Extinguishing Tsukubu's Last Spark

The dejection on his face vanished, and some of his usual drive returned, as though the frustration of being suppressed by Yu Zhu had transformed into fighting spirit.

He Quanlong took a deep breath, exhaled the frustration in his chest, and nodded firmly. "Good. Then let's close the gap in the second half and turn this around!"

Muto Tadashi also raised his voice. "Isn't that obvious?"

"Let's go all out and make Ryonan admit defeat!"

Seeing his teammates rekindle their fighting spirit, Natsuki Hiroshi's tightly drawn lips finally curved into a smile. "I'll get the ball into your hands. I'm counting on you to score."

The Jinjiuwu players exchanged smiles. The despair in their eyes had long been replaced by blazing resolve, and even the locker room air seemed lighter, every breath carrying the determination to give it everything they had.

Kazumi Kawasaki watched the players emerge from the shadows, warmth and relief surfacing in his eyes. He cleared his throat, his voice much steadier than before.

"Very good. Being able to maintain your fighting spirit at a time like this proves that you possess the qualities of excellent players."

He paused, his gaze sweeping across every one of them. "The current situation is indeed unfavorable for us. But like Godai said, the game isn't over. As long as the final whistle hasn't blown, we haven't lost. We still have a chance."

At that, Kazumi Kawasaki raised his voice, his tone carrying unquestionable force.

"There are plenty of examples of teams coming back to win after falling far behind. Why can't we be Jinjiuwu?"

His words were like a heavy hammer smashing into everyone's hearts.

The fighting spirit in the players' eyes burned even brighter. Even Godai slowly loosened his clenched fists, a long-lost determination appearing on his face.

Kazumi