"Realize it, Dirga."
And then he was gone.
What did he mean?
What is dirga need to realize
And then he peeled off.
Dirga blinked.
The words echoed.
And then—
It hit him.
Kaito wasn't freezing him out.
He was freeing him.
He was saying:
"I can handle the offense. I can run the system."
"You… fix what's breaking."
Dirga's eyes locked on the far end of the court.
Masaki.
That monster. That machine.
That blade slicing through Horizon's defense like it was paper.
And Dirga?
He knew Masaki's tempo.
He knew Masaki's tendencies.
He knew Masaki's breath—the beat between hesitation and execution.
The Flow wasn't just an offensive buff.
It was everything.
Speed. Reflexes. Perception.
Now it was time to use it on defense.
He'd been fighting the wrong battle.
This wasn't about scoring.
This was about stopping the fire.
Dirga's jaw set.
His body lowered into a stance.
Eyes sharp.
Focused.
Burning.
"Alright, Masaki…"
"Let's see if I can cut thunder."
