However, despite their desperation, Hiro continued to be a stubborn thorn in their path.
He dominated the midfield as if he owned it—distributing, positioning, attacking. Every aspect of the game flowed through him like blood through a beating heart.
When his team needed a moment of respite to collect themselves, he appeared as their rescuer, easing the pressure with a single, calculated touch.
Since that last goal, he has transformed. His movements were more fluid than ever, his positioning sharper, his decisions quicker.
For a split second, it even looked as though the entire field was dancing to his tempo—a symphony conducted by a single, relentless maestro.
"This won't do…"
The opposing coach mumbled, scribbling furiously in the worn notebook he carried. Though others relied on sleek tablets for such tasks, he still favored traditional methods.
