Inside the tunnel, Hiro stood alongside his teammates dressed in their home uniform. Standing beside them were their opponent for the evening, clad in their respective colors.
Most of them exuded an aura of confidence, while a few looked rather anxious.
However, even among those who looked solemn, a few stood out, especially the bald individual with an imposing figure— Vittorio Moretti.
Hiro was well aware of his mark. Given his position, he would inevitably clash with him. He was also aware of his open provocation.
This imposing individual with inked arms looked remarkably composed as if nothing could bother him. Even in the simulation, Hiro had struggled to get through to him. Hiro wanted to peek at his state.
But his ability outside the pitch was limited.
He would have to wait if he wanted to peek at his state. However, even without being able to see, Hiro could sense a feeling of unease emanating from him.
