The Test III

Peterson's pen paused only for a moment this time. Maddox didn't miss it—the flicker of approval in the older man's eyes before he resumed writing.

Sarah Chen, standing beside him, leaned forward slightly, her focus sharpening like a blade finding its target.

The players reset for kickoff, panting, sweat darkening their kits. But the energy had shifted. This wasn't a test anymore. This was competition between them. Pride. Desire burning bright in their young eyes.

Maddox turned slightly to Peterson. "May I speak to them quickly before we restart?"

Peterson gave a curt nod. "Thirty seconds."

Maddox jogged to the sideline, clapping twice. The sound echoed across the small pitch like gunshots. "Kyle's team—quick huddle!"

They gathered around him, still catching their breath, steam rising from their shoulders in the cool morning air.

"You fought back which is good. Now stay hungry. Don't play to draw. Play to win."