Can we start the real game?

Carlos held the ball in his hand, his gaze sweeping over the players as he declared, "The one who gets the ball after it bounces starts the game. Got it?"

Hiro, representing his side, nodded confidently. But the burly man with a tattooed arm, who stood as the opposition's leader, smirked arrogantly. He said something in a condescending tone, though Hiro couldn't understand his exact words. It was clear, however, that the man was taunting him, perhaps saying something like, "Go ahead, take the ball."

Hiro wasn't fazed by the man's arrogance. If his opponent were willing to give up the opportunity, Hiro would gladly take it.

Carlos then tossed the ball high into the air.

As the ball ascended, the burly man casually stepped back, as if to make way for Hiro. The crowd's cheers grew louder, almost as if they were in on some joke. Grins spread across their faces, dripping with mockery.