I have an unlimited number of shikigami

She also had a lot of confidence in Fujiwara Rin.

This student is not only handsome and academically excellent, but also has outstanding athletic talent; he's practically the perfect partner.

“That’s right!” a girl chimed in. “Fujiwara-kun is definitely being framed. How could he be a scumbag? If you ask me, he only likes Hoshimi-senpai.”

"Yes, yes, they look very well-matched standing together, and they are always seen together."

"But didn't he take Kasahara-san's socks?"

"There must be a reason!"

"I guess he's after the money."

"..." Fujiwara Izaya looked at the girl who said the last sentence and wondered if she had mind-reading abilities.

After the self-study period ended, the students in the class went to the locker room to change into their sportswear. Haruka Chika, walking beside Izaya Fujiwara in high heels, gave him a fist bump: "Good luck! You're the teacher's favorite student, so don't let your love life affect your college entrance exams."

Hey!

A young and beautiful female teacher tempting students like this is bound to cause serious trouble.

"Don't worry!" Fujiwara Izaya nodded vigorously. "As a student the teacher likes, I will do my best..."

Before he could finish speaking, Haruka Chika gently tapped his head: "Correction! Don't speak in ambiguous terms, and don't use suggestive language to tease the teacher, or the teacher will invite you to the principal's office!"

"Didn't the teacher just say she liked me?" Fujiwara Izaya rubbed his forehead where he had been tapped.

"..." The inexperienced teacher, Haruka Chika, blushed slightly at these words and waved her hands, explaining, "The teacher likes every student, you're just a little special, so I favor you a bit more... Ah, well, it's just teacher-student affection, you shouldn't... Ugh, what am I saying..."

Coincidentally, Hoshimi Rinko was also in gym class.

As she passed by the two, she overheard the female teacher's words, glanced at Fujiwara Izaya with utter contempt, and left with a soft snort.

A junior who doesn't even spare the teachers!

Ah!

Absolutely rubbish!

The summer sun illuminated the senior's black hair, her perfectly swaying slender waist, her gently swaying pleated skirt, and her straight legs encased in black stockings... Fujiwara Izaya suddenly snapped out of his reverie.

and many more!

What was with that look she gave me just now?

Could it be a misunderstanding...?

“Teacher…” Fujiwara Izaya looked at his homeroom teacher with a wronged expression, “You have ruined my and my senior’s future with your own words.”

"Waaaah, I'm so sorry!"

Haruka Chika's face flushed instantly, and she bowed deeply to her favorite student.

Apologizing usually involves showing your panties… Fujiwara Izaya thought, he should take this opportunity to threaten her. But the teacher didn't give him the chance, covering her face and running back to the office.

※※※※※

In the height of summer, the sun is scorching, and amidst the sweltering heat, the sound of cicadas fills the air.

"Go for it, Fujiwara!"

The girls cheered for Fujiwara Izaya's team, who were wearing white jerseys.

"Go, Ikeda, Yamato, Sasaki..." The boys who weren't playing cheered in unison for the team wearing black jerseys. Because the cheers weren't for the same team, their cheers were sparse and not nearly as energetic as the girls'.

On one side of the stands, Hoshimi Rinko, who had left her class, found a spot that offered a panoramic view of the entire stadium and was bathed in sunlight. Just as she sat down, she heard light footsteps from the other side.

I turned my head to look.

Kasahara Asuka and three other girls dressed in sportswear also slipped onto the stands.

The two beautiful girls exchanged glances, and the already sweltering summer heat intensified, causing the temperature to rise further.

The clear blue sky and the cheers of the crowds echoed over the school walls. A few crows perched on the wire mesh of the tennis court, looking towards the court alongside the spectators.

With the whistle of the PE teacher, the competition officially began.

The teammate who kicked off from the center circle kicked the ball out, and Fujiwara Rinya stopped the ball.

He looked at the four opposing defenders.

"I will lead the charge!"

Immediately after the opening, Fujiwara Izaya shouted a slogan and decisively led his team to run towards the opponent's backcourt.

"You absolutely cannot win, give up!" Ikeda Seiji blocked his way, slightly bending over and lowering his center of gravity, cutting off his path.

Fujiwara Izaya flicked the ball with his toe, sending it through his legs. At the same time, he nimbly turned, brushing past Ikeda Seiji's shoulder, and continued dribbling forward.

"Stop him!" Ikeda Seiji shouted.

As Fujiwara Izaya sprinted forward, he spotted six classmates in black jerseys rapidly retreating to defend, quickly blocking the path in front of the penalty area.

You can get a one-stop service.

But it is not necessary.

Fujiwara Rinya has even cooler ways of scoring goals.

Approaching the edge of the penalty area, he shouted "Takamatsu" and immediately passed the ball to the unmanned left flank.

The white team's left winger made a run forward, received the ball, and dribbled quickly towards the byline. Because Fujiwara Rin had drawn almost all of the black team's defenders' attention, there was now a wide-open no-man's-land in front of him.

"What are you doing!" the black team's goalkeeper roared. "Who's the right-back? Hurry up and cover for him!"

The black team's right-back hurriedly stepped forward to cover, but by then, the white team player had already taken a shot.

"boom--"

The grass blades swayed gently.

With a dull thud, the football soared into the azure summer sky, precisely lofting into the penalty area.

Fujiwara Rinya, who had broken into the opponent's penalty area early on, leaped high backwards and hooked the ball into the net.

"..."

The Black team's goalkeeper didn't even have time to react to the save.

'Fujiwara——'

The female students watching from the sidelines cheered immediately.

"Fujiwara is amazing!" The white team's classmates also surrounded Fujiwara Izaya to celebrate the goal.

The Black Team members didn't lose heart. Instead, they gathered together and shouted, "The counterattack starts now!"

Despite the scorching sun, the atmosphere on the field was still electric. When it was the Black Team's turn to kick off, Ikeda Seiji slapped his thigh hard and complained to Fujiwara Izaya, "They actually scored with a bicycle kick! Fujiwara, you're such a show-off!"

"Basic stuff, basic stuff!" Fujiwara Rinya grinned broadly.

Seiji Ikeda glanced at the stands and whispered, "Give me a chance to shine!"

Fujiwara Izaya glanced towards the stands and spotted his senior and junior classmates. He waved from afar and blew them a kiss.

Hoshimi Rinko crossed her arms, her gaze icy, clearly displeased with his frivolous behavior. Kasahara Asuka, who was still angry with her senior, glanced at the defeated senior and immediately smiled and blew a kiss back to her senior.

"Wow--"

The girls were in an uproar.

The game continued, and a jet plane seemed to be making quite a fuss as it slowly flew over the school buildings, leaving a bright contrail.

The ball was kicked out, and Ikeda Seiji received it, advancing all the way under the close marking of Fujiwara Izaya.

"The real competition is just beginning!"

"Want to score? You'll have to get past me first!"

"I will play football with everything I have!"

"ShowTime!"

Seiji Ikeda almost lost the ball because of a mishap.

"Don't mess with me, that line doesn't exist in Captain Tsubasa!"

"Oh, you're talking about Captain Tsubasa."

"?"

"I thought you were having a fit of chuunibyou (middle school syndrome)."

"Shut up! You're not a qualified football player at all. Let me teach you what it means to play football!" With that, Ikeda Seiji angrily kicked the ball to the wing.

Then, he quickly made a diagonal run into the penalty area to receive a cutback pass from his teammate who had come down the wing.

To give his best friend a chance to impress his childhood friend, Fujiwara Izaya deliberately lagged behind, following along leisurely.

The football spun as it was lofted into the penalty area. Ikeda Seiji controlled the ball beautifully with his chest, bringing it to a steady stop. Before the white team's defender could arrive to cover, he swung his foot and kicked the ball.

"Ultimate Move: Thunder Beast Shot—"

"boom--"

The football soared high into the sky, reaching for the blue.

A beautiful anti-aircraft gun was born...

Despite the scorching 34-degree heat, the boys and girls were laughing together.

"Damn it!" Ikeda Seiji slapped his head hard.

"Good luck!" Fujiwara Izaya comforted him. "According to the principles of the *Captain Tsubasa* manga, to unleash the Thunder Beast Shot, you must first forcefully rub the ground with your toes to leverage the force and trigger a leverage effect, multiplying the power of the shot and giving it an upward arc. When you've mastered it, a single shot can summon lightning! Your divine skill is complete; you can now go to the battlefield… oh no, I mean, go to the pitch and challenge the opponent's defense to a one-on-one duel!"

"I'm going to guard you one-on-one!" Ikeda Seiji was determined to avenge his previous defeat.

"Okay."

Fujiwara Izaya readily agreed.

After the ball was kicked off, facing Ikeda Seiji's defense, he easily beat the young monk with a skillful rainbow flick. Unfortunately, when he passed the ball to his teammate for a shot, the angle wasn't right, and it was easily caught by the Black team's goalkeeper.

After the black team's goalkeeper passed the ball around, it reached Ikeda Seiji in the center circle after a few passes. Fujiwara Rinya stood in front of him, making a show of defending.

He wasn't serious; the young monk also wanted to show off.

"Hey, Fujiwara, how's my rainbow flick?"