Seiryuu High took their positions on the field, eyes burning with resolve. They had fought tooth and nail to stay in this game, and now, with halftime approaching, the urgency weighed on every player like a looming shadow. Sweat glistened on their faces as they crouched, ready for the snap. Sota's jaw tightened, his mind racing through the possible plays. Each decision would be crucial, and every mistake would cost them precious ground. But there was no hesitation in his heart—only the will to push forward.
The whistle cut through the air, and Seiryuu snapped into action. Sota dropped back, scanning for openings. Ryuji broke free on the right, his legs pumping furiously as he sprinted upfield. Kaminari darted toward the middle, jostling with a defender as he tried to shake loose. The clock ticked down, every second shrinking their chances of closing the gap. Sota felt the pressure mounting, his pulse thudding in his ears.
