The scoreboard glowed ominously above the field: 19-12. Seiryuu High was closing in on Shinkai, but the gap remained a stubborn hurdle. With the crowd's energy electrifying the air, Sota Kazemachi stood in the huddle, the weight of the decision resting on his shoulders. They had scored a much-needed touchdown, but now they had to make a choice—settle for a safe one-point conversion or gamble for two.
"We're going for two," Sota declared, his voice firm, leaving no room for doubt. The team's eyes widened, some glancing toward the scoreboard, others at their captain.
"Are you sure?" Koenji asked, his brow furrowing in concern.
Sota nodded, determination radiating from his every word. "We need every point we can get, and this is our chance to cut their lead down to three. If we play it safe, we might regret it later."
Kaminari exchanged a glance with Koenji, then back at Sota. "Alright, let's do it. What's the play?"
