Back to the game, Yuki who didn't notice that his benefactor family just arrived put his focus on the game, staring at the other side of the net with the ball in his hand. It was his turn to serve again, and he knew this was his chance to kill the opponent's mind in one go.
He noticed frustration grow on the faces of Sumida High players as they saw him on the service line again. The way they sighed and stared at the ground told him a lot; he could see that their spirits were fading with each point scored against them. Honestly, if Yuki wasn't the player here, he would feel pity for them.
'Unfortunately, this is also a war for us. Sorry, Sumida High, but I cannot give you the opportunity you deserve.'