Kumiko really knew how to flip the team's mood with her words. Even when they were on the bus and had already started their journey back home, the solemn atmosphere was still lingering there. However, no depression could be seen among them all.
No, somehow, the girl's announcement was enough to pump their spirit.
'Winning against Sapporo Otani…' Makino murmured inwardly. 'Is that even possible to do?'
Unlike the newcomers who weren't blinded by Sapporo Otani, he knew best what that team meant for Hokkaido. Hell, two final occasions, and two times he was destroyed by them. For him—and probably most people in Hokkaido—that team was the biggest nightmare that blocked their way to the promised land.
Winning against them… That would be a legendary story resounding throughout the football community in Hokkaido, and honestly, before this, Makino would've never dreamed about it. However, Kumiko was right about one thing.
