บท 174: 32-26

Seiryuu High stood at the line of scrimmage, eyes locked onto the opposing defense. The tension gripped every player, and the air buzzed with anticipation. Sota's heartbeat pounded in his ears as he took his stance, scanning the field for any signs of weakness. Midoriyama's players shifted restlessly, tightening their formation, but Sota's gaze settled on Ouji. There was a spark of understanding between them—a silent promise that they would make this drive count.

The whistle sliced through the air, unleashing the fury within Seiryuu. Sota dropped back, gripping the ball with steely determination, and launched his Barrier Break Pass like a cannonball. The ball tore through the air, slicing past defenders as Ouji sprinted downfield. It was a perfectly placed throw, cutting through Midoriyama's defensive wall like a hot knife through butter. Ouji extended his arms, fingers curling around the spiraling ball with seamless grace.