Hearing Muneyoshi's words and savoring the boldness behind them,
Byōdōin and Mifune Nyudo looked on with great approval.
At that moment, Mifune Nyudo truly believed that even after Byōdōin and the others left, Japan's future would still be bright.
With Muneyoshi breaking the ice, the other middle schoolers began shouting too.
"Exactly! They're just opponents we have to beat. So what if they're Switzerland? I can take them on!"
Atobe was always the type to thrive under pressure. The more pressure he faced, the more comfortable he felt.
"That's right! If you're scared, then let me play!"
"Me too!"
"And me! I didn't get enough of a fight in the group stage!"
With Muneyoshi and Atobe leading the way, the middle and high schoolers soon let go of their misgivings.
They had just won three matches in a row, and their confidence was at its peak.
Besides, they had already beaten Germany. Switzerland wouldn't scare them.
"Hey, look! We're in the same half of the bracket as Germany. Does that mean if we beat Switzerland and win one more match, we'll face Germany again? Then I have to play!"
While everyone was talking, the bracket made its way into Koganei's hands. He pointed at it, growing even more excited.
Seeing how lively everyone was, Mifune Nyudo's eyes flashed with approval.
He was pleased with the Japan Team's fighting spirit, but he didn't want them to keep shouting all day. He slapped the table.
"All right, quiet down!"
At Mifune Nyudo's command, the noise gradually died away.
"It's too early to start thinking about Germany in the next round. They're opponents we need to beat, but what's more important is focusing on the opponent right in front of us.
"Switzerland won't be easy to beat. After all, they knocked us out