The whistle's echo faded as Sota and his teammates regrouped for the huddle, their breaths ragged but eyes sharp, filled with determination. Midoriyama High might have the lead, but Seiryuu High wasn't backing down. This was their moment to reclaim the game, to fire back with everything they had stored up, and to show that no amount of taunts or pressure could break their spirit.
Sota's gaze flicked from player to player, each one nodding in silent understanding. "We're going all out this time," he said, his voice low but carrying the weight of conviction. "Leave nothing in the tank."
A chorus of agreement answered him, and the players broke the huddle, lining up for the snap. This time, Sota's hands trembled, not from fear but from a surging adrenaline that seemed to ignite his veins. He positioned himself, knees bent, eyes narrowed at the field ahead. Every breath steadied his resolve.