Score: 78–78. Overti Begins.
My chest heaved like I'd just run a marathon. Every muscle in my body scread. My vision blurred, and my legs felt like stone. The Flow had pushed to my limit—no, past it. I collapsed into the bench, drenched in sweat, lungs dragging in air like a broken bellows.
Coach Tsugawa looked down at , eyes searching.
"You're done?" he asked softly.
I couldn't answer right away.
But I knew... I wasn't done.
"I just need... two minutes," I gasped.
He nodded once. "Alright. Kaito."
Our captain stepped forward from the shadows of the bench. His expression was calm—but behind that was a sharp fire. He pulled off his warm-up top and tightened his shoes.
Coach laid a hand on his shoulder. "Run point until Dirga's ready."
Kaito nodded. "I'll give him two minutes of hellfire."
He glanced at .
"You rest. Then co back and finish this together."
Overti Begins
Horizon Lineup: Kaito, Rei, Aizawa, Taiga, Rikuya
Zenith Lineup: Isaiah, Ryoga, Leonard, Haji, Emir
Jump ball again. Rikuya versus Emir.
This ti, Emir slapped it back with more power. Zenith took the opening possession.
They didn't waste ti.
Isaiah jab-stepped, drove in, drew both Taiga and Aizawa—then kicked it to Ryoga in the corner.
Three.
78–81.
Kaito walked the ball up. Slow. Controlled.
No hesitation.
He called for an isolation. Used Rikuya's off-ball screen to shake Isaiah, then drove right into the paint, jumping high, body twisting mid-air—
Reverse layup.
80–81.
He was back.
And we were alive.
The next three minutes were chaos.
Zenith hit again—Leonard with a nasty mid-range fade.
Kaito answered with a dish to Taiga under the rim.
Isaiah exploded for a coast-to-coast layup.
Rei splashed a three in reply.
Back and forth.
84–85.
Every possession felt like it would break the court in two.
From the bench, I gripped my knees, breath finally returning.
I looked up at Coach.
"I'm ready."
He nodded.
Kaito glanced over, smiled, and gave a thumbs-up.
"Then let's end this," I said, stepping onto the hardwood again.
New formation.
PG: Dirga. SG: Kaito.
Two generals.
One mission.
Zenith had to adjust. They couldn't double both of us.
We started slow. First play: I brought the ball up. Isaiah was back on , claws out, eyes sharp.
But I wasn't rattled anymore.
Not after all we'd endured.
I called for a screen, baited the trap—and dished a one-touch pass behind my back to Kaito.
Catch. Pull-up jumper.
86–85.
Cheers erupted.
The crowd began chanting again—"Horizon! Horizon!"
Zenith tried to reply. Isaiah attacked, but Rikuya and Taiga ford a wall. Forced kick-out. Haji's shot rimd out.
I got the rebound and pushed.
Kaito trailed —cut inside.
I no-look passed it behind , and Kaito caught it in stride, going up against Emir.
Contact. Whistle.
"AND ONE!" Rei scread from the sideline.
The ball dropped in.
88–85.
Kaito stepped to the line.
Sweat dripped down his chin. His arms trembled. But he looked at the rim like he had since day one—with calm.
Swish.
89–85.
But Isaiah Dumont wasn't done.
Zenith rallied. A three by Ryoga. A putback by Leonard.
Score: 89–90.
Now we were trailing. Just under one minute left.
Tiout.
The bench was tense. Everyone stood.
Coach looked at and Kaito.
"This is it," he said. "Either you win it now, or we go ho."
Kaito patted my back. "We've got this."
I nodded.
We walked onto the court together.
Twenty seconds left. Our ball.
I brought it up.
Isaiah waited.
I didn't try to outrun him this ti.
Instead—I used him.
I faked a drive. Isaiah leaned in. I spun, then bounced the ball low, straight through his legs.
It bounced once, landed in Kaito's hands.
He didn't hesitate.
Shot from the wing.
The gym froze.
The arc was clean.
The sound—
Swish.
92–90.
Ten seconds.
Zenith rushed. Isaiah barreled down the court.
He passed to Leonard. Shot from the top of the key.
It hit rim.
Bounced high.
Emir leapt—but Rikuya boxed him out.
I grabbed the rebound.
Horn blared.
Final Score: Horizon 92 – Zenith 90.
We had done it.
We had beaten the undefeated, the physically dominant, the strategic juggernaut.
The crowd lost its mind.
Rei jumped into my arms. Taiga was crying. Aizawa roared like a beast. Coach pumped both fists in the air.
I turned to Kaito, running to him with a grin.
But he wasn't smiling.
He wobbled.
Then—
Collapsed.
"KAITO!" I rushed to catch him before he hit the ground.
Coach and Tsugawa sprinted over.
Kaito gasped for air, gripping my jersey weakly. "I'm fine... just—needed that win..."
"You idiot," I whispered, holding back tears.
"You played till the end."
His lips curled into a tired smile.
"Of course. I'm the captain."
The d team arrived, helping lift him gently onto a stretcher.
But even as he was rolled away, his arm raised in a fist.
The crowd responded in kind.
As I stood there watching him go, one truth settled in my chest:
We weren't just playing basketball.
We were building sothing legendary.
And our final war was waiting.
Next: The Finals – Horizon vs. Toyonaka High.
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