The two exchanged a silent conversation, both feeling their blood stir with intensity. The thrill of facing one another was impossible to conceal.
Yet beneath that excitement simmered something fiercer—a burning desire to crush the other.
Though Shun couldn't hide his admiration for his opponent, his confidence surged. He tore his gaze away from Hiro and swept his eyes across the field, quickly locating his teammates.
With a stretch of his arms, he wound up and launched the ball with full force.
It arced high above the ground, sailing over heads before dropping near the halfway line. The crowd watched in awe, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. The sheer power behind the throw left them exhilarated.
Their eyes followed the ball until one of the players controlled it with his chest. Clad in blue and white, bearing the number ten on his shirt, he brought it down smoothly.
Kubo, now in possession, didn't hesitate.
