New Uniforms, All The Way To The Finals!

The morning air was crisp as Sota Kazemachi exited the hospital, his every step feeling lighter than the one before. The doctor's words rang in his ears like a symphony: "You're fully recovered." Months of grueling therapy, relentless determination, and endless drills had led him here. At his side stood Jack Mercer, arms crossed, a satisfied smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Get yourself together," Jack said, his tone a mix of sternness and encouragement. "We've got Regionals to win. One more game tomorrow, and then it's the quarterfinals. Seiryuu High's barely hanging on, but with you back in the game, we've got a real shot."

Sota nodded, his resolve hardening. He'd worked tirelessly to stay in shape even while recovering, pushing through every twinge of pain to prepare for this moment. And now, it was time to show everyone that he wasn't just ready – he was hungry.