High above the court in the VIP observation deck of the Boston Arena, three shadows watched the game unfold.
The light from the court below flickered across their faces, painting them in rhythm with the roars of twenty thousand fans. Every dribble, every pass, every shot reflected in their eyes but their gazes carried different storms.
Kagetsu Renjiro, captain of Roanoke Storm, known as The Human Thunderclap, sat with his hands clasped, elbows resting on his knees. His posture was motionless, but his aura carried quiet pressure, the kind that made even the air hesitate. His Cold steel blue eyes didn't blink once as Ethan's fadeaway rippled through the net.
The crowd exploded. Kagetsu didn't even flinch.
His breath was steady, his voice calm a whisper beneath the thunder.
"His form's refined. But his composure… that's what changed."
He leaned back slightly, eyes tracing the Vorpal formation as it shifted seamlessly from offense to defense.
