Under the weight of Midoriyama's early score, Seiryuu High's offense tightened its focus. The sharp clang of the whistle echoed in Sota's ears as he stood at the line of scrimmage, his body low and poised like a coiled spring. This time, they were going to push back, make Midoriyama fight for every inch. His eyes darted across his teammates—Kazuma at the far left, Koenji lined up beside him, and Ouji at the far right, ready to receive.
A deep breath filled his lungs as Sota took the snap, the football flying into his hands. Instantly, his body surged forward in a Lunge Sprint, tearing across the field with rapid, precise footwork that left the defensive line scrambling. Midoriyama's towering defenders lunged to block his path, but Sota's speed carved a narrow escape route. With a swift flick of his wrist, he launched a bullet pass toward Koenji, who snatched the ball cleanly and burst into a sprint of his own.