Now with tears streaming down his face, Raon desperately tried to signal for a substitution, but Izaya was holding him firm, his hoarse voice pleading again and again.
"Please Raon… please let me play! I wont let you down, I wont dissapoint!... Just let me play"
Around them, the young Wolves stood frozen with their throats tight, fighting back tears as they watched their teammate's struggle and passion to play.
Clenching his jaw, Haruma firmly declared "He'll play!"
The statement hung in the air, heavy and unshakable, forcing every young Wolf to fall silent, shifting their gaze on him in disbelief.
Keeping a firmly determined face, Haruma spoke up, "Raon, let him play, even if he's injured he's the best we got! Without him we can't win."
Izaya's heart skipped at Haruma's words. His chest trembled as if fighting back sobs, yet the tears poured freely down his cheeks, his gaze never leaving Haruma.
"Yes, Raon," Raya spoke firmly, stepping in. "We need him out there!"
