Under the searing sun, Seiryuu High's players took their positions once more, their breaths ragged and sweat-drenched. Despite the scoreboard glaring at them with a 26-32 deficit, the energy on the field was far from diminished. Fatigue weighed heavily, but an unspoken determination electrified the air. This was their moment to turn the tide.
As Daichi snapped the ball, his hands quivering slightly from exhaustion, Sota moved with purpose, his eyes sharp and focused. The world around him seemed to blur, the roar of the crowd a distant hum as he zeroed in on the unfolding play. Nakamura Haruto, Takiyama High's imposing quarterback, stood across the field, his presence a constant, intimidating force.
