章 140: A Mislook

Moments hung in the air, thick with anticipation and tension, as the final whistle echoed across the field.

Confusion clouded the atmosphere, and on the bench, Yukishiro Ouji gripped the edge, his heart pounding against the constraints of his exhausted body. Although his legs throbbed painfully, the spectacle unfolding before him demanded his attention.

"What are they doing?" Ouji asked himself, confused why his teammates reacted as if they lost.

From his vantage point, he had a clear view of Akito's desperate sprint toward the end zone. Every fiber of Ouji's being screamed in protest as he recognized the truth; Akito had not crossed the line. He missed it by inches!