624 Youngest in the history


    A deafening cheer erupted from the stands, shaking the entire stadium. Japanese fans sprang on their toes, their hands in the air. Meanwhile, on the pitch, Mitoma after scoring the goal that gave them the much-needed lead rushed to the sideline with an exhrated expression. Immediately, the other yers d in blue followed him, a wide grin stered on their faces. As for Hiro, he remained rooted at the spot from where he had delivered that striking pass. He was d that the pass connected. ''Now, we can focus on defending,'' Hiro thought while panting. While the celebration was ongoing, he nced at the sideline. There he found Nanami preparing to make a few substitutions. ''Seems like this is it for me,'' Hiro sighed, revealing a subtle grin. Hiro could tell that he was going to be reced. Even so, he didn''t feel sad about it. Rather, Hiro acknowledged Nanami''s tactical decision. Today''s game had been rather demanding and he was already drained. Soon after the celebration ended, the substitutions lined up on the sidelines while the assistant referee signaled for the substitution. When the announcement of Hiro''s substitution rang, Hiro smiled. "After delivering a goal and an assist, he finally gets substituted. What a day it has been for him. It''s like a dream debut and I''m sure he wouldn''t want to wake up from it," thementator praised Hiro as he began to walk. Suddenly, the stadium erupted in a deafening round of apuse,mending Hiro. Upon hearing the apuse, Hiro was taken aback. "What a brilliant spectacle to witness. The entire stadium is resonating with Hiro''s chants and apuse. To receive such praise in his debut, Hiro must be exhrated. Truly, a new sensation has been born today."


    Hiro swept his gaze through the stands, overwhelmed by the apuse he received. It wasn''t his first time experiencing such a moment of delight. However, to receive such appreciation in his World Cup debut, even he couldn''t help but feel overwhelmed by their warm gesture. It wasn''t only the fans who were showering him with apuse but his teammates too.


    "Good job, Hiro." n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om


    "Well yed, Hiro."


    Smiling, Hiro received their gesture of appreciation and walked off the field while pping. "Great job, Hiro. Now, leave the rest to us," Kaoru who was about to rece Hiro said. "Thank you. I''ll leave the rest to you," Hiro responded warmly before tagging for him. "You''ve yed well, Hiro," Nanami lightly nudged him before Hiro assumed his seat. While taking his seat on the reserve box, the others praised him. Hiro graciously epted their praises and settled on the box. ''So, I''ve made it to the World Cup huh?'' Hiro began to ponder while the match resumed. Despite having gone through the experience of debuting in the World Cup, Hiro couldn''t bring himself to ept the reality. It still felt like a dream for some reason. He had always dreamed of this moment. But finally, when the dream became a reality, he couldn''t bring himself to ept the reality. From a washed-up individual to a rising sensation. Hiro''s journey until this point had been nothing but a fairytale. While thinking about his journey, Hiro couldn''t help but ponder if things would have been different if he hadn''t inherited the system. Would he have been able toe this far without the system''s help?


    Beep!


    Finally, the referee sounded the final whistle. Upon hearing the sound of the final whistle, the Japanese yers began to rejoice. With a wide grin stered on their faces, they began to celebrate their victory. The reserve yers sprang onto the field in a jubnt mood. Meanwhile, the opposing yer''s expression sank. With their head hung low, they began to loiter around the pitch in search of sce.


    The ones with strong will tried tofort their fallenpatriots while their fans began to exit the pitch with dejected expressions. Luis, sidelined for injury sustained during the game limped his way to the pitch. Being the yer he was, he couldn''t afford to sit out. So, he offered what little help he could by helping tofort his defeatedpatriots. At that moment, Endo walked over to him, "Good game, Luis."


    Luis rolled his eyes to Endo, his club teammate. He knew that he wasn''t there to mock him. After all, he had known him for a while. "Yeah, you too. You all have yed well today," Luis responded. Though he appeared solemn on the outside, a feeling of guilt was gnawing at him. He wanted to apologize for the ruckus that had been caused for him earlier, but he couldn''t bring himself to apologize. He wanted to confess. However, he couldn''t bring himself to confess. So, he tucked the feeling inside and kept it to himself. Then he nced at Hiro and said, "Where did you find that guy?"


    At that moment, Hiro was surrounded by reporters vying for his attention. For his earlier performance, he received the MOTM award. Well, given the performance he had put on, it wasn''t anything surprising. However, for some reason, he looked a bit flustered. It was almost as if he was finding it troublesome to respond to the reporters. Even though he had dealt with such scenarios many times, Hiro still couldn''t get used to it. Endo chuckled, "Hahaha.... Who knows from where he emerged? But I''m d that he emerged. It would have been a great loss for football if he hadn''t emerged."


    "Yeah, I agree. But has he already signed with a club?" Luis nodded and asked. Endo shook his head, "I don''t know. But most probably he hasn''t."


    "If he continues that performance then he will surely get a ton of offers by the end of the tournament," Luis said with conviction. For a brief moment, Endo and Luis chatted, bonding over their shared interest. Meanwhile, Hiro was getting bombarded by the reporters. "How are you feeling right now after breaking the record of the youngest goal scorer in the World Cup?" asked one of the reporters. Hiro clutching onto the MOTM award, paused briefly before answering, "Did I break the record?"