Chapitre 78: The Risk Of The Ten-Yard Line

The scoreboard flashed 32-16, Seiryuu High still in the lead, but Daikyo High wasn't going down without a fight. Kenshiro, his face set in a determined scowl, clapped his hands, rallying his teammates around him.

His dark green eyes flicked to the scoreboard, then back to the field. They had a deficit to overcome, and they were running out of time. 

"Alright, boys, this is it," Kenshiro growled, his voice low and fierce. "We need a touchdown, and we need it now. Yuta, Taro, this one's on you. Give it everything you've got."

The brothers nodded in unison, their identical dark gray eyes flashing with determination. They crouched low, their impressive height and muscular frames coiled like springs ready to explode. The crowd's murmur grew louder as they sensed the tension in the air, anticipation crackling like static electricity.