I Died on the Court, Now I'm Back to Rule It

With Dirga completing his two-week quest in the film room, a new Chapter waited—one that didn’t involve sitting or screens.

Fourteen days of watching tape. Fourteen days of rewinding plays, studying spacing, reading defenses. His Tempo Sight was awakened, his instincts sharper than ever.

And now, there was only one week left before the Kansai Regional Tournament.

Coach Tsugawa stood before the team with his clipboard in hand. There was a familiar glint in his eyes—half motivation, half chaos.

"Dirga’s cleared to train fully," he said. "So starting tomorrow... we’re heading out."

Heads turned. Whispers buzzed.

"It’s a five-day retreat. Kurama Village. Mountain area. Kyoto Prefecture. Remote. Cold. No distractions."

Dirga blinked. "Wait, mountain?"

Before he could finish, Taiga and Aizawa exploded beside him.

"TRAINING CAMP?!"

"FIERY YOUTH! HOT SPRINGS! CHARACTER GROWTH!"