The doctor said "two weeks of observation", which means half a month, almost fleeting in an instant.
No, not "almost", it really was fleeting in an instant. By the time he came back to his senses, he had already been discharged, and his work and life had resumed their normal course.
This was too fast, and his intuition told him something was off.
Trying to recall the two weeks after regaining consciousness, he was shocked to find that he had no memory of it whatsoever.
It was like a dream... A dream?
When he came back to his senses again, he found himself in the training room of the club, and someone next to him was calling him,
"Captain, captain?"
"Oh," he cleared his throat and looked at the assembled team members, saying, "Next week we play against the Purple Lightning team."
"The tactical system of the Purple Lightning team is very clear, four minus one. Although Storm, the captain, is nicknamed Demon Blade, his tactical style is detached from the rest of the team."
