Pass.
Catch.
One step.
Rise.
Dirga's form twisted in the air.
Perfect. Effortless.
THREE.
BOOM.
35 – 23.
Coach Renjirō's laptop beeped.
The code window flickered. His hands hovered over the keys—but froze.
On-screen, Dirga's movement string rendered as:
[ NULL ]
UNDEFINED INPUT
ERROR: PREDICTION FAILURE
"...We can't track him," Renjirō whispered.
Back on the court, the world still slowed.
The Godframe—still active.
Dirga scanned again.
Hiroki flared to the corner—his arc stiff. He's a decoy.
Taiga's post-up looked solid—but his shoulder dipped. He's baiting a double.
The ball rotated. Horizon moved like liquid, sculpted by Dirga's invisible baton.
He wasn't calling plays.
He was conducting.
A Maestro way.
Then—he saw it.
A pressure line forming on Seiryuu's weak side. A miscommunication. A mismatch.
Thread locked.
Timer: 12 seconds left.
Godframe: 14 seconds remaining.
"Now."
Dirga cut diagonally—ruthless, perfect.
Caught the ball mid-stride.
