Horizon vs. Kurotsuki : The Forgotten Fang 1

Toyonaka Horizon High 50 - Nagano Kurotsuki High 41

"Another quarter of Dirga's vision! He really is the maestro!"

"Maestro, phantom, tempo-breaker—he's writing this game like a symphony."

"Yeah, but Kurotsuki doesn't break. They bend. Let's see what they've been hiding."

…

Horizon Bench

Laughter—not loud, but low and warm, like jazz under breath.

Taiga draped his towel like a cape, smirking beneath it.

Aizawa elbowed Rikuya in the ribs, murmuring a box-out joke only they could hear.

Dirga drank water slowly, eyes half-lidded, listening—not to voices, but breath.

No one was gassed.

They were breathing in rhythm.

Tuned.

The tempo?

Theirs.

Coach Tsugawa barely needed to speak.

He just gave a small nod and said:

"Don't slow down. Just finish the piece."

Then—

Kaito stepped forward.