Raimon is losing 0-3. Tenma’s normal hissatsu techniques don’t work. Every shot is reflected by a silver barrier.

Fei touches Tenma’s forehead. A vision appears: a samurai in a blue kimono, surrounded by wind. "Okabe... no, wait, that’s not right," Fei mutters. "Let’s try... Jeanne d’Arc!"

Tenma looks at his teammates, then at the sky where the portal closed.

"Because you’re still playing soccer of the present. To beat them... you need soccer from the future. Or rather... from every era. "

"I don’t care about your committees! Soccer isn’t something you erase! Everyone’s feelings – past, present, future – they all live on the pitch!"

(eyes widening) "A new power...?"

"This isn’t over. El Dorado will correct the timeline... even if we have to crush you a hundred times."