Chapter 702: Shun''s future


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    The opposing yer felt confused. He couldn''t tell the direction. It felt as if he was getting devoured by ayer of pitch-ck darkness.


    He nced at the goalkeeper''s eyes.


    He couldn''t even spot a radiance of warmth in those eyes. It felt like peeking into an endless void with nothing in sight.


    His face was devoid of any emotions, and he seemed awfully calm.


    ''What''s with this guy?'' The opposing yer couldn''t figure out what was going on inside the keeper''s head.


    However, he could tell one thing- he couldn''t beat Shun.


    Thus, he rolled his eyes around him in search of his teammates. Having advanced together, he didn''t take long to find support.


    Immediately after he spotted support, he passed the ball.


    Shun, however, had been waiting for this moment. Hence, immediately after he noticed the pass, Shun changed his direction.


    Upon receiving the pass, the opponent shot the ball.


    The ball sailed straight to the post. However, Shun managed to deflect the shot. With his outstretched reach, he managed to stop the shot.


    The ball, however, bounced forward.


    The crowd rejoiced for a mere moment. However, the smile on their face didn''tst long. It faded almost immediately after it formed.


    After the deflection, the ball bounced before Braga''s defender. However, it was immediately stolen afterward while he tried to clear the ball away.


    This time, even Shun couldn''t stop the shot.


    "Goal..."


    The stadium erupted in cheers as Sporting took the lead.


    Devastated, Shun punched the ground. He had tried his best. Yet, he couldn''t manage to save the goal. He felt furious at himself.


    ''Why? Why?'' He questioned himself.


    Just a few seasons earlier, he was regarded as one of the rising stars in Japanese football. But now, he felt like he was a shadow of his former self.


    Despite being outnumbered, he had managed to defend the post. However, he conceded nheless in the rebound. Just why wasn''t he able to stop it?


    Just why was his form deteriorating?


    Shun couldn''t understand why he was failing.


    "I knew it. He wouldn''t be able to save."


    "Just what are we even hoping from him?"


    "It''s clear, hecks experience."


    "It would have been better if we had signed an experienced keeper."


    The reaction of the crowd was rather extreme. They pinned the me on Shun, making him the scapegoat. To them, it felt more reasonable to me one person than the entire team.


    "For a moment, I got my hopes high for nothing."


    Shun knew he was struggling. Perhaps, he had decided rashly. After experiencing thenguage barrier, he even reevaluated his decision to join the Portuguese club.


    Having transferred in a hurry, he didn''t heed the advice of his friends to learn thenguage beforehand. He hoped to learn thenguage as he yed.


    "We can talk with the ball," He said to the advice of learning thenguage beforehand.


    However, only after experiencing the difficulties of thenguage barrier did he understand how important it was to learn thenguage.


    Beep!


    The game ended with the referee''s whistle.


    After the referee''s whistle, the yers began to head inside. Meanwhile, most of the fans had already exited the pitch even before the full-time whistle.


    One could spot patches of vacant spots in the stadium. The opposing fans still lingered in the stadium. However, the fans of Braga had already left the venue.@@novelbin@@


    Well, it was their 13th loss of the season.


    Their tragedy had begun after the injury of their first-choice keeper. They couldn''t evenin about the losses because the team yed well, losing the match barely by a margin.


    Pinning the me on the young Asian keeper was the easiest route for them to cope with their losses. The young keeper also didn''t seem to fight back. It made it even more convenient for them to pin the me on him.


    Without even speaking a word to Shun, the others began to retreat.


    While collecting himself, Shun nced at the scoreboard, "Sporting: 2 vs Braga: 1"


    They had lost the game by a goal again. The scoresheet stung his heart. He wasn''t even bothered by the treatment of those around him.


    To him, the others were like flowing water, drifting past him.


    Unbothered by the treatment of his teammates, Shun nced at the sky. Though his face appeared devoid of emotion, his eyes were rather moist.


    He slowly closed his eyes as he began to remember his teammates from Kawasaki.


    ''Did I make a mistakeing here?''


    For a while, he stood there on the pitch with his eyes closed. Then he slowly opened his eyes and gazed at the entrance of the tunnel.


    His teammates were already exiting the pitch and it seemed like nobody cared about him.


    He could see their sunken expression. The aura of defeat loomed all over them. The defeated look on their faces made him ufortable.


    ''Am I dragging the team back?'' He couldn''t help but doubt.


    While exiting the pitch, Shun heard a familiar voice. Upon turning to find the person, he found the manager of the club waiting for him.


    Frowning, he stood in the hallway.


    From the looks of it, he appeared to be waiting for him.


    Shun could tell about the reason he had been standing there. He didn''t need to be reminded about the consequences he''d be facing after that disastrous performance earlier in the match.


    The manager trod toward him.


    "Let''s talk," he said staring pitifully at him, cing his hand atop his shoulder.


    Shun nodded and the two stepped aside.


    "We are putting you on the transfer list," the manager said without beating around the bush.


    Even though Shun was aware of his straightforward personality, he couldn''t help but feel dejected hearing those words from him.


    "I can bench you. But I doubt you''ll be happy about it. So, we are loaning you with an option to buy. I''m sure you''ll understand this decision, right?" the manager continued.


    Shun could only nod his head. If the club had given up on him then there was only so much he could do. And as told by him, he wouldn''t want to be put on the bench either.


    He wanted to y.


    Though he was d that the club was willing to part ways with him, he couldn''t help but feel


    sad hearing their decision.


    The club''s decision meant that his performance at the club had been nothing but


    unsatisfactory.


    Even just thinking about it, he couldn''t help but feel frustrated at himself. He didn''t me


    the coaches. Neither did he me his teammates.


    The only one he med was himself for not ying well.