And right next to him, Rick looked even more dumbfounded.

……

After the second player moved toward the center, he passed the ball back to the third player who was supporting him.

The third player was facing in the direction of Logan Grant. He saw that Logan Grant had already appeared behind the second player, just now blocked by the second player, with only a bit of hair on his forehead sticking out.

So he passed the ball diagonally.

Oh no, it seems the pass was a bit too strong, and the timing was a bit too early...

As soon as he passed, he realized he had made a mistake.

But whatever, no one would really expect that guy in the red vest to actually catch the ball...

He quickly comforted himself with that thought.

……

"Passed too early." Maurice, who had been watching from the side, couldn't help but frown at this scene.

Damn it, passed too early!

Gordon held his head in his hands, cursing in his heart.

Passing too early makes it even harder to catch! Bastard, that kid must have done it on purpose!

The silvery-white soccer ball flew above the deep green turf. Since it didn't have to constantly rub against the grass, it moved very fast. From above, it looked like a silver streak slicing through the green earth.

A pass that fast is really hard to catch up to, right?

No... that's not right!

What is this?

"Huh?" Maurice let out a slight gasp of surprise.

Gordon, who had been holding his head in his hands, also stopped tugging at his hair and just stared blankly at the training field.

……

Logan Grant's bare feet gripped the ground tightly as they landed, toes digging in like iron plows, clutching the turf. And when his legs swung back, his toes spread out, and the turf he had gripped was ripped up, roots and all!

His legs moved at a rapid pace, and with each stride, turf and soil were constantly being turned up, just like a tank charging forward at high speed.

He had to catch up to the ball!

He had to pass the trial!

He had to make money in Brazil!

If things don't go well, I'm not going back!

But... huh?

Where's the ball?

Logan Grant suddenly realized he was so focused on running that he hadn't seen the ball!

Where was the ball?

Logan Grant kept running while looking back. He saw the silvery-white ball streak past behind him, then disappear from his view...

He turned his head the other way, and saw the ball had just flown past the sideline.

What... happened?

How could the ball be behind me?

He realized he hadn't caught the ball again, and finally stopped.

He spread his hands and called out to Gordon from a distance: "Did I run too fast, Gordon?" His tone was confused, with a hint of nervousness at having made a mistake.

But Gordon didn't answer him, nor did anyone else.

Suddenly, the training field and the sidelines fell completely silent.

The training ball that had been stepped on was now rolling off to the side; the cards and pens that fans had been holding, waiting for their favorite players to sign after practice, had somehow fallen to the ground and were now covered in dust; the whistle that Warren had been holding in his mouth slipped out and hung down to his chest, no longer swinging, clearly having been hanging there for a while...

Lucas Sutton, Rick and the other youth team players, the dozens of fans watching the training, coach Warren, the newly appointed youth training director Maurice, São Paulo's football director Lyle, agent Gordon... at this moment, they all had one thing in common: their expressions!

Their dumbfounded faces looked as if they had just seen a ghost!

"Uh... what's wrong with you guys?" Logan Grant, who had never seen such a scene before, was startled.

……

Gordon was the first to react, because he had seen Logan Grant's speed with his own eyes many times back in China. Otherwise, he wouldn't have so much confidence in Logan Grant.

Of course, Logan Grant didn't catch the ball, but this test wasn't about catching the ball—it was about testing Logan Grant's speed! Generally, only if you're fast enough can you catch up with a pass from the back, and that's what matters. No one would use a slow player for this kind of run from the back.

Logan Grant ran even faster than the ball, which meant his speed was incredible, and that was enough!

He let out a loud "Wah!" and rushed toward Logan Grant with arms wide open. The fat on his waist jiggled up and down, left and right as he ran, and you could almost hear the fat wobbling inside...

Then he hugged Logan Grant: "Well done, Rong! You really scared them! Because you even scared the hell out of me!"

He was so excited he even swore.

He hugged Logan Grant as if he were a giant sponge absorbing Logan Grant completely, with Logan Grant sinking into his fat.

"I can't breathe, Gordon... I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm dying!"

Logan Grant struggled helplessly in his embrace.

……

Seeing the two of them acting so comically, the people around finally snapped out of it.

A burst of exclamations erupted first from the crowd of fans outside the training field.

"That speed... so fast!"

"He's like the wind... no, like a bolt of lightning! A red lightning bolt!"

"Who on earth is he?"