Horizon Vs Drakes : Shape Of Fire 2

Joji rose.

Not climbed—rose.

Like a warhead launched from the earth.

SLAM.

The rim shook.

The gym followed.

A wave of sound and shock rippled out like a pulse through concrete.

Momentum flipped—

Like a coin spun too long in midair.

11 – 19.

…

Horizon ball.

Dirga brought it up the floor—

Dribble steady as a heartbeat.

But slower.

Not from fatigue.

From weight.

They could feel it now.

The chaos pressing on their lungs.

Tight. Relentless. Invisible.

Their feet didn't just move—they dragged the moment with them. Every step was friction against momentum.

Aizawa cut weakside.

Hiroki floated baseline.

Taiga popped to mid-post, showing hands for the high seal.

Rikuya fought for inside space.

And across from him?

Joji Shimabukuro.

Not a defender.

A structure.

A wall with knees and a pulse.