The scoreboard glowed like a brand in the night: 26-6. Kagetsu High was in control, their dominance suffocating, pressing Seiryuu High back against the ropes. The halftime whistle had long faded, and now, the time for a comeback had arrived. There was no room for hesitation—Seiryuu had to fight back.
The stadium pulsed with raw energy, cheers and chants cascading from the stands like crashing waves. Seiryuu's supporters were restless, their voices calling for something—anything—that could shift the tide. A desperate hope hung in the air, thick enough to taste.
Sota Kazemachi stood at the center of it all, the weight of expectation settling on his shoulders like an iron yoke. He clenched his fists, sweat slick against his palms. His breath came steady, measured, his heartbeat syncing with the rhythm of the game. Doubt had no place here. Not now.