It was as if he had completely unlocked his potential. He averaged 35.6 points, 6.8 rebounds, and 5.5 assists per game, shooting an incredible 52%. With one picture-perfect fadeaway after another, and one defense-shattering slam after another, he proclaimed his rise to the entire world.
The Mamba I on his feet was also elevated to legendary status in fans' minds with every one of his spectacular performances. Its crisp squeak against the court, its visibly responsive cushioning compression, and its sleek lines that perfectly matched his style of play all became topics fans could not stop talking about.
Two weeks finally came to an end amid the eager anticipation of countless fans.
On release day, at ten in the morning, New York time—there were still two hours until the official launch.
Outside the Li Fei Brand global flagship store on Fifth Avenue in Manhattan, an astonishing sight had already appeared.
The line was a human dragon stretching beyond sight.
Starting at the flagship store entrance, it wound along the sidewalk for several full blocks. Hundreds upon thousands of people had gathered there, forming a dense sea of humanity.
Among them were diehard fans wearing Kobe's purple-and-gold No. 8 jersey, skateboard-riding street kids, white-collar workers in suits who could not hide their excitement, and even plenty of devoted sneakerheads who had flown in from Europe and Asia specifically to get their hands on these shoes first.
At the very front of the line, a young Black man named Jack had been waiting there for two days and two nights. Leaning against a camping chair and wrapped in a blanket, his eyes were bloodshot, yet they gleamed with incomparable excitement.
"Worth it! So worth it!"
He shouted at the TV reporters who had rushed over after hearing the news. "These are Kobe's