"Where is Harumaaa?!"
Itsuki yelled, his voice cracking with utter disbelief as he slammed his hands against the VIP lounge railing.
Around him, Isamu, Haru, Subaru, and the rest of the seniors stood like statues, completely paralyzed by reality, staring at the screen ahead.
"How can they start a match like this without Haruma?!" Isamu asked, his voice a mix of anger and shock.
"It... it must be a mastermind played by Kento or something," Hideo muttered, his voice strained.
Staring straight ahead, trying desperately to convince himself just as much as the others. Isamu said, "Yeah, that has to be it. A tactical curveball to catch Qatar completely off guard..."
Inside the hall of the Mansion, Masaru surged to his feet, his "Where is Haruma?! Why isn't he starting?!" His voice boomed across the room, thick with absolute shock.
