Sota spotted Ouji darting out to the left, his legs churning with fierce determination. With a nod to himself, Sota initiated the stall, allowing his teammates to spread out. The other players moved in harmony, each one finding their lanes and marking their opponents. He could feel the pulse of the game thrumming through his veins, the tempo of the match resonating with the beat of his heart.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Kuuga and Rensuke, both of Shinryu, shuffling and adjusting, clearly anticipating the next move. They were formidable, no doubt, but Sota had come to understand their rhythm. He'd been studying them all game, learning their tendencies, and now he was ready to exploit their expectations.
