Two Minutes

The scoreboard shifted once more. 32-20. Seiryuu had clawed their way back with a touchdown and the extra point, closing the gap. The crowd was alive, feeding off the momentum, voices rising in a deafening storm of cheers and shouts. There was still hope—still a chance.

But now, it was Kagetsu High's turn to strike back.

On the field, Akagi Rindou took his position behind the center, his posture relaxed, almost lazy, as if he had all the time in the world. His smirk was back, that infuriating smirk that made it seem like he was still in complete control. He scanned the defense with calculating eyes, noting every slight shift in stance, every twitch of anticipation.