First Strike!

Beneath the glaring stadium lights, Makuhari Messe Stadium became a battleground of grit and ambition. Seiryuu High lined up on the offensive, their formation tight, bodies tense with readiness. Across the line of scrimmage, Shinryu High's players waited like an imposing wall, their stances low, anticipating the burst of speed Seiryuu was known for. Sota, with his eyes locked forward, could feel the intensity in the air, heavy and electric.

Ryuji jogged to the side, scanning the field with narrowed eyes, while Kaminari signaled with a subtle nod, communicating in the silent language they'd forged through countless practices. A sea of jerseys and helmets filled Sota's view, but his mind sifted through them, searching for openings, possibilities. Jack's voice echoed in his head: Make them play your game.