poses to help himself feel better.

"Aryu, corte isso meu amigo," Akira said in a half-baked attempt to calm his teammate down, worried he would run himself ragged before the match even began though he did take slight amusement in the current situation.

"Uh hey, Isagi are these guys really as tough as you said?"

"uhu, yeah but only in football. Except for Akira though"

"All of you shut up, you better hurry and get into formation before I lose my patients" The voice of Barou said as he went to pull Aryu, who had now collapsed onto the ground in a glam fashion up. But Akira got in the way, "Acalme-se por favor, Barou" and at that moment the two of them knew that they would be the next match-up of the game, making it difficult for both parties involved as they knew neither one was going to back down. However, the red-eyed teen was content with the match-up as it would give him an opportunity to prove to Akira that he was worthy, of being his king.

"Nagi, we'll have you switch positions with Barou- you good?" Isagi asked looking to the white-haired teen who was zoned out, "Before we start, I have my own request. If I don't do what I find exciting, then leaving Reo behind was pointless." Nagi said eyes fixated on the one he wanted to be paired up with, paying no attention to the look of sadness that flashed across Akira's face at the news that his friend had been left behind.

"Number one, I want to battle him. Yeah, otherwise I won't get stronger." With that it was settled Nagi would go head to head with Rin in the match, and Isagi allowed it. "He's all yours, but if it turns out he's too much for you I'll annihilate him myself." That wasn't a threat from the blue-eyed teen, it was a promise as revenge was the only thing on his mind. "Now that's sorted, let's go Bachira." Now with the final match-up set they were ready to get underway, as both teams took their starting position all that was left was for the whistle to blow.

And when it did both teams flooded forward to meet each other, with the Reds in possession. Rin quickly passed to Bachira who was ready and waiting to run head-on at Isagi, looking to shake him with his quick dribbling. But his old tricks seemed to have lost their effect, as everything the dual-coloured teen threw at him he took with zero difficulty.

"Go ahead Bachira try and run past" The blue-eyed teen challenged, daring him to take it down his side. But Bachira did quite the opposite and instead went to run down Nagi's side, but quickly found out that may have not been the best play. "I figured you would, I'll be taking that from you Bangs Boy" Now here the dual-coloured teen was, with Barou and Isagi doubling up on him from either side leaving him no other choice but to pass.

"Akira!" But Bachira's pass never got anywhere near the curly-haired boy as Isagi made sure to intercept it knowing how formidable the bronzed teen was in fighting off an attempt to take the ball. "Hey, that was mine! Move you bastard!" Barou yelled fuming that the ball hadn't fallen to him. "How was I supposed to predict that was their play," the yellow-eyed teen asked himself as he watched the white team in awe, they really had improved.

"agora isso está ficando interessante" Akira mumbled as he watched the play unfold running to cover Nagi but it was already too late. "Float one right over here" the white-haired teen yelled to which Isagi merely nodded knowing exactly where his teammate wanted the ball. With Nagi now in possession, he had the problem of Rin who had expertly positioned himself, in a way that made shooting for the white-haired teen impossible so he did the next best thing.

Passing the ball horizontally and leaving it to Chigiri who was already on his way into receive along with Rin and Aryu, but the redhead knew he could beat the pair to it. He was faster after all, and he did just that. "Wow, when did these guys get so good" Bachira asked no one in particular, as he stood dumbfounded watching from a front-row seat as this all unfolded.

Team Red 0 - 1 Team White

"Yes!"

"Nice going!"

"Hell yeah!"

"Olá egoístas, estive esperando por vocês" Akira mumbled his eyes blown wide and pupils dilated from the rush, this was gonna be fun. "They improved no?" The curly-haired boy asked, looking to Aryu "My bloods ice cold, so's my glam" which the golden-eyed teen took as a 'yes, they have improved'

The whistle blew and Bachira once again had the ball, "Let's do this Isagi, I won't make it easy this time." Running forward the dual-coloured teen made sure to keep his eye on both Isagi, Barou, and the ball all while keeping his dribbling as smooth as silk. But Isagi couldn't do the same as his attention turned to Aryu who was making a run down the wing, he almost followed but decided to leave it to Chigiri.

"Hey, Bangs boy!" Barou yelled distracting Bachira for long enough to slow him down, allowing the blue-eyed teen a chance to swoop in and steal the ball. But just as Isagi thought he had it, a no-look pass forward from the yellow-eyed teen left him dumbfounded.

"You better get there first missy" Barou shouted, but to no avail, as Aryu's long limbs got there first. "those legs of yours ought to be outlawed!" Chigiri yelled frustrated he had been beaten to it. "You jealous? This air space belongs to me, earth dweller. I simply choose my moment a release, before you catch up" With that the glam teen wasted no time in curling the ball towards Akira who was running down the centre of the pitch with Barou in tow.

"Got it!"

"No, you don't"

Akira knew he couldn't take a shot with the red-eyed teen sticking to him like white on rice, so he held him off for enough time to get a one-touch pass away. The ball fell in the path of Rin, who was well within his shooting range and was ready and waiting to take a crack on goal.

"You forget about me?" Nagi asked as he went to defend, shocked that it looked as if Rin was going to take a shot even with him standing in the way. "You just going to blast it?" He questioned, sliding in to steal the ball. But it was a trap, a well-timed fake out that left Rin undefended though not for long. As Isagi promptly took on the role of marking the Itoshi from his teammate.

"Great defence, Isagi. Now let's box him in!"

"Nice, Chigiri"

Now two on one the White Team thought they had the advantage, but that was far from it as Bachira and Akira decided to flood forward turning the numbers game against them. "This guy is the definition of greedy he's going to shoot it" Chigiri yelled as they watched Rin attempt to shoot again, instead of passing to Akira or Bachira who were in far better positions. "No, he's not, he won't get past me!" Isagi yelled as he watched the Itoshi outwit his redhead teammate, leaving him as the last line of defence.

But it was no use as Rin jumped over avoiding Isagi's slide tackle, leaving him with a perfectly clear path to score from. "So you finally learned how to use your eyes, it doesn't matter though. If you play football that half-baked, you're never going to make mine or Akira's heart race" With that they were levelled.

Team Red 1 - 1 Team White

"Wow, can we even stop him? God damn"

"It's still tied one, keep it up"

"Our attack against them works"

"It's time counter"

"Bom trabalho! Agora vamos continuar assim"

The game was resumed and the whites had possession with Nagi passing to Chigiri from the jump allowing him to take the ball further into enemy territory. With Nagi and Isagi both free and with only Bachira there to cover, the blue-eyed boy quickly snuck through a blind spot and into open space. The redhead quickly noticed and sent the ball in his direction, expecting him to finish the job.

But Rin once again interfered, plucking the ball out of the air his calculations accounting for every move the opposition could possibly make. Leaving Isagi in a hopeless situation as he was no match for the younger Itoshi's speed. Before the teal-eyed teen could go any further he was covered off by both Nagi and Barou, leaving him no other option but to pass.

"You pass me? meu amigo, what's the plan?"

"Take it pretty boy straight to the goal"

"Vou fazer um melhor que esse"

Without even thinking Akira struck the ball, leaving everyone speechless. He was fifty-eight metres away from the goal, there was no way it was hitting the back of the net. But it seemed as if this match was becoming the match of miracles.

Team Red 2 - 1 Team White