Then, with a sharp, decisive nod of his head, Kento gave the order. Go. Take the field.
A faint smirk touched Haruma's lips and without a word, he yanked his training bib off, tossing it aside as he walked deliberately toward the fourth official at the touchline, ready to check into the match.
Up on the VIP balcony, Itsuki was standing with his face still set in utter sorrow, staring blankly at the field. Then, instinctively, his eyes drifted down toward the technical area and froze. There, he saw Haruma standing tall and locked in.
Itsuki's eyes snapped wide open in sheer shock and In a split second, his grief evaporated, replaced by pure adrenaline. He leaned over the railing, pointing a finger straight down at the touchline, and roared out at the absolute top of his lungs.
