Breath misted in the cool air as Seiryuu High huddled together, the tension crackling between them. They were outnumbered, outmatched, and exhausted. Yet, even with the scoreboard against them, a flicker of defiance remained in their eyes. No words were necessary—each player knew what they had to do. The odds were slim, but that only made them fight harder.
Out of the corner of his eye, Sota caught a sudden movement—Ouji grabbing Ryuji by the collar. The albino runner leaned in close, whispering something that only Ryuji could hear. For a brief moment, Ryuji's eyes widened, then a slow grin spread across his face. He nodded, the silent understanding passing between them as they turned back to the field.
