Milo drew in a deep breath, then burst forward, tearing into the open lane his team had carved out.
Jiho, Raya, and Izaya reacted instantly, eyes widening as they surged into motion.
The crowd rose in one motion, attention snapping toward Milo, the air tightening as voices died into silence.
Raya drove up the flank, throwing his arm up into the air. "Izayaaaa!" he roared.
Izaya took the signal and quickly adjusted his run, shifting, acceleration snapping into place as he went after Milo.
Already halfway through his run, Milo caught sight of Izaya chasing close, and without any second thought he struck the ball hard, sending it soaring toward the right wing.
On that flank, a relentless chase ignited instantly. It was Masaru and Jiho charging under the ball, side by side, shoulders colliding, each trying to throw the other off balance while keeping their eyes on the ball dropped into their path.
In middle of his his chare, Jiho's lips curled
into a sharp smirk.
