Meanwhile, far on the western part of the city, all the players from Shimizu Higashi High had just woken up, groaning lazily as most of them still felt the fatigue from their last game yesterday. However, no one took an excessive rest yet. No, right now, they were in the middle of a meeting to discuss their next opponent, as the schedule was indeed so tight for them.
One boy in particular, though, stood still with eyes closed, as if he were meditating here.
Unfortunately, his mind was far from being calm right now. No, a storm was raging inside his head, dragging the memory he had been trying to suppress so that it emerged on the tip of his forehead.
"Let me take it." The boy in memory said confidently, demanding the ball from his teammate.
"You?" The boy who was still holding the ball was taken aback here. That boy glanced around subtly, his expression unsure.
"Don't worry, leave everything to me!" The first boy patted his head confidently.
