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Intro. That morning, Kaito—a perfectly ordinary high school kid with a life defined by video games, comic books, and pointless discussions about fictional football—was walking absentmindedly on his way to school. He thought, as always: "If football had powers, the world would be more interesting." The universe, clearly, decided to take it personally. BAM! A screeching of brakes. A dry impact. An impossible whistle, as if someone had marked a lack of reality. White. When he opened his eyes, the first thing he felt was cold grass against his cheek. —... This is not asphalt. He sat up slowly. A perfect field. Newly marked lines. A sky too blue to be honest. —... No. In the distance, someone shouted with dangerous enthusiasm: "SPECIAL TECHNIQUE!" The wind responded. Kaito closed his eyes. "No."No, no, no. "This is Inazuma Eleven. He opened them. It was still there. He looked at his hands. Small. —... No. He looked at his legs. Short. —... No. He ran to a reflective surface

Inazuma Eleven

@Hikari