Under the bewildered gazes of the spectators, Hiro intercepted the pass. The crowd could sense it—this wasn't the end, but the beginning of something spectacular.
The supporters of red and white erupted, their voices rising as the stadium grew livelier with each passing second.
Hiro didn't waste a moment.
Upon receiving the pass, Hiro turned without wasting a second. However, as he turned around, he found himself before the opponent whose pass he had stolen, charging at him at a blistering pace.
Though Hiro had outrun him initially, the opponent hadn't given up. In fact, he charged even more furiously, as if desperate to redeem himself.
The stifling pressure dawned on Hiro. He could see the fierceness in his opponent's gaze—the look of intimidation, the burning resolve.
But Hiro didn't waver.
He had faced such situations countless times before. This was nothing new.
