Hah.
Without any warning, the support beneath Biyaide's body was suddenly pulled out; his heart suspended in the air, fear and anxiety didn't even have time to take root before inertia and gravity had already flung his body forward, stumbling steps leading him into an abyss with no way to stop.
Biyaide: ???
He didn't understand.
Biyaide kept flying forward, his steps leaving the sideline, and the swaying, staggering figure of number twenty-three re-entered his right field of vision.
Despite the bumps, despite the swaying, precarious and tottering; yet, the advancing steps of number twenty-three did not cease, the field sideline was like tightrope wires, and he was the world's finest juggler, gracefully dancing on the edge of the cliff.
"Edgerunner."
Biyaide's mind was filled with a single thought, yet he didn't have time to contemplate further. The next second, his feet left the ground, his body soared into the air, the entire person simply flew out.
