"Watching my back is the perfect opportunity to stick a knife in it."

Isagi thought to himself, the reality finally sinking in, so did his body, as he slumped on his knees in the middle of the field, his eyes wide with revelation, his pupils dialating and shaking, while the ones unafected prepared for Kaiser's penalty shot. Look at them, so full of life, their stupid faces now made Isagi feel nothing but dreary.

He finally understands. This is war, he was merely just a casualty.

He desperately tried to squeeze himself in, to make way among the bigwigs of the team, to finally get his idol to notice him, but that exact same idol who he thought he could trust spat on and buried him in the dust.

Now there he was, aggresively washing his face of the red and the tears, all the emotions he has bottled up during the remainder of the match exploded here, Bastard München won, granted, he had a spot in the U-20 World Cup, he was all set to stardom... but Isagi felt nothing. Just like how his icon, his false god, felt nothing for him.

He honestly wasn't even mad at Kaiser, or Ness anymore, they could come rot in hell with him, he realizes they were just puppets too, they probably felt the same way that he did right now. All for the sake of him.... him.... HIM. That fucking son of a bitch Noel Noa.