Extra Basket-Chapter 164 - 151: Division Cup Vorpal vs Storm (5)

2nd Quarter

Score: Vorpal 25 – Roanoke 21

The crowd noise was thunderous. But inside the court, silence reigned for one cold second.

Then Kagetsu moved.

Not with speed. Not with force.

With intention.

Like a blade being unsheathed.

Coonie caught the ball off a side inbound, looking for a swing pass

Marcus "Flash" Daniels appeared out of nowhere, slapped the ball clean, and was gone.

"STEAL!" the announcer shouted.

The court widened with every stride he took.

Coonie gave chase, but Marcus had one more gear his body twisted like a slingshot as he rocketed forward.

Flash Step Crossover into a no-look lob.

From behind the trailing defenders, Kagetsu exploded.

"THUNDERCLAP!!"

His body elevated unnaturally high, knees by his chest, hand cocked back—

BOOM!!

A dunk that shook the rim.

The crowd gasped, even the Vorpal bench instinctively leaned back.

Score: 25–23.

Ayumi whispered from the bench:

"They’re... back to form."

Ethan nodded slowly, unmoved.

"They adjusted."

Lucas spoke up.

"He’s... not forcing it anymore. Kagetsu’s letting others pull gravity, then slicing in."

Ethan narrowed his eyes.

"Correct. Halter switched to a broken rhythm, but with planned chaos. Delayed actions. Deceptive setups. We broke the game’s tempo, now they’re breaking us within it."

...

Back on court

Kai dribbled up for Vorpal.

He faked a high pick Coonie slipped baseline, Louie popped out.

But Malik Okafor rotated early.

"HE READ IT!"

Louie pulled up anyway a contested midrange.

CLANG.

Kagetsu boxed out Jeremy and tipped the rebound to Marcus, who was already running.

Another break.

This time Marcus to Tyrese Caldwell, who didn’t hesitate.

Quick Catch & Shoot — THREE.

SWISH.

Score: Roanoke 26 – Vorpal 25.

Just like that, they reclaimed the lead.

..

Commentator Jamie:

"Just blink and Roanoke Storm flips the script! That three gives them the lead, and it’s their bench standing now!"

Coach Doyle:

"The scary part isn’t just the points, Jamie — it’s the precision. That’s Halter’s chessboard showing through."

....

Meanwhile on Roanoke Bench

Coach Halter standing calmly

He didn’t celebrate.

He didn’t even clap.

He just said:

"Again."

And the Storm rose.

...

Back to Ethan (bench POV)

Time: 5:00 — 2nd Quarter

Score: Roanoke 26 – Vorpal 25

The atmosphere inside the gym pulsed like a live wire. Every possession, every screen, every twitch of muscle now had weight.

Ethan leaned forward, fingers laced beneath his chin as his golden eyes tracked the flow of Roanoke’s rotating defense.

"They’re forcing us to show our hand first. They’re baiting every drive, anticipating every swing."

Lucas glanced sideways, sweat gliding down his cheek.

"So what now?"

Ethan didn’t look at him.

Just smiled.

"Now we play two moves ahead."

He stood, walking calmly toward Coach Fred, who was halfway through chewing a protein bar and still pretending he understood the game like a master tactician.

"Coach..."

Fred blinked, caught off guard.

"Eh?"

"Sub in Aiden White and Josh Turner. Out: Kai and Coonie. Now."

Fred tilted his head like a confused dog.

"...Switch the guards for a forward and a shooter?"

He scratched his neck.

"Sounds complicated, but yeah, sure. Hahah—go go go."

SUBSTITUTION

⏩ In:

Aiden White (#7) – Small Forward

Josh Turner (#8) – Shooting Guard

⏪ Out:

Kai Mendoza (#31) – Forward

Coonie Smith (#6) – Guard/ Forward

Ayumi scribbled something quickly in her clipboard.

"So... what’s the setup now?"

Ethan responded without turning.

"Spiral Motion. Shift defense into overcompensation mode. Josh pulls coverage wide, Aiden slides ghostside. Lucas and Louie become the misdirect."

Ayumi raised an eyebrow.

"...And Jeremy?"

Ethan nodded.

"We make him the axe."

....

Back on Court

Lineup Now:

Lucas Graves – SFLouie Davas – SG

Josh Turner – SG

Aiden White – SF

Jeremy Park – PF

...

Commentator Jamie:

"Wait a second, Coach Doyle — that’s not a traditional lineup. Where’s their PG? Where’s their big?"

Coach Doyle:

"Ethan just turned the chessboard. No lead handler, but three swingmen and one anchor. He’s not attacking their strength — he’s pulling it apart."

...

Possession: Vorpal

Louie brought it up fast.

No setup, no waiting.

He zipped it across to Josh who immediately cut baseline.

Kagetsu twitched, nearly rotating but Lucas moved the same time. Roanoke’s defense hesitated.

Josh kicked it to Aiden.

One dribble. Pull-up midrange.

CLANG—

But Jeremy Park was there.

Tip-in. Clean.

Score: Vorpal 27 – Roanoke 26.

...

Meanwhile

Coach Richard Halter’s eyes narrowed from the Roanoke sideline as he watched Jeremy Park tap in another bucket.

"They’re baiting us now."

His voice was low, but the weight behind it was unmistakable. He didn’t need to yell. His team felt the shift — the wind was changing.

With a snap of his fingers and a hand signal, he turned to the bench.

"Time for subs. Let the starters rest. Bench unit — go stabilize."

.....

Roanoke Storm – Bench Unit Substitution

⏩ In:

Raymond "Razor" Kim (#9) – Combo Guard

Aaron Tate (#7) – Backup Point Guard

Carter "Clutch Kid" Voss (#3) – SG

Dante Walker (#21) – SF/PF, Defender

Elijah "Blessed Defense" Boone (#55) – Center

⏪ Out:

Kagetsu Renjiro (#23)

Marcus Daniels (#1)

Tyrese Caldwell (#12)

Andre Malone (#34)

Malik Okafor (#50)

...

As they checked in, Jamie, the commentator, picked up the shift.

Jamie (Commentator):

"Coach Doyle, that’s the Storm’s full bench. Coach Halter is preserving his starters."

Coach Doyle (Grinning):

"He’s not just resting them. He’s testing Vorpal’s depth. The Storm’s bench isn’t just support — they’re specialists."

...

On the court, the Roanoke bench unit fell into formation instantly.

Raymond Kim pointed like a mini-coach on the floor.

Aaron Tate whispered an audible play.

Carter Voss cracked his neck and smirked.

"Time to show ’em the Clutch Kid ain’t just for fourth quarters."

Dante Walker locked eyes with Lucas.

"Hot hand? You’re mine now."

And at the back...

Elijah Boone, towering and silent, just stepped calmly into the paint, humming a quiet, solemn church hymn.

Ethan watched the change and muttered under his breath:

"He’s buying time."

Ayumi scribbled next to him.

"Their bench is scary efficient."

Ethan nodded slowly.

"Yeah. It’s not rest. It’s recon."

..

As The atmosphere was shifting again.

Not louder but heavier.

Like the gym knew something was about to crack.

On the court, the two sides stood face to face. Roanoke’s bench wasn’t passive. They weren’t stalling for time. They were here to hurt momentum.

Across from Lucas Graves, stood a shadow in sneakers.

Dante Walker.

Broad-shouldered, eyes sharp, stance low he wasn’t just defending. He was studying.

He took a slow step forward, the rubber squealing beneath his shoes.

"Lucas Graves... the copycat... that can copy every movement..."

Lucas didn’t blink.

He just stared back, calculating.

(This man... it seems like he’s not ordinary at all.)

....

Possession: Vorpal

Louie brought the ball up this time, hips swaying slightly as he faked right and shifted left, his chaotic rhythm pulling Roanoke’s defenders into hesitation.

Josh Turner curled around a double screen from Jeremy and Aiden, catching the ball off a pin-down.

Pump. One dribble. Pull-up.

MISS.

But Aiden White SLASHED IN—

BOUNCE TAP TO JEREMY—

PUT-BACK.

Score: Vorpal 29 – Roanoke 26.

...

Commentator Jamie:

"Jeremy Park is EATING up the second chance points! That’s four for him off hustle alone!"

Coach Doyle:

"And Louie’s tempo is just... uncomfortable. Roanoke’s usual switch coverage isn’t sticking like it did in the first."

...

Back on defense —

Lucas squared up Dante. Hands low. Chest tight.

Dante jabbed. Lucas mirrored.

Another fake. Another mirror.

But Dante smirked.

"You think you can copy me, huh?"

He drove left with an awkward rhythm half stutter, half eurostep, a movement meant to break copying mechanics.

Lucas flinched just for a second.

But that’s all it took.

Dante spun threw a behind-the-head pass to Carter Voss at the wing.

Carter pulled up. Release.

SWISH.

Score: Vorpal 29 – Roanoke 28.

Lucas gritted his teeth.

(He didn’t attack me. He baited me... and used me to open the shot.)

Ethan, from the sideline, nodded.

(Roanoke’s bench is specialized. Every one of them has a purpose. But so do we.)

He turned to Ayumi.

"Next phase. Jeremy’s the pivot. Run Ghost Pinwheel."

Ayumi whispered to Coach Fred, who slapped the bench and yelled:

"RUN THE GHOST WHEELY THING ETHAN SAID!"

....

Next Possession – Vorpal Ball

Josh and Aiden cut in opposing arcs. Jeremy fake-screened and peeled out.

Louie dribbled into the chaos spun, jumped, NO LOOK

Lucas caught it off a screen from Jeremy. Wide open.

Pull-up.

SWISH.

Score: Vorpal 32 – Roanoke 28.

Lucas looked at Dante as he backpedaled.

Dante raised an eyebrow.

Lucas smiled.

"I’m not just a copycat. I learn."

..

Meanwhile on the bench

Kagetsu Renjiro, jersey off, towel draped over his shoulders, sat hunched forward, elbows on knees. His eyes tracked every pass, every pivot, but his voice cut sharp and low:

"What are you thinking... Why are you making them play?"

Coach Richard Halter didn’t turn at first.

He stood, arms crossed, eyes locked on the court.

But after a moment, he exhaled.

"You know why, Kagetsu. They don’t stand a chance — not against you. But Dante?"

Kagetsu’s jaw tightened.

"I know..."

Coach Halter finally looked down at him.

His voice was steady but carried the weight of memory.

"He’s good. Just like you. Maybe not as flashy, maybe not as favored. But two years ago, before the attitude, before the fights, before he stopped listening..." freewebnøvel.coɱ

He nodded toward the court, where Dante Walker slid into defensive stance, body low, eyes narrow as he mirrored Lucas Graves.

"...he was your equal."

Kagetsu’s eyes narrowed.

"I remember. That was two years ago."

"And now?"

Kagetsu leaned back slowly, towel falling from his shoulder.

"Now I’m stronger. Sharper. Faster. I’ve trained for this. I’m not just a prodigy anymore—"

He looked at Coach Halter, his voice growing colder.

"I’m the storm. The one they name games after."

Coach Halter chuckled once, but it was low. Not amused — thoughtful.

"That’s true."

"But Lucas Graves... he’s something else."

Kagetsu tilted his head. Silent.

Halter continued.

"He’s not a weapon. He’s a mirror. A living one. And worse — a thinking one."

"He doesn’t just copy. He adapts. He evolves. And if we throw you at him now... he might steal your growth curve before you’re ready to peak."

Kagetsu’s eyes widened slightly.

"You’re holding me back? To protect me?"

Coach Halter didn’t blink.

"No."

He stepped forward and placed a hand briefly on Kagetsu’s shoulder.

"I’m holding you... to unleash you later. When it matters most."

Kagetsu didn’t respond for a moment.

Then:

"So... Dante is your experiment."

"No."

"He’s our countermeasure."

Kagetsu’s gaze returned to the court.

He watched as Lucas Graves crossed up Dante clean only for Dante to recover instantly and block the shot.

Coach Halter followed his line of sight.

"Let’s see how far Lucas can go... before the mirror cracks."

To be continue

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