on the shoulders.

However, Shiraishi Kuranosuke did not complain or give up. He was still working tenaciously for the team, trying to find a glimmer of hope.

As if he had made up his mind, Kuranosuke Shiraishi's firm voice sounded under the towel.

"I'm sorry, coach, I might have to break my promise."

Saying that, Shiraishi Kuranosuke slowly straightened up and gently untied the bandage on his left arm.

Osamu Watanabe drove the determined Shiraishi Kuranosuke away and said in a lazy tone: "It's up to you."

Gradually, as the bandage was removed, a brilliant golden color appeared in everyone's eyes.

This golden light is...

"Hey! What's on that guy's arm?"

"It can't be gold!"

"That thickness is no joke!"

"Has he been competing against his opponents with that on him?"

The golden and smooth solid gold armband reflects Shiraishi Kuranosuke's firm and persistent eyes.

"I will definitely win the game!"

"Bang!"

The arm guard and the trainer's chair made a dull metallic sound as they collided.

Osamu Watanabe looked at the pure gold armguard beside him and the firm back of Kuranosuke Shiraishi, and smiled helplessly.

"Hey, this is all my belongings, wouldn't it be nice to expose them in broad daylight?"

As he spoke, he covered the golden arm guards with his large windbreaker.

"Are you still hiding this hand?"

Hatada Miki didn't expect that Shiraishi Kuranosuke could hide such a trick, and said calmly to Toyama Kintaro beside him: "Kintaro, the opponent seems to be planning to make the last move, and the next offensive will be very fierce.

It’s fierce.”

"That would be fun!"

Kintaro Toyama's eyes were full of fighting spirit.
Chapter completed!