Gasping, Naoto picked himself up, 'That was close. If I had reacted a second late, it would have breezed past me.'
While thinking, Naoto turned to look at his hand. The tip of his glove had a graze mark like something harsh had brushed past him.
It hadn't even been that long since he had entered the field. Yet, he was already feeling under pressure.
'I can't let my guard down.' Naoto averted his gaze from his hand and looked at the clock. "Four more minutes huh?" he muttered after noticing the time that had been added.
"Good job, Naoto."
Ito and a few others patted his back, praising him for the save he had made.
Their compliment lightened his mood and further flared his determination. With a newfound vigor, he shifted his focus to the ball.
