Takeru feeds Kenta deep in the block. Rikuya leans in.
Too much.
Kenta lobs it over—Renji skies in.
Slam.
28 – 28.
The scream shakes the gym.
And the score is tie
That scream doesn't shake Dirga. It focuses him.
Back on offense, Horizon adjusts.
Kaito stays off-ball. Dirga commands the pace now, walking it up with a boxer's bounce. Not fast. Not slow. Just uncomfortable.
He calls a ghost screen from Aizawa, knowing full well Hyōgo will switch. He wants them to.
They do.
And now the mismatch is there: Hyōgo's power forward caught out high, guarding Dirga's handle.
Dirga crosses low, sweeps right, then stops dead—the defender over-commits.
Inside pivot.
Spin.
Contact.
Shoulder to chest.
Dirga absorbs it, elevates, and flicks a floater over Renji's late rotation.
Swish.
But it doesn't drop.