Disclaimer: Ownership of KnB belongs rightfully to Fujimaki Tadatoshi-san. I only own this piece of writing.
A/N: Hello to you guys who dropped in to read my beginner's writing. I thank you all so much! This is my first short fic (perhaps more of a drabble?) And I hope you guys will like it. This is just a third person's narration of how the end of the Winter Cup was like (think the narrator's voice from the anime, XD). Be generous with your comments. I'll receive all with open arms.
In the final seconds that ticked by, it was made clear the doubts and belittlement that used to overshadow their promises of victory, is now slowly dissipating between the faint lines of a supposedly concrete reality, and into a realm of non-existence. From the shadows of those hailed as the prodigies and masters of the sport, a new successor claimed the throne, as champions of the game.
The Winter Cup has crowned their new kings.
The journey towards the pedestal they stood now, had been one of great magnitude. For each of the individuals of the Seirin team, it holds a different meaning. For some, it was a journey of self-discovery. Others, a rematch between old rivals. And there are those who seek the thrill and euphoria of a hard won match.
But some things are for sure.
The blood, sweat and tears shed along the pain staking road they took, has led them to the chalice of fulfilment. Of the dream they held in tight, resolute fists, their passion and sacrifice has given it a precious breath of life. The promise of fulfilling a dream, once a vessel that held the spirit of its members, their dreams are now a reality.
Seirin is now in their rights, the undefeated.
Seirin is now, number one in Japan.