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Arion put an arm around JP. "Then we'll keep promising. Match after match."
Arion's mind flooded with the day his grandfather's soccer ball stopped moving — the day he almost gave up on the sport. JP's memory struck him: the lonely years moving from school to school, no friends, no team, until Inazuma Japan accepted him.
Arion's eyes lit up. "So if we learn this Link, we can combine our strengths? One player covers the other's weakness?"
The ball didn't travel in an arc. It became a liquid comet, twisting between Dune's fingers, around the Sand Serpent's jaws, and into the net. Inazuma Eleven Go Galaxy- Supernova -Link de do...
Prologue: The Fading Star The Grand Celesta Galaxy tournament raged on. Far from the floodlights of Earth, on the floating obsidian arena of Planet Faram Dite, the Earth Eleven stood battered but unbroken. They had just scraped a victory against the ruthless army of Falam Medius, but the cost was steep.
2–1. Then 2–2. Then, in the final second, a combined defensive save by JP and Arion turned into a counterattack. Arion's pass found Victor Blade, who slammed home the winner.
Arion's Majin Pegasus and JP's Guardian Aquarius merged into a single ethereal being — a winged horse made of living water, mane shimmering like starlight. Arion's speed doubled; JP's reflexes became precognitive. Arion put an arm around JP
Selene nodded. "Arion Sherwind's Soul is pure offensive light — Majin Pegasus, a being of unrelenting forward motion. JP's Soul — — is defensive flow, adapting and absorbing. Light and water. Motion and reflection. They are complementary opposites. If they Link, they could create something never seen before." Chapter 2: The Trial of Synchrony That night, under three alien moons, Selene led Arion and JP to a forgotten training ground: the Mirror Falls of Zerath , a waterfall that flowed upward, reflecting not just images but emotions.
Selene stepped forward. "Use the Link."
They opened their eyes. Between them, a thin thread of golden light appeared — a Soul Link, fragile as spun glass. The next day, the Earth Eleven faced Sandorius United , a team whose players could create mirages and predict every pass three seconds in advance. Within the first ten minutes, Sandorius scored twice. Their goalkeeper, Dune Mirage , had a Soul — Sand Serpent — that swallowed any shot that wasn't "unpredictable." JP's memory struck him: the lonely years moving
Arion stole the ball. He ran toward Dune Mirage, who prepared his Sand Serpent.
As the stars of the Grand Celesta swirled overhead, the golden thread between them didn't fade. It pulsed — soft, steady, alive.
"To Link, you must feel what the other feels. Not just in soccer — in everything," Selene instructed. "Stand facing each other. Close your eyes. Now, recall your most painful memory."
Because in the galaxy of Inazuma Eleven, the strongest power was never a Solo or a Soul. It was the invisible link between those who refuse to stand alone.