Tsubasa High, now fired up from their recent score, stood at their defensive line with renewed vigor. The scoreboard still read 31-14 in Seiryuu's favor, but the tide had shifted. Seiryuu High was feeling the heat, knowing they couldn't allow Tsubasa any more momentum. Sota Kazemachi wiped the sweat from his brow, his focus intense as he surveyed the field. They needed to march forward and burn the clock, but also make sure they didn't let their fatigue lead to mistakes.
"Eyes on the ball, everyone!" Sota barked as he crouched into position. His voice, though steady, carried a sharp urgency.
Kaminari lined up wide, already breathing hard, his legs straining from the non-stop exertion. His chest heaved, but his eyes remained sharp, ready for the snap. Next to him, Koenji positioned himself on the opposite side, calm despite the high stakes. They both knew how vital this next possession was.
