"What a turnaround! Toyonaka clawed back from a 9-point deficit, despite coming off an overtime battle against Heian Gakuen in the last round!"
"The big question now — stamina. Toyonaka's proven their toughness, but can Horizon keep up? Can they adapt under this pressure?"
"This might be the best final in years. The intensity, the swings — next-level basketball. It's Black Thunder, Masaki, versus Horizon's Maestro, Dirga."
…
On the Horizon bench…
The players sat like warriors between battles — heads down, chests rising, sweat pooling at their feet. Every breath was a struggle. Every muscle trembled.
Dirga was the most visibly spent.
His Flow State had pushed Horizon into the lead — but it hadn't sealed the win. And now, his body screamed.
Legs heavy. Arms numb. Even his bones felt tired.
Coach Tsugawa knelt down, eyes steady.
"Dirga, you okay?"
Dirga looked up slowly, sweat dripping off his chin.
"I'm okay," he said. But his body told a different story.
