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... e crowd hummed like static. The arena felt tight—compressed by tension and anticipation.
We gathered at the bench. Sweat clung to our necks, but Coach Tsugawa's voice cut through the haze like a whip.
"Dirga," he said, eyes locking on mine, "you said you wanted to test that pass, right? One-touch. Creative. Whatever it takes."
I nodded.
"Then now's the time."
"Coach, I'll do it. No matter what."
He glanced over at Kaito. "You'll get in and move to ...
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