Miho's first step didn't sound like a foot hitting the floor.
It sounded like the court flinched.
Ethan's pupils contracted instantly, body curling into defensive stance, but Miho wasn't attacking with speed or force.
He attacked with displacement his body sliding into angles that shouldn't logically fit together, like frames of animation layered incorrectly.
Ryan hissed through his teeth.
"Bro, he just folded space."
Lucas didn't blink.
"No. He's folding timing."
Miho's second step peeled sound away from the gym.
The audience noise didn't vanish
it simply stopped mattering.
The moment he crossed the three-point line, the Wildcats aligned.
Jun Seo rotated behind him, shoulders dropping into a low stance that perfectly mirrored Miho's lean.
Armi moved like a whip fast, loose, and almost rhythm-less.
Davis locked Brandon inside a seal that felt more like a cage closing.
