And Ryōta?
Jogged too.
Same form.
Same calm.
But the rhythm?
No longer solo.
Dirga was now playing
the counter-melody.
…
Next Kurotsuki Possession.
They tried again.
Same formation. Same hope, rethreaded.
Toshiro broke early—cutting sharp.
Sho sealed tight inside.
Taniguchi curled wide—late, but clean.
And Ryōta?
He floated.
Ghostlike. Evasive.
But this time—
He was ignored.
Dirga didn't glance.
Didn't adjust.
He simply called a soft shift right.
Rei moved—
Half a second early.
Not reacting. Anticipating.
The trap Ryōta had been baiting?
Never came.
The pattern shattered.
Kurotsuki paused.
Hesitated.
Stalled.
Taniguchi forced a fading jumper—
Off-balance.
Clank.
Sho grabbed the rebound—
Solid hands. Good position.
But then—
He froze.
No outlet.