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

Rakuzan tried to bait contact again—

But Horizon avoided it like a dance.

Clean movement. Measured rhythm.

Every foul Rakuzan wanted to fish—was a ghost in their hands.

The game is electrifying—Rakuzan’s relentless press is suffocating, while Horizon fights desperately to break through and score. Every possession is a war, with Rakuzan crashing the paint like a storm, determined to dominate.

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4th Quarter – 4:07

Rakuzan 65 – Horizon 63.

The gym was a furnace—packed with breath, heat, and the tension of a single shot.

Kaito staggered toward the bench, one hand pressed to his ribs, the other wiping sweat from his eyes. His chest rose and fell in ragged waves.

Coach Tsugawa met his gaze.