Jack Mercer—a name that reverberated across football fields in the United States. Whispers of his tactical genius, ability to turn underdog teams into champions, and unorthodox methods were legendary. His sudden presence in Japan, thousands of miles away from the fields where he had built his name, had puzzled many. No one quite understood why he had left, why a coach of his caliber would vanish from the spotlight. Yet here he was, leaning casually against the gym fence in the early morning, staring at Sota Kazemachi like this was all part of some intricate plan.
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
Just one chapter update today, I'm so tired.