The arc — pure.
Swish.
85 – 85.
04:11 minutes
The crowd roared, but there was no time to breathe
…
Toyonaka inbounded.
Masaki didn't wait.
A flash. A blur. A storm.
No Taiga. No Dirga.
The gap was there.
Masaki sliced through the defense like a knife through silk.
One dribble. One gather.
A smooth finish at the rim.
85 – 87.
Horizon answered.
Kaito called the play.
No panic. No rush.
This time—he used the paint.
A bounce pass inside—
Rikuya caught it.
Drop step. Spin. Power.
SLAM.
87 – 87.
"Rikuya answers with authority!"
But Masaki was already moving again.
This time—Horizon sent the double.
Aizawa. Hiroki.
One in front, one at his hip. Bodies close. Arms wide.
They didn't need to stop him.
They just needed to force the pass.
Masaki gritted his teeth—
Kick-out to Haruto in the paint.
Rikuya stepped up.
Haruto didn't force it—
He swung it fast to the corner.
Daichi. Open. Pulls up.
Shot.
Clang! Off the rim!
The ball popped high—
