The gym echoed with the sound of bouncing balls and sneakers screeching against polished wood. But something was different. The energy was raw. It pulsed — not just with anticipation, but with something deeper.
Resolve.
Coach Fred stood at the center of the court, whistle hanging from his neck, clipboard in hand. Beside him, Ayumi was arranging printed scouting reports on a folding table, stacks of laminated player profiles and match-up sheets ready to distribute.
Lucas stood tall in front of the team, still wearing his sweat-soaked practice jersey. His breath was steady, but his eyes were sharp — filled with fire.
"Listen up, team." Lucas's voice rang out. "We're not just playing anymore. We're fighting — for Ethan, and for what he stood for."
Everyone went quiet.
Louie looked down at the court, jaw clenched. Coonie tugged at his wristband nervously. Evan stood with arms crossed, eyes locked on Lucas. Josh was already nodding. Aiden cracked his knuckles.
