Extra Basket-Chapter 162 - 149: Division Cup Vorpal vs Storm (3)

The court was a battlefield not of brute force, but of tempo, rhythm, and control.

The hardwood glistened under the lights, every bead of sweat shimmering like fallen sparks

from a forge.

Lucas Graves dribbled up the left wing.

His eyes? Locked.

His heartbeat? Calm.

Across from him, the predator stood —

Kagetsu Renjiro, arms relaxed, feet light, head low.

But his presence was like lightning before the strike.

Lucas remembered his words:

"You can copy movement..."

"...but can you copy my limits?"

(Limits, huh...?)

Lucas’s mind filtered the moment like a machine.

(You’re right. I can’t copy what you were born with.)

(Not your wingspan. Not your explosive calves. Not that mutant leap.)

But his feet shifted. His center lowered.

(But what I can copy... is how you choose.)

He remembered every move Kagetsu made earlier.

Not just the motion, but the reason behind it.

The rhythm. The pauses. The weight of each decision.

Lucas’s dribble stopped.

He jab-stepped right nothing. Kagetsu didn’t bite.

(Just like I thought. You only jump when the rhythm breaks. Not when it pulses.)

Lucas jabbed again. This time left. Kagetsu shifted his shoulder slightly.

Lucas grinned.

(There you are.)

SUDDENLY

He exploded left—

Not with power, but with timing.

He didn’t aim to blow past Kagetsu.

He aimed to slide between his gears.

The exact frame Kagetsu rebalanced from his fake.

Kagetsu’s eyes flickered. A half-second late.

Lucas spun, whipped his back to the defender,

switched hands, stepped through.

CRASH.

Malik Okafor rotated to block—

But Lucas didn’t even flinch.

Kick-out to Louie on the wing.

Louie catch, set, FIRE.

SWISH.

..

ANNOUNCER (screaming): "LOUIE DAVAS FOR THREE!! Vorpal takes the lead back!"

Score: Vorpal 15 – Roanoke Storm 13

...

On the bench, Ethan Albarado leaned back slightly, arms crossed.

"He’s not just copying anymore..."

"...he’s choosing."

Beside him, Ayumi’s pen hovered above the clipboard.

"Is he—reading the defender now?"

Ethan nodded once.

"Lucas is doing more than mimicking."

"He’s finally becoming a reader."

Kagetsu didn’t look shaken.

He just watched Lucas jog back down the court, a half-smirk rising on his lips.

He muttered, under his breath:

"...not bad, copycat."

...

Jamie (Commentator) exploded.

"Lucas Graves—breaking rhythm with rhythm! And Louie capitalizes!"

"Roanoke Storm might be strong, but Vorpal’s evolving on the fly!"

....

As the game reset, Kai clapped once on defense.

"Let’s hold! Watch for Flash Step!"

Louie locked in.

Coonie growled under his breath.

Jeremy cracked his neck.

And Lucas?

He looked at Kagetsu again.

No fear. No tension.

Just that hungry gleam in his eye.

(Let’s keep dancing, Thunderclap.)

...

1st Quarter

Score: Vorpal 15 – Roanoke 13

Possession: Roanoke Storm

The gym was holding its breath.

The ball was inbounded to Marcus "Flash" Daniels, Roanoke’s lightning-fast point guard. He zipped up the court with his signature goggles glinting under the lights.

Louie Davas stayed with him, shoulder-to-shoulder.

"Stay tight, Louie—don’t give him the crossover," Kai muttered from the weak side, calling out screens before they even formed.

Flash Daniels didn’t drive. He didn’t even look for the pass.

He just...

waited.

Because the real play was building behind the scenes.

Tyrese Caldwell cut hard right. Malik Okafor set a high pick.

But none of them touched the ball.

Because it was all a distraction.

The crowd’s volume dipped like instinct itself was sensing it.

Kagetsu Renjiro.

He was already in motion.

From the left wing, he burst into a wide curl-cut, looping off a down screen from Andre "Tank" Malone, shaking Coonie Smith loose like dust from his shoulder.

....

Commentator Jamie:

"He’s moving—Kagetsu’s curling around that screen like a pro! What a cut!"

Coach Doyle:

"He’s not cutting to shoot. He’s cutting to test."

...

Kagetsu caught the ball near the top of the arc.

Lucas Graves was there late by half a step but already closing hard.

Kagetsu didn’t shoot.

He jab-stepped.

Lucas didn’t bite.

Then a stutter-dribble left Kagetsu’s shoulder dipped.

Lucas slid.

(He’s testing my reaction speed.)

Then Kagetsu exploded RIGHT.

A hard drop-step.

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Kagetsu planted one foot.

Elevated.

Ethan’s thoughts from the bench:

(He’s going for the midair choice again. Show the drive, test the block angle, then adjust.)

Kagetsu adjusted midair.

He twisted, arm extended —

double-clutch layup around Jeremy’s hand.

SWISH.

Clean.

...

Commentator Jamie (with awe):

"And Kagetsu finishes it! That’s not just athleticism — that’s decision-making at full speed."

Coach Doyle:

"And that’s what makes him dangerous. He’s not just reacting. He’s orchestrating."

....

Score: 15–15

Lucas didn’t look frustrated.

Just focused.

He backpedaled with narrowed eyes.

"Okay..." he whispered.

"So that’s how you play."

..

Meanwhile From the bench, Ethan Albarado sat forward elbows on knees, eyes locked on the floor like a tactician watching battlefield formations shift under fog.

But this fog wasn’t clouding his vision.

It was sharpening it.

He just saw Kagetsu Renjiro adapt mid-air.

Not once.

But twice.

And Lucas Graves?

Wasn’t outplayed.

He was being pulled in.

(He’s not just attacking Lucas... he’s measuring us. One piece at a time.)

Ethan’s gaze slid to the Roanoke bench.

Coach Halter stood calm, arms crossed.

(Halter’s letting Kagetsu read. Giving him control. That means... the game flow is in Kagetsu’s hands, and that’s the first war we’re losing.)

(I wanted to analyze them. But I underestimated how fast he would analyze us.)

Ethan stood up, arms folded.

His voice didn’t raise but Ayumi still glanced at him beside the clipboard.

Ayumi: "You’re calculating something."

Ethan: "Yeah."

His eyes narrowed on the court.

(Roanoke Storm is playing one style — read-and-react basketball. Freeform offense, tight chemistry, adaptable.)

(But that kind of play depends on rhythm. Spacing. Tempo control.)

He tapped his knuckle against the padded bench seat.

(So if I want to win... we need to cut their rhythm. Force mismatches. Mess with their comfort. Play asymmetrically.)

He looked at the players on court:

Louie. Kai. Lucas. Coonie. Jeremy.

All fighters. All with flaws.

But flaws weren’t weaknesses in Ethan’s eyes.

They were chaos vectors.

(They don’t expect this lineup to shift control.)

He turned slightly to Coach Fred who was still munching on a protein bar, pretending to be interested.

"Coach. Call timeout next dead ball. I’m changing the deck."

Fred blinked. "Uh—sure, yeah, timeout. Real strategy stuff. Hehehe..."

Ayumi raised a brow, whispering:

"What’s the play?"

Ethan’s response?

"We break the tempo. Their tempo. From here on out..."

"...this isn’t basketball. This is noise."

A beat of silence.

Suddenly a voice from the bench.

"Ethan," Evan Cooper said, standing, his towel slung around his neck. "What are you going to do?"

Ethan didn’t turn.

He stared at the court, where Kagetsu Renjiro was still gliding like a phantom across the hardwood.

Then he spoke.

"I have a strategy."

"And this strategy is going to be our foundation in the second quarter."

Evan tilted his head. "Foundation?"

Ethan turned now slowly. His eyes were serious, calm. Focused like the calm before a storm.

"Their playstyle is rhythm-based. They play with instinct, synergy, reaction. If we keep playing normal basketball, they’ll find the beat. They’ll make it their song."

"So we mess with the beat. Change the rhythm. Add chaos. Push them off tempo — and then..."

He looked at Ayumi, Evan, and the rest of the bench.

"...we start our game."

Ayumi’s eyes widened.

Evan clenched a fist slowly.

"You’re going to unbalance them..."

Ethan nodded once.

"Their strength is flow. But even a river can’t flow if the current keeps changing direction."

Just then a whistle blew.

Dead ball.

The scoreboard ticked.

Timeout: Vorpal Basket

Coach Fred jumped like he meant to call it.

"Yeah! Timeout! I was just about to say that, heh... strategy, right?"

Ethan was already walking onto the court, clipboard in hand now — Ayumi quickly handing it over.

The players gathered.

And with them the storm Ethan had planned to summon.

To be continue

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