Neglected to Notorious

Marcus high-fived Caleb as the latter went to the court to substitute him. Marcus sat on the bench, catching his breath and wiping his sweat with an already damp towel. 

He didn't realize he had worked so hard for this game. It was because the gap had been in their favor until now, so it felt like an easy game. However, that wasn't the case. 

They were still doing their best. 

His eyes then fixed on Kai as he played like a veteran on the court. 

Marcus leaned back slightly, his arms crossed over his chest. There was something undeniable about him. Not just his skill—though it was extraordinary—but the way he carried himself. The determination in his eyes and the fire in his movements.

"He's different," Marcus muttered, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

He was different from Zhu. He was different from him. That thought in itself was scary because they were called 'prodigies' back then. If that was the case, then what was Kai?