Aligned Fantasy
The crowd had fallen into a strange, stunned silence, fully focused now, not on the game as a whole, but on the fierce, elemental battle unfolding at center court.
It was Ace versus Ace.
Taiga dribbled hard, his sneakers squealing as he twisted left, then right, trying to shake Kota off his tail. But the other boy was glued to him, fluid, alert, a hunter matching every move. They clashed like titans in a dance of war, neither giving an inch.
"You’re good, Taiga," Kota growled, breathless. “But I won’t let you win.”
Ten seconds.
Eight.
The rest of the court faded away. Teammates halted mid-move, coaches stopped barking orders. Even the referees stood frozen, watching the gladiators at the cen
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