The stadium buzzed with anticipation as the clock ticked closer to kickoff. Oliver Aiku adjusted his captain’s armband with a smirk, his eyes scanning the crowd. He could hear the distant chants of fans shouting his name, their admiration fueling his already inflated confidence. But he wasn’t here to bask in the glory—well, not entirely. He was here to win.

The whistle blew, and the match began. The opposing team wasted no time, their star forward darting up the field with precision and speed. Oliver watched the play unfold like a seasoned chess master reading the board. With a quick shift in his stance, he intercepted the ball with the elegance of a dancer and the force of a hurricane.

“Not bad.” He muttered to himself, spinning on his heel to send the ball flying upfield to a teammate.