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Chapter 2 - Chapter 0 – Grandfather’s Court

Quezon City, Philippines

Summer, 2011. Elias is 12.

The court was cracked.

The rim was bent.

The ball was half-flat.

But Elias showed up every morning.

No coach. No drills.

Just his grandfather.

Lolo Manlapig

He never raised his voice.

He never clapped.

He never corrected twice.

He sat on a plastic chair, cane across his lap, eyes sharp.

"Dribble once. Then stop."

Elias obeyed.

"Now listen."

Elias waited.

"The court will tell you what's wrong. Not me."

First Lesson – Silence Isn't Emptiness

Elias dribbled.

Stopped.

Listened.

He heard the echo.

The uneven bounce.

The wind through the chain-link fence.

"You hear that?" Lolo asked.

Elias nodded.

"That's the court telling you your rhythm is off."

Elias didn't speak.

But inside, something clicked.

Silence wasn't emptiness.

It was feedback.

Second Lesson – Speak Only When Anchored

One afternoon, Elias missed five free throws in a row.

He cursed under his breath.

Lolo stood.

"If you speak without anchoring, you leak."

Elias looked down.

"So when can I speak?"

Lolo walked to the free-throw line.

Picked up the ball.

Shot once. Swish.

"When your silence has weight."

Third Lesson – Emotion Is Not Performance

Elias cried once.

Not from pain.

From frustration.

He couldn't beat his cousin in one-on-one.

He threw the ball. Sat down. Covered his face.

Lolo didn't comfort him.

He sat beside him.

"You feel because you care.

But don't perform your pain.

Encode it."

Elias wiped his face.

Picked up the ball.

Played again.

Final Scene – The Promise

On Elias's 13th birthday, Lolo gave him a folded letter.

"If you ever reach the league, don't chase applause.

Don't chase stats.

Don't chase legacy."

Elias frowned.

"Then what do I chase?"

Lolo smiled.

"Nothing.

You anchor.

And let the system chase you."

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