Chapter 8: Three Rounds, No Pull-Out
Now all that was left for Nash was to drop his newly earned six PP into the spots that made the most sense.
One point into Agility for tighter footwork, another into Reflex so he’d stop reacting late on cuts. He poured two into Stamina, if he wanted to grind quests all day and still hold his own on the court, that bar had to stretch.
One went to Movement IQ, sharpening his instincts. The last went to Short Shot, because close-range buckets shouldn’t be a gamble anymore.
He leaned back and watched the court.
Sarra and Lina weren’t around yet, probably wouldn’t show until later in the afternoon. They always came together, and always after lunch. That gave him a few hours to work with.
A group was forming on the far side. Not the casual kids this time, older players, sharp sneakers, real body language.
Court regulars. A couple already warming up with long passes and heavy dunks. Not pros, but not amateurs either.
That’s when the idea sparked.
Last time I got a quest for playing. If I push this, maybe I can trigger another one here...
He stood up, wiped his hands on his shorts, and jogged over.
"Yo," he called out. "You guys playing for something or just stretching legs?"
A tattooed collarbone guy looked him over, unimpressed.