The stadium was a cauldron of emotions, the atmosphere lively. The cheers of the audience filled the stadium.
Blinding lights illuminated the stadium.
Shun warily looked ahead. He could see the retreating figure of his teammate. At the same time, he could spot a few opponents heading his way.
"Tch!" He clicked his tongue bitterly.
The sight ahead made him uneasy, and he couldn't help but panic. The number of opponents outnumbered the number of his teammates.
They advanced at a threatening pace while his teammates scrambled to regroup. He could tell they wouldn't make it even if they rushed behind alarmingly.
His instinct warned him. He could tell that he was in a pinch.
Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead, and he couldn't help but furrow his brow. For some reason, upon finding himself in such a difficult spot, he couldn't help but remember Hiro.
His season had been anything but good.
He conceded more than thirty times and had a rather disastrous season.
