Dirga come and stop Taiga
" Remember our strategy"
Dirga was furious—boiling inside. Every part of him screamed to lash out, to bark at the refs, to shove Reiji through a wall. His fists clenched, breath sharp, vision narrowing.
But he didn't move.
Because he knew the truth.
Anger is a trap.
And Rakuzan had laid it perfectly.
They didn't just play basketball. They played emotions, timing, pride. And if Horizon cracked—even for a second—it was over.
Dirga exhaled, slow and hard.
We're not here to lose control.
We're here to win.
The scoreboard ticked.
Rakuzan 6 – Horizon 4.
Asahi's first free throw arced high—then dropped through without touching the rim.
7 – 4.
The crowd was feeding now—roaring, licking their lips at every call. This wasn't just momentum.
This was control.