Asher Donovan woke up with the taste of blood in his mouth.It was 6:15 a.m. on the rugby field. During practice, Theo’s shoulder had smashed straight into his face during a drill. It was a clean hit but it was just part of the game. No anger, no grudges, no resentment. He spat on the wet grass, saw the red stain, and laughed it off. The sting faded quickly. He jumped back up and kept moving. The field felt alive in the early morning. Boots tore through the grass, Shouts echoed around the empty stands, Finn’s speaker blasted loud music that cut through the cold air. Asher sprinted down the sideline, caught Finn’s pass, took another hit to the ribs, and still managed to pass the ball to Theo despite the sharp pain from the hit. The play was fast and smooth. Everything aligned.The whistle blew. It signaled water break.Asher dropped to one knee, breathing hard. His jersey was soaked with sweat. He poured water over his head and shook it off. The cold air cleared his mind for a moment
最終更新日 : 2026-06-16
