Tendou couldn't quite handle the way Momoi's mom kept looking at him—
That sorrowful, almost wistful gaze.
So he left with Momoi and headed to a nearby court.
"Swish!"
Tendou showcased what he had just mastered: two mid-air shooting motions culminating in a clean bucket.
Even Momoi, standing off to the side, was left stunned.
That level of difficulty… and he nailed it on the second try?
"It went in, but... it still feels off," she said after a pause.
"Your version of the Flare Shot—it's different from Himuro's."
"That's exactly why I ca to you."
Yes, Tendou had pulled off the shot by sheer force of talent.
But where Himuro's Flare Shot had a kind of deceptive beauty—almost like the ball had vanished—Tendou's was too… pure.
It lacked that illusionary effect.
He had done it with sheer hang ti.
But in a real ga, that wouldn't be enough to make the shot feel like it disappeared.
"So what's the difference between my version and his?"
"Maybe… the spin?" Momoi furrowed her brow, trying to recall footage from Yōsen's matches.
She ntally replayed Himuro's form—shot by shot—until she found the missing piece.
"It's the ball's rotation!"
"Himuro doesn't have your insane hang ti. He can't stay in the air nearly as long. So when he releases the ball, it cos back down a lot faster."
Ball descent speed…
That got Tendou thinking.
After just a few monts, he picked the ball back up.
Momoi, noticing his focus, stepped forward to help.
"Let
assist!"
She spread her arms wide to simulate a defender. But before she could react—
Tendou was already right in front of her.
He had barely taken a single step, and he was there.
That flawless face—so close—stole her breath away.
She'd always watched him from the sidelines.
But standing this close, feeling his presence firsthand—it was a totally different experience.
Tendou, however, was fully locked in on the rim.
He burst upward like an eagle, completing two shooting motions mid-air, and buried the ball in the net.
"There."
"That should do it."
He was incredibly fast at picking things up.
When you had the hardware, the rest was just puzzle-solving.
"Th-that fast?" Momoi stamred.
She'd barely even processed the chanics.
Then again—her eyes had been a little too preoccupied with his unfairly perfect face.
Of course he'd nailed it.
Tendou's hands were strong—he was a swordsman.
His signature moves, "Dismantle" and "Cleave
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