While the rest of his teammate rose from their seats, Taki, however, remained seated in his seat even after hearing the halftime whistle. His team had survived such a difficult challenge from the opposing side, yet there was no joy in his face.
Instead, he appeared rather stoic.
His calm and composed eyes were fixed on the field, but there was something about them that held a strange glimmer of determination.
The air around him felt heavy, almost as if he were in a different zone. It was such an inexplicable feeling, but for some reason, he seemed to be in a world of his own.
A moment ago, Manager Haruki was still hesitating to make his decision. But, as he looked at him, that strange feeling which was preventing him from making his decision waned away.
"Let's do this," he muttered as he gave himself a decisive nod.
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