บท 32: A Skip Of Days Towards The Qualifiers

As the days passed, the pressure on Aiko continued to mount. The team's losses had begun to take their toll, not just on their morale, but on Aiko's resolve as well. Each defeat was a blow to her confidence, each mistake a reminder of how far they still had to go.

She found herself spending more and more time in the club room, pouring over playbooks and drawing up strategies, trying to find a way to turn things around. But the harder she worked, the more it seemed like everything was slipping through her fingers.

The team was growing increasingly disheartened, their enthusiasm waning with each passing day. Ryuji's attitude had gone from indifferent to openly hostile. He barely listened during practice, often brushing off Aiko's instructions with a dismissive wave. Ouji, despite his initial cheerfulness, was becoming more and more disconnected, his scatterbrained nature making it difficult for him to focus on the task at hand. And Kaminari—well, Kaminari had checked out entirely, going through the motions with no real interest or investment in the outcome.

And then there was Sota. His absence loomed over the team like a dark cloud. No matter how hard Aiko tried to rally the others, she couldn't shake the feeling that they were incomplete without him. Every time she passed him in the hallway, her heart ached, knowing that he was the missing piece they so desperately needed.

But Sota had made his decision, and Aiko had no choice but to respect it, even if it tore her apart inside. She had to keep going, had to keep fighting for the team, even if it felt like she was fighting alone.

The sleepless nights were taking their toll. Aiko's eyes were bloodshot, her face pale and drawn from exhaustion. She could feel herself fraying at the edges, the stress and anxiety eating away at her, but she refused to let it show. She couldn't afford to be weak—not when the team needed her more than ever.

But the strain was becoming too much. Aiko found herself struggling to keep her emotions in check, her frustration and despair bubbling just beneath the surface. Every missed pass, every fumble, every failed play was like a dagger to her heart, a painful reminder of how far they still had to go.

And yet, she couldn't give up. No matter how hard it got, no matter how many times they lost, Aiko knew she had to keep going. She had made a promise to herself, to the team, to Sota. She had to see it through, no matter what.

But the qualifiers were fast approaching, and the team was nowhere near ready. They were still making basic mistakes, still struggling to work together as a cohesive unit. And without a coach to guide them, without a proper leader on the field, Aiko feared that they were doomed to fail.

She spent every spare moment devising new drills, new strategies, new ways to motivate the team. But the more she pushed herself, the more it felt like she was trying to hold back the tide with a paper cup. The team was slipping away from her, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

One afternoon, after another brutal practice session, Aiko found herself alone in the club room. The others had left, their spirits low after yet another loss, and Aiko sat at her desk, staring blankly at the papers scattered in front of her.

She felt numb, her mind a whirlwind of doubts and fears. How could she keep going when it felt like everything was falling apart? How could she keep the team together when she was barely holding herself together?

Aiko's eyes drifted to the photo on her desk—a picture of the team, taken at the start of her first year. They had been so full of hope back then, so full of determination. But now, as she looked at their smiling faces, all she could see were the cracks in the foundation, the fractures that had grown wider with each passing day.

Aiko felt a lump form in her throat, her vision blurring as tears welled up in her eyes. She tried to hold them back, tried to stay strong, but the weight of it all was too much. The tears spilled over, sliding down her cheeks as she buried her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs.

She had tried so hard, had given everything she had, but it still wasn't enough. The team was falling apart, and she was powerless to stop it. Aiko felt like she was drowning, suffocating under the pressure, and for the first time, she wondered if she had made a mistake in taking on this responsibility. Maybe she wasn't cut out for this. Maybe she wasn't strong enough.

But even as the tears fell, Aiko forced herself to take a deep breath, to lift her head and wipe her eyes. She couldn't afford to break down. She couldn't afford to give up. The team was counting on her, and she couldn't let them down.

"Urghh~ what am I doing?" She sniffled, wiping off the tears on her face.

Aiko stood up, her legs trembling as she walked over to the window. The sky was tinged with the colors of twilight, the sun dipping below the horizon. She stared out at the fading light, her heart heavy but resolute.

She had come this far, and she wasn't going to give up now. No matter how hard it got, no matter how many times they fell, Aiko was determined to see it through to the end. Because if she gave up now, everything they had fought for would be for nothing.

With a deep breath, Aiko squared her shoulders and turned away from the window. She had work to do, and she couldn't afford to waste any more time. The qualifiers were coming, and she had to do everything in her power to make sure they were ready.

Even if it meant pushing herself to the breaking point. Even if it meant standing alone.

Aiko blinked away the last of her tears and forced a smile, a determined glint in her eyes. She wasn't going to let the team down. Not now. Not ever.