By then, everyone from Blue Lock had returned to the locker room. Although they were trailing 1–2, most of them had not lost their fighting spirit. On the contrary, their desire to fight had grown even stronger.
Except for one person.
Itoshi Rin.
After returning from the field, Itoshi Rin sat in the corner without saying a word. He had a towel draped over his head, and sweat kept dripping from both sides of his face onto the floor.
No one dared approach Itoshi Rin. Even when someone spoke to him, he ignored them completely, as if his soul had been drained away.
Meanwhile, Chigiri Hyoma sat on the floor, panting heavily. His body kept swaying from his rapid breathing, and sweat poured from him endlessly.
Chigiri Hyoma had reached his limit. The intense soreness made it difficult for him to keep going.
Yet he still remained silent, as if nothing was wrong.
"You did reasonably well."
Ego Jinpachi walked in front of everyone and spoke slowly.
"Your performance exceeded my expectations. Of course, it's still far from enough. If this continues, you won't be able to win..."
"We're only one goal behind, but we've already gained momentum, haven't we?"
Uro Agito asked in confusion. He did not understand why Ego Jinpachi was being so pessimistic. They were only one goal behind, after all, and their previous attacks had merely fallen short by a little.
"Do you really think you have a chance of winning if you continue like this?"
Ego Jinpachi pushed up his glasses, his gaze settling on Uro Agito.
"Whether it was Nagi Seishiro's earlier move or Itoshi Rin dribbling past Itoshi Sae, those were merely successes that exceeded your abilities. They can't be replicated. And look at how much stamina you've already used. Does anyone really