The clock ticked down, a mere two minutes left in the game, and Seiryuu High had Fujisato cornered. Exhaustion clung to the air like a thick fog, especially for Fujisato High, whose spirits had been trampled long before the second half even began. But Seiryuu wasn't about to let up. One final play loomed, and the tension from both teams radiated through the field. Even with a dominant lead, Sota wanted to seal the game in a way that left no doubt about their supremacy.
Sota stood behind the line of scrimmage, scanning the field with sharp, calculating eyes. His body felt the strain of the long game, but his mind was clearer than ever. This was the moment he had been waiting for—a chance to execute the perfect play, a flawless final blow to cement Seiryuu's overwhelming victory. He barked out commands, shifting the formation subtly as Fujisato's defenders shuffled uneasily.
