The commentator's voice practically sprayed saliva as he shouted excitedly into the mic.
Brice Johnson, the Clippers' power forward who had just been chased down and stuffed against the backboard by Ogawa Tetsuya, was completely dazed.
Who am I?
Where am I?
How did I just get chased down and pinned to the glass by that big damn guy?!
While Brice was still contemplating the three great philosophical questions of life, Ogawa Tetsuya ripped down the basketball he had just snatched above everyone else's head and fired a laser pass upcourt to Ball.
"Hey, Lonzo! Push it—fast break!"
The moment the words left his mouth, Ogawa Tetsuya stretched his long legs and exploded forward.
Everyone in the arena froze.
A seven-foot, powerfully built giant sprinted down the court with astonishing agility.
His speed was terrifying—like a fully loaded semi-truck flooring the accelerator.
Lonzo Ball's shooting was atrocious, but his basketball IQ was undeniably elite.
He instantly understood Ogawa Tetsuya's intention and pushed the ball forward at full speed.
At the same time, his eyes never left Ogawa Tetsuya's running lane.
Suddenly
Lonzo whipped a gorgeous long pass downcourt.
The ball appeared perfectly above the rim.
Ogawa Tetsuya spun, shook off Clippers small forward, and detonated off the floor.
The pass traced a beautiful arc through the air before Ogawa Tetsuya caught it cleanly with both hands.
The next second
BOOM!
Ogawa Tetsuya smashed the ball through the hoop with both hands.
A thunderous, two-handed dunk!
"HA—AHHH!!"
After releasing the rim and landing, Ogawa Tetsuya clenched his fists and let out a ferocious roar.
When such back-to-back explosive plays came from a yellow-skinned, black-haired Asian big man, the entire arena stared in disbelief.
Especially since he wasn't just dunking—he was openly venting his dominance.
What Ogawa Tetsuya showed them looked nothing like the Yao Ming they thought they knew.
Next possession.
Brice Johnson, humiliated by the chase-down block, tried desperately to reclaim his pride—only to be swatted again by Ogawa Tetsuya with a volleyball-style rejection.
"F**k! Are you a damn orangutan with those arms?! I don't believe this!"
Brice, who had been bullying Ivica Zubac all game, sealed deep in the paint and demanded the ball again.
Being humiliated by consecutive blocks left him seething.
But
Ogawa Tetsuya's absurd shot-blocking had clearly shaken his confidence.
Unable to back Ogawa Tetsuya down, Brice settled for a difficult turnaround jumper.
Forced into a rushed shot
SMACK!
Ogawa Tetsuya, fully prepared, slapped the ball straight out of the air.
BANG!
The basketball smashed directly into Brice Johnson's face.
"Oh—F**K! SH*T!!"
Brice collapsed instantly, clutching his face and screaming in pain.
Ogawa Tetsuya scooped up the loose ball and fired a long outlet pass to a stunned Brandon Ingram.
Still shaken by what he'd just witnessed, Ingram instinctively caught the ball and laid it in with ease.
"Tweet—tweet—tweet!"
The referee's whistle pierced the air.
Brice Johnson, who had just been blocked into the ground, was bleeding from the nose—and showed signs of a mild concussion.
"My God—what did we just witness?!"
"Ogawa Tetsuya of the Lakers just knocked Brice Johnson to the floor with a single block!"
"Brice Johnson is bleeding from the nose and being taken off the court on a stretcher for further evaluation!"
"He may have suffered a mild concussion—he'll need to pass concussion protocol before returning!"
"And that monstrous block—was that really from Ogawa Tetsuya of Japan?!"
"Yes! That's Ogawa Tetsuya from Japan—displaying absolutely unreal talent!"
"..."
The commentators raised their voices even higher, nearly losing their minds.
On the court, the players exchanged uneasy glances.
When their eyes landed on Ogawa Tetsuya, a chill crept into their spines.
Thank God that block didn't hit me.
Ogawa Tetsuya merely spread his hands and shrugged helplessly.
What could he do?
Who knew that supposedly freakishly talented big guy was actually that fragile?
From that point on, Ogawa Tetsuya turned the Clippers' interior into absolute chaos.
Seeing Ogawa Tetsuya dominate on both ends, Lonzo finally stopped chucking bricks from three and began focusing on playmaking.
Even Ingram—the team's self-proclaimed iso prince—abandoned his hero ball tendencies.
In just 8 minutes, Ogawa Tetsuya posted a monstrous stat line:
20 points, 13 rebounds, 6 blocks, 2 steals.
8-for-8 from the field, plus 4 made free throws.
Though after inheriting peak Shaq's talent, his free-throw shooting had… suffered.
Ten attempts.
Only four made.
Still
In his NBA Summer League debut, Ogawa Tetsuya led the Lakers to a 98–83 victory over the Clippers.
On the sidelines, Magic Johnson grinned so wide it looked like his face might split.
"Rob, did you see that?! That's Ogawa Tetsuya's freakish talent!"
"He's absolutely unstoppable out there—just like prime Shaq!"
"Watching him in Summer League feels like watching an adult bully children—HAHA!"
"Rob, Ogawa Tetsuya deserves a full contract—and a big one!"
"Hey, Rob, what are you still hesitating about?"
"..."
The Lakers' top executives erupted into a heated debate.
Because this wasn't just about basketball anymore—
It was about a contract.