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

The scoreboard still reads 2–2, but it’s meaningless now.

This isn’t a contest of points.

It’s a war of nerves, of ego, of control.

And the first cracks are already forming.

Rakuzan doesn’t slow down—not for a second.

As soon as the ball is inbounded, they charge in transition, like a wave set to crash.

Tsukasa takes the outlet and launches a laser pass cross-court—long, clean, deadly.

Reiji’s already there, like he knew it before it left Tsukasa’s hands.

But he’s not alone.

Asahi is already curling into the wing beside him, like a second shadow.

And right behind—Taiga and Aizawa—locked in, eyes sharp, ready to cut them off.