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CH 30

Man... I've been writing so much, I think my hand's about to snap off.
Someone better give me a freakin' award for this!

The gym was thick with tension—heavy and electric.
The sharp scent of metal, sweat, and something hungrier filled the air.

Yoshiro stood like a shadow at the center, hands on his hips, golden eyes cold and sharp.
Watching. Measuring.

"You heard me," his voice cut through the heavy silence. "Move."

The first clash was instant.
Bachira lunged at the ball first, teeth bared in a wild grin, but Chigiri was already there, a blur of red and motion, cutting him off with brutal speed.

Bachira laughed under his breath—but there was no real humor in it.

Isagi moved next, sharp and strategic, weaving in with a cold focus that looked like it hurt to hold.
His jaw was tight, his headache forgotten

Gagamaru, wild and heavy, crashed into the fray like a boulder set loose. No plan. No grace. Just force.

The sounds of bodies colliding, shoes scraping hard against the floor, short breaths and the occasional low growl filled the gym.

No one was playing safe.
No one was holding back.

Yoshiro's lips barely twitched—maybe something close to approval.

"Faster," he said, voice low but slicing through the chaos. "Smarter."

The ball was a prize, but so was pride.
No one wanted to be the weak link—not under his gaze.

Chigiri darted forward, hair whipping behind him like a crimson blade, cutting between Bachira and Isagi with ruthless precision.
But Bachira, unhinged and unpredictable, twisted mid-run, sending Chigiri stumbling.

A heartbeat later, Gagamaru slammed into them both, sending a shudder through the ground.

It was messy. Violent.

Isagi cursed under his breath, scrambling to regain control, eyes burning with a desperate light.

And Yoshiro just watched.
Silent. Unforgiving.

Like a god judging his warriors.

"More," he said, barely above a whisper.
But they all heard it.
Felt it.

He stepped forward, slow and deliberate, like a predator closing in on his prey. His voice cut through the silence like a blade.

"Good, but not enough."

The words were sharp, leaving no room for comfort. He tilted his head slightly, watching the way Bachira’s chest rose and fell, the way Isagi clenched his fists, the twitch of Gagamaru's muscles.

"Listen carefully," he continued, each word ringing with authority. "You’re not here just to win. You’re here to break your limits."

His eyes flicked toward Isagi, who looked like he was still recovering from the intensity of the play.

"Isagi," Yoshiro's voice held an edge, cool but cutting. "You’re overthinking. You think too much about the next move, not the now. Anticipate the play, not the reaction. Let the ball come to you."

Isagi blinked, a little surprised, but there was a flicker of understanding in his eyes. He nodded slightly, his gaze sharpening.

Yoshiro turned to Bachira next, the playful grin still lingering on his face, despite the exhaustion.