Their expression paled as they remembered the horror they had witnessed a few days ago. They watched him as if they had seen a ghost.
Beads of sweat appeared on their forehead.
That familiar face didn't bring any fond memories.
"Hmph! It's that stinky brat," Roberto who had to bear a heavy loss because Hiro snorted in disdain. At the moment, he was present at the venue to witness the match.
Crack! Crack!
As he prepared to enter, Hiro cracked his neck to loosen up some stiffness. Then he turned to face Kubo who was standing right beside him.
"Can I take the corner?" he asked.
Since Kubo was the appointed set-piece taker, Hiro had to ask him for the opportunity.
Upon hearing his request, Kubo looked at him briefly before responding, "Sure." Though he hadn't had much time to familiarize himself with him, he had observed him closely in the training.
Especially his freekicks, it had left a deep impression on him.
