"FUCK IT! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TRYING TO DO?!" Ayumu Seko, the most hot-blooded person on the team, rushed toward the boy without hesitation. "ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL SOMEONE HERE?! IS THIS HOW YOU PLAY BACK HOME, HUH?!"
Everyone was so stunned for a moment, not expecting an outburst from Ayumu Seko. However, when they saw Ito was down on the floor, rolling around with his wound from the first half open again and traces of blood were everywhere, some of the most hot-blooded players like Kawabe or even Makino didn't hesitate here.
"Fuck you! This is an assault!"
"What the hell are you trying to do here?!"
Of course, the Senegalese players would never let their star get surrounded. They attacked back, pushing all the Japanese players with their superior strength. However, if anything, this only made the commotion bigger than ever.
"REF, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?! HE IS TRYING TO MURDER OUR CAPTAIN!"
"WHAT?! YOU WANT TO FIGHT TOO?! COME HERE!"
