Morning of the Game — Hakuro vs Seiryō
The sun rose like a spotlight.
A golden beam cut across the towering glass walls of the Jamaican National Arena—the largest arena in the region. Reporters were already lined up outside. Cameras clicked. Spectators gathered two hours before the doors even opened. Every conversation trembled with the same electric vibration:
"Hakuro Academy is playing today."
"Seiryō High finally made it to them."
"Ryu Kazen is going to destroy them."
The arena felt alive.
Inside, workers polished the court, the maple floor reflecting the lights like a mirror meant for legends. Banners hung from the rafters—Hakuro's dynasty gold stripping one side, Seiryō's rising blue banners fluttering on the other.
The entire space felt like a battlefield holding its breath.
Hakuro Arrives
The heavy metal doors clanked open.
Hakuro Academy stepped in wearing their white-and-silver warmups—silhouettes sharp, elegant, unmistakably elite.
