The gymnasium still echoed with cheers long after the final whistle. Teikou's victory was absolute, their dominance undisputed. Yet, in the shadow of the roaring applause, Seirin's players sat slumped on their bench, their expressions a mixture of despair and exhaustion.
Their bodies trembled, not only from fatigue but from the sheer weight of defeat. For most of them, this was the worst loss of their lives.
Hiroshi, standing near the exit with his teammates, watched silently. His uniform clung to his skin, drenched in sweat, but his breathing was steady. He looked every bit the unshakable wall he had been throughout the game. And yet, as his eyes lingered on Seirin, he felt something stir within him.
This… is the gap between us and them.
The crowd slowly dispersed, but the memory of Teikou's dominance would spread like wildfire. The whispers had already begun:
"Did you see that Hiroshi guy? He was unreal!"
"Aomine was amazing too, but Hiroshi… it's like the entire game revolved around him."
"I've never seen middle school basketball played like that."
The legend of Teikou—and Hiroshi Kazuya—was taking root.
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Seirin's Resolve
In the locker room, Seirin's coach gathered his team. His voice was calm, but heavy with purpose.
"Yes, we lost," he admitted, not sugarcoating the reality. "We didn't just lose—we were crushed. But that doesn't mean this is the end."
The players raised their heads, eyes bloodshot from frustration.
"What we faced today was the pinnacle of middle school basketball. Teikou is a monster, and Hiroshi…" He paused, recalling the boy's dominance. "…he's on another level entirely. But if you let this defeat define you, then you'll never grow."
Seirin's captain clenched his fists. "Coach, we… we couldn't even fight back. Every shot, every pass—it was like they were playing a different sport."
"That's exactly why we must keep fighting," the coach replied firmly. "If we only measure ourselves against the weak, we'll never rise. Teikou showed us what true strength looks like. And one day, we'll face them again."
The words planted a small spark within the players—a fragile flame that refused to die, even in the crushing shadow of Teikou's might.
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Teikou's Reflection
Back in Teikou's locker room, the mood was entirely different. Victory had become routine, yet something about this game lingered.
Momoi sat with her notebook, her pen scribbling furiously. She had tracked every play, every stat, and yet her gaze often drifted toward Hiroshi.
"Something wrong, Satsuki?" Midorima asked, adjusting his glasses.
She hesitated before replying. "It's Hiroshi. I've been keeping data on all of you, but his growth… it doesn't make sense. His numbers jump too fast. His stamina, his reads, his blocks… it's like he's evolving during the game itself."
Midorima frowned. "That's absurd. Growth like that doesn't happen in real time."
Aomine smirked from his seat, tossing a towel over his head. "You're overthinking it, Momo. Hiroshi's just a freak. But I like it. Makes things interesting."
Akashi, who had been silently tying his shoes, finally spoke. His voice was calm, but carried a weight that silenced the room.
"No, Momoi isn't wrong. Hiroshi's growth isn't normal. Even among us, the so-called Generation of Miracles, his trajectory is unusual."
He looked up, his heterochromatic eyes locking onto Hiroshi, who was sipping water quietly.
"Hiroshi," Akashi said, "what is it that drives you?"
The room fell silent, all eyes turning to him.
Hiroshi set the bottle down and smirked faintly. "What drives me? Simple. I want to see how far I can go. I want to test the limits of basketball… and break them."
There was no hesitation in his tone, no arrogance—just certainty.
Akashi studied him for a moment before nodding. "Very well. Then don't stop. But remember—when you grow too fast, you attract attention. And attention isn't always friendly."
The words hung in the air, cryptic yet heavy.
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A Whisper of the System
That night, as Hiroshi walked home under the dim glow of streetlights, his thoughts returned to the game. His body should've been exhausted, but instead, he felt alive—his muscles buzzing with energy, his instincts sharper than ever.
A familiar ding resonated in his mind.
[ System Notification ]
Match Completed: Teikou vs. Seirin
Performance Rating: SSS
Rewards: + Strength (B → B+)
Stamina (B → A-)
Skill Unlock: "Iron Wall" (Passive: Enhance timing and force when blocking. Scaling improves with growth.)
Hiroshi smirked, hands buried in his pockets. "So it wasn't just my imagination… I really do get stronger with every match."
The System's interface flickered before his eyes, faint and unseen by others. The rankings of his attributes, the skills he unlocked—it was all real. And it meant that his hunger for more wasn't just a dream.
"But this isn't enough," he whispered to himself. "Teikou will keep winning, but I… I need to go beyond even that. If I want to be the strongest, I can't stop here."
The night air carried his words away, but the fire in his chest only burned brighter.
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The Seeds of Rivalry
The next morning, the headlines in local sports magazines were filled with Teikou's crushing victory. Photos of Hiroshi blocking shots, Aomine's acrobatics, and Midorima's pinpoint threes decorated the pages.
But one particular article caught Hiroshi's eye:
"Seirin's Tragedy: Crushed but Not Broken."
The writer praised Teikou's dominance but also highlighted Seirin's spirit—especially their captain, who, despite the overwhelming odds, never stopped shouting encouragement to his team.
Hiroshi found himself smiling faintly. "Not broken, huh? Guess we'll see if that flame grows."
Unbeknownst to him, seeds had already been planted. Seirin's loss would become the foundation of their resolve, the very fire that would one day ignite into a true rivalry.
And when that day came, Hiroshi knew—he would be ready.
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A Glimpse of Tomorrow
Later that evening, Hiroshi sat alone in his room, the System screen glowing faintly before him. His stats now displayed a clear climb, but his eyes weren't focused on the numbers. Instead, he opened the "Mission" tab.
[ Mission Unlocked ]
Title: Clash of the Future
Objective: Face a team that has the potential to challenge Teikou.
Reward: Skill Unlock (Rank: A–S)
Hiroshi leaned back on his chair, a grin tugging at his lips. "So it begins."
He didn't know which team it would be, but his instincts whispered that Seirin wasn't out of the picture.
Somewhere in the shadows of tomorrow, a storm was already forming.
And Hiroshi Kazuya would be at the heart of it.