Fweee!
The moment the referee blew the whistle, the Korean striker on the other side, Park Han-Gyeol, kicked the ball back before rushing forward immediately. He was like a tractor going full speed at the start of the race, catching all the small cars behind him off guard.
"FUCK! WHAT IS HE GOING TO DO?!"
"DON'T WORRY, LEAVE IT TO ME!" Makino shouted, trying to calm down his teammates while also marking Han-Gyeol's movement tightly. "JUST WATCH THAT 10! HE IS ABOUT TO DO SOMETHING!"
However, before anyone could get closer and do exactly what the captain asked, Mamoru had already made his move. With a calm and swift movement, he swung his left foot gracefully, sending a slow and yet precise pass to the front line.
All the Hakodate players who were rushing at him could only stop, turning their heads to the sky as they watched how the ball curved in a parabolic path before landing straight on the flank side where Hori was guarding.
