Kim Il-sung was like a huge mountain blocking his path; sturdy and resilient. Despite trying his utmost best, Yutaka was still unable to shake him off.
And because of such repeated failures, not only Yutaka's but the condition of the entire team was getting extremely dire with every passing seconds. They were starting to lose their momentum.
At the same time, opposing players were rapidly falling back at an incredible pace. Filling in the gaps and increasing their pressure.
Yutaka's newfound confidence was taking a major hit and his confidence was getting shaken.
His breathing was getting a bit hurried, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat and his eyes which were glowing with confidence was starting to show signs of anxiousness, 'Why is he so hard to beat?'
Even his fluid movement had become somewhat sluggish than before. Right now his condition was like a castle made up of cards which could fall with a single gust of wind.
