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

"And that’s the end of the third quarter! The North Wolves... have bared their fangs."

"Led by their Shepherd, they’ve controlled the tempo, dismantled Horizon’s rhythm, and built an eight-point lead. Is this just experience? Or the difference between hunters... and prey?"

"Maybe. But Horizon clawed back late. They’re still breathing. The fourth quarter... is a battlefield."

...

Horizon Bench

The buzzer faded.

The gym dimmed just a fraction.

Dirga dropped onto the bench, sweat soaking through his jersey. His jaw tight. His fingers clenched around Ayaka’s wristband.

Sayaka approached with a towel and water bottle. Silent. Supportive.

Aizawa sat beside him—shoulders sagging, hands trembling.

He stared at nothing.