The tension on the field was suffocating as Sota scanned the horizon of Seiryuu High's last hope. The final play was now in motion, and all eyes were on him. He could feel the weight of the game, the pressure of every single player, every single spectator, bearing down on his shoulders. His breath quickened, the roar of the crowd fading into the background as he focused on what lay ahead.
In front of him, every one of his teammates was charging forward, desperately trying to break free from the ironclad defense that Daikyo High had established. There was no one left behind to support him, no easy out for a quick pass. He was alone in the backfield, and Kenshiro wasn't about to give him any time to think.
"Here we go," Sota muttered under his breath, his heart pounding as he gripped the ball. He saw Kenshiro making a beeline for him, the Daikyo High quarterback determined to end the game himself.