"I'm Rikuya Kanzaki," he said. "One of the Kings of the Court."
The air seemed to shiver, a low hum vibrating through the corridor. Marcus froze mid-step, Yuuto stiffened, and even the echoes of sneakers on polished floors sounded muted, as if time itself hesitated to move. The weight of Kanzaki's words sank deep into the pit of their stomachs.
Kanzaki smirked, the kind of smile that didn't just reach the lips—it radiated dominance. "I've been watching your game," he continued, eyes narrowing with deliberate intensity. "You've got fire, but you're still rough. If that was your 'limit,' then you're not ready for what's next."
He stepped closer, the movement precise, almost predatory. His gaze locked onto Yuuto. "Especially you, Prodigy of the court "
Yuuto's jaw clenched. His pulse picked up, every nerve ending vibrating with adrenaline. "You watched the game?" he asked, his voice tight.
