A Clean Break

The tension on the field was electric. Seiryuu High was just inches away from the goal line, and every player could feel the weight of the moment. Sota's eyes flicked to the scoreboard: 14-0. They had to score here. It wasn't just about catching up—it was about sending a message.

Takiyama High's defense stood firm, their players huddled close, eyes sharp and unwavering. They were ready to defend this lead with everything they had. Malik, towering over the other defenders, was barking commands, his deep voice cutting through the air. He wasn't going to let Seiryuu score without a fight.

But Sota wasn't intimidated. He glanced over at Kaminari, who was lined up wide, staring down his defender. Kaminari nodded subtly, a signal they had practiced a thousand times.

Sota called the huddle. "Alright, we're running 'Lunge Sprint' on this one. I'll draw them in, then hit Kaminari in the corner with a 'Barrier Break Pass.' They won't see it coming."