Miho moved first.
Not with speed.
Not with power.
With silence.
Miho moved first.
Not with speed.
Not with power.
With silence.
The moment he took the inbound, the arena felt like it inhaled.
His feet glided almost too smooth drawing a faint blur as if his outline flickered half a step ahead of itself.
The Mirage Play was beginning.
Armi Hassuf curled out of the wing like a whip, Davis Conner dragged Brandon deep into a false post-up, Kenji Takeda shifted angles with the ball like a surgeon, and Jun Seo—
Jun Seo hovered at the top of the arc, almost relaxed…
But Ethan's senses screamed.
"He's the detonator… he's the one who snaps their timing into place."
Miho stepped in.
Kenji delivered the ball back with a touch so soft it felt like the ball teleported.
Evan Cooper shivered.
"That pass… I didn't even see the moment he swung his wrist."
Ayumi in the stands whispered, breath trembling.
