There it is. Yuya pulls back the pole and swings with surprising precision right for the hole. Just to get it a little weaker. And then it's all on his shield and he runs up to the prism and presses his hands against the glass, pushing and rolling waves of his shield over and over. It's starting to make him dizzy, the constant rebound, but he can't stop. He's so close.

"Gongenzaka!"