Dirga come and stop Taiga
" Remember our strategy"
Dirga was furious—boiling inside. Every part of him screamed to lash out, to bark at the refs, to shove Reiji through a wall. His fists clenched, breath sharp, vision narrowing.
But he didn't move.
Because he knew the truth.
Anger is a trap.
And Rakuzan had laid it perfectly.
They didn't just play basketball. They played emotions, timing, pride. And if Horizon cracked—even for a second—it was over.
Dirga exhaled, slow and hard.
We're not here to lose control.
We're here to win.
The scoreboard ticked.
Rakuzan 6 – Horizon 4.
Asahi's first free throw arced high—then dropped through without touching the rim.
7 – 4.
The crowd was feeding now—roaring, licking their lips at every call. This wasn't just momentum.
This was control.
Possession resumed. Rakuzan didn't slow down. They accelerated.
Tsukasa brought it up again, but this time, he didn't even call a play. He glanced once at Reiji, and that was enough.
