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Nash couldn't shake the guys from his pack on the opposing team, so he was forced to pass the ball to Noah.
Weren't the rules of football different? Or were we still in the playful warm-up phase, as Coach Brennon was calling it?
I hate being lost.
As far as I knew, it was now Noah's job to get the ball to that orange thing, but Noah stood rooted to the spot, the ball in both hands, looking past me before he swung his arm.
I followed his gaze and ended up looking at a girl with white hair, who was walking absent-mindedly along the edge of the field and seemed to be looking for someone in the grandstands.
Confused and definitely sure that this wasn't how the game was played, I looked back at Noah, who, with a devilish grin... threw the ball.
He couldn't actually be planning to...
Heat Stroke
Black Math
The ball shot over my head, straight toward the girl.
And only then did I feel the tingling sensation in my neck that told me she was radiating Quatura energy.
“Noah, what the hell are you doing?!” Nash yelled.
Holding my breath, I watched as the ball approached the Quatura.
Then someone shot past me. The professor.
“Julie!” he exclaimed.
The Quatura turned her head, her eyes wide with shock.
But before the ball could seriously injure her, the strange guy threw himself into the air and caught the ball, which must have been flying at a dangerous speed.
Arising uproar of shock swept through the audience.
I stared at the man.
Had his eyes behind the transparent visor just turned completely black?
No, impossible...
His helmet was in the way and he had turned slightly the moment he had landed, so I couldn't see anymore.
The Quatura stared at the man lying at her feet, who was getting up with the ball in his arms.
Only now did I notice the slight curve beneath her white top.
Horrified, I looked back at Noah.
Did you seriously throw the ball at a pregnant woman?
Noah turned his head toward me but did not respond through our connection.
The teams rushed over to me and the professor, including Noah, who patted Nash on the shoulder with a laugh.
What an idiot.
Did he want to risk a war with the witches?
