Whistles pierced the air, halting the game just before Tsubasa High could break through for their first score. Time seemed to slow, the action grinding to a tense pause as the referee's raised hand signaled a timeout.
Seiryuu's players exchanged glances, breaths ragged, hearts hammering in their chests. They had been pushed to the brink—one slip and Tsubasa could capitalize.
On the far side of the field, Ouji sprinted, his pale hair whipping behind him as he bolted down the sideline. Each step seemed to carry a sense of desperation, as if the weight of the entire game rested on his shoulders. His speed had been Seiryuu's edge, the explosive energy that kept them ahead. But something was wrong.
At this point, they're just on the defensive. Fighting, Seiryuu High!