Defense! Defense!

Five minutes on the clock, and everything was at stake. The scoreboard flashed 31-20, but numbers didn't tell the whole story. Tsubasa High had closed the gap, breathing down Seiryuu's neck, and another score would bring them dangerously close.

Seiryuu couldn't afford to let their guard down now. The tension was suffocating, every breath filled with the weight of the moment.

Sota glanced at his teammates, sweat dripping down their faces, muscles burning from fatigue, but their eyes held fire. They had fought too hard to let it all slip away now. Across the field, Tsubasa's offense lined up, clearly plotting something. They were going to pull out all the stops; this play was going to be make or break for both teams.