Sota's heart raced as he took his position behind the center, his mind clear and focused on the task ahead. This was it—the play that would solidify their lead and send a message to Daikyo High. The crowd's roar was a distant hum in his ears as he concentrated on the field in front of him, his gaze locked onto the end zone.
The ball was snapped, and Sota exploded into action, sprinting forward with all the power his legs could muster. He could hear the thunder of footsteps behind him, feel the presence of the defenders closing in. But Sota had a plan—one that would turn the tide in their favor.
As he approached the ten-yard line, Kenshiro, Daikyo High's fierce quarterback, was hot on his heels. Sota could sense Kenshiro reaching for his flag, the tension in the air crackling like electricity. In that split second, Sota made his move.
