[ Active Skill Flow State: ACTIVATED ]
[ Pressure Detected: MAXIMUM ]
[ Attribute Boost: 300% ]
[ Timer: 3 Minutes Remaining ]
A pulse cracked through Dirga's core.
Snap.
His eyes widened.
The court blurred—then sharpened.
Every outline, every bead of sweat, every twitching muscle on the opposing side came into razor clarity.
His body?
Reborn.
The fatigue?
Purged.
Veins humming.
Lungs no longer choking.
Muscles tightened and responsive, ready to detonate at his command.
It felt like stepping back into divinity.
"Time to break it."
Dirga brought it up.
Not slow.
Not rushed.
But with intent—like a hunter stalking prey.
Toyonaka set up their defense.
Yuto waited.
He noticed it immediately—
The change.
His feet shifted.
His shoulders tensed.
Dirga wasn't just fast now.
He was inevitable.
He nodded once to Aizawa.
Another time to Taiga.
The plan clicked.
Rikuya moved up from the paint,
Set a ghost screen on the right.
Dirga rejected it.
