Let Kaito cook.
One bounce.
Stop.
Rise.
Fade.
Bang.
69 – 68.
"KAITO AGAIN! Fadeaway fire! This is what we waited for!"
"But there's no time to celebrate—Kurotsuki's sprinting back like wolves."
…
Kurotsuki answered.
This time, Taniguchi brought it.
Low dribble. Sharp pace.
Dirga rotated to meet him—
But it was bait.
Sho slipped in behind the play, ghost-screen low.
A blur. A flick.
Taniguchi zipped it to Toshiro at the slot.
One bounce. Pull-up.
Splash.
69 – 70.
No celebration.
No raised fists.
Just silence honed into rhythm.
…
The court felt tighter now.
Like every step pressed down on a wire.
Each pass—
a thread set on fire.
Fragile.
Crackling.
Perfectly timed.
Dirga exhaled.