Dirga's voice broke through the pressure like a spear:
"If you don't believe in yourselves—
Then believe in me.
I'll bring you to the final.
No—
I'll carry you to nationals."
...
The buzzer sounded, and the players stepped onto the hardwood again.
Dirga's foot touched the court.
And the world… shifted.
[Maestro State: Activated]
[Flow State Detected – Game Pressure Index: 213%]
[Threshold Broken — Boost Scaling 300% | Duration: 03:00]
[Tempo Sight: GODFRAME – Activated | Duration: 00:45]
Three system prompts—no hesitation.
The Maestro was no longer just playing.
He was conducting war.
A sharp breath. The gym vanished behind a curtain of pure focus.
Colors bled. Noise warped.
Then—
Clarity.
Everything slowed.
The shifting of shoes.
The twitch of Teshima's eyebrow.
The coil in Seta's stance.
The flicker of breath behind Mikami's lips.
It was like returning to a life once lived, a version of himself that had danced on the edge of genius and collapse.
