Dirga glued his eyes back to the court.
Something was different now.
The game didn't look the same anymore. Every movement, every pause, every slight hesitation on the court—he could see it. Feel it. The tempo of the game was no longer just noise and motion. It had a beat. A rhythm. And he could read it.
The third quarter had barely begun, but Wakayama Seiryuu was already dominating.
Completely.
"Why were they even losing in the first half?" Dirga asked himself, puzzled.
And then it clicked.
Because they let themselves.
Because Wakayama Seiryuu Institute wasn't just playing basketball—they were analyzing it.
The reason they lost the first and second quarters… was by choice.
They were gathering data.
Every movement. Every pass. Every chaotic play from Kōbe Minami Tech.
And Dirga understood now—that was what made Wakayama so terrifying.
