Under the moonlit sky, the inn was alive with the energy of camaraderie as the players soaked in their last night at the training camp. Lanterns hanging from the wooden beams of the courtyard cast a warm, flickering light over the gathering, while the soft chirping of crickets blended with the hum of conversation and occasional bursts of laughter. It was a scene that seemed frozen in time, a moment of peace before the chaos of the upcoming Regionals.
Sota sat on the porch steps, his back leaning against a wooden pillar. From his spot, he watched his teammates mingling with players from the other schools. Kuuga was animatedly explaining something to Kaminari, using exaggerated hand gestures to make his point, while Kenshiro was off to the side, grudgingly engaged in a rock-paper-scissors battle with Kazuma and Daigo. The sight made Sota smile—who would have thought the camp would end on such a wholesome note?
