One Step Forward, Two Steps Back

The week of grueling practices and relentless focus passed in a blur. The once-stumbling steps and moments of hesitation on the field were gradually replaced by precision, fluidity, and an undeniable sense of teamwork. For Sota, the days had been a whirlwind of drills, feedback, and hours spent perfecting his Flash Step. It wasn't just about speed—it was about timing, execution, and seamless integration into his gameplay.

Jack Mercer's voice echoed in his memory: "You're not just running faster. You're controlling time itself on the field. Make it count."

That morning, Sota stood at the edge of the field, sweat dripping down his brow as the rest of the team gathered around him. Kaminari, ever the loudmouth, was the first to break the silence.

"Man, did you see that last play? Sota's Flash Step is unreal now!" he exclaimed, throwing an arm over Sota's shoulder. "You're officially the team's secret weapon, Kazemachi."