In the last fifteen minutes, Higo felt like he was Mototada Toori, one of the great commanders from the Tokugawa army who led 2000 soldiers to defend the Fushimi Castle against the siege of Mitsunari Ishida and his 40,000 troops in the warring state era.
Honestly, the history class always gave him a headache, what with how many things he had to remember simultaneously. Yet, somehow, in this situation, the first thing his brain caught was the memory of this lesson, and all the sleepiness followed along during that time in the class.
Of course, the current situation wasn't as exaggerated as 2000 vs 40,000, which was written in history. They were still playing 11 vs 11, a fair and equal game for both sides. However, somehow, Higo felt like the opponent had at least 15 players on the pitch right now, what with how many of them flashing all around the place.
"Roshi, send it left!"
"Hold on, hold on! Don't force to dribble! Send it back!"
"Switch side, quickly!"
