While the players of the Japanese team were preparing for their match, a palpable heaviness had enshrouded their locker room.
The scent of liniment and freshly laundered jerseys was mingling with the aromatic fragrance of the solvent used to clean the floor; generating a familiar and comforting aroma for the players. Yet, they didn't seem like they were in the mood to relax.
Each of them had occupied their own space. Some were sitting in quiet contemplation while some were having small talks about the strategy they had discussed before. Their voice however was barely audible.
For a room filled with teenagers in their rebellious phase, such a scene was quite unusual. Usually, they should be either joking, talking shit, or doing something idiotic, but yet somehow this group of teenagers despite being enclosed in a room with no adults weren't making a single noise.
