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.
Everyone turned to (Nishiki Ryouma), who was busy trying to catch a floating maintenance drone with his teeth.
From the shadows stepped a girl no older than Arion. She had silver hair that shimmered like liquid mercury, eyes the color of twin comets, and a faint, translucent aura around her — like a Soul that hadn't fully awakened. She wore the tattered cloak of a Faram Dite scholar. Inazuma Eleven Go Galaxy- Supernova -Link de do...
Both boys gasped. For a moment, they saw each other's memories as if they were their own. Arion felt JP's loneliness; JP felt Arion's fear of failing his team.
As the stars of the Grand Celesta swirled overhead, the golden thread between them didn't fade. It pulsed — soft, steady, alive. Because in the galaxy of Inazuma Eleven, the
Sandorius's striker laughed. "They've gone mad. Two players sharing one mind? Easy pickings."
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. From the shadows stepped a girl no older than Arion
"We can't keep this up," Victor growled. "Against Ixal Fleet's tactical brilliance, brute force and even our Souls won't be enough."