Horizon vs. Kurotsuki : The Quarter Composed 3

Mid-range.

No gather.

No arc.

Just release.

Like slipping a knife between pages.

Swish.

23 – 17.

…

Horizon possession.

Dirga brought it up—fast, but never loose.

Each step measured.

Each breath drawn like a chess clock ticking down.

Left—Aizawa.

Right—Taiga.

Eyes scanned.

He saw it:

Kurotsuki's defense curling inward around Kaito.

A trap forming before the ball even touched him.

But this play?

This wasn't about a hero moment.

It was about reclaiming order.

Kaito floated off-ball.

No flash.

No call.

Just drifted into gravity's blind spot.

Dirga saw it—instinct firing faster than words.

Snap pass to Taiga.

Elbow screen.

Contact like a whisper.

Quick handoff.

Kaito caught it mid-stride—

Slashed down the left seam—

One dribble.

Two.

Sho rotated.