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

Asahi’s eyes narrowed. The usual cold calculation flickered with something new—

A chill.

Doubt.

He looked across the court, then back toward the Horizon bench.

To Coach Tsugawa Masaki.

To the man who changed Europe’s tempo years ago.

Who now stood still, arms crossed, watching like a conductor listening to a symphony reaching crescendo.

Then back to Dirga, now standing just beyond the arc, hands relaxed, but legs twitching with kinetic energy.

Asahi exhaled.

"We answer it. We hit the paint. Target the mismatch."

Tsukasa nodded.