The sky, painted with shades of orange and pink, slowly darkened, signaling the end of the day. But for Shun who had remained on the pitch, long after his teammates had left, it was far from over. His eyes could barely see the ball, yet he continued to train his reflexes.
In front of him, the automatic ball launcher shot multiple shots in his direction rapidly forcing him to make repeated saves without any rest. If he delayed even for a moment, he'd miss the ball.
He wasn't competing against anybody. So, one may wonder why he was so caught up in trying to save almost every shot. Though he wasn't competing against anybody, it didn't mean that he wasn't competing at all.
His competition was with none other than himself.
As he continued to make saves, sweat poured down his face, glistening in the fading light. His breathing continued to get heavier, yet he refused to stop.
