Ryonan had only two truly capable players: Chi Tong and Sendoh. The rest were nothing to worry about!
A youth with a neat black buzz cut that reached his ears and an unusually long face, resembling a totem pole, spoke up.
He was Nobe Masahiro.
Sawakita Eiji, Sannoh's center as well, wore an expectant smile, though his eyes also held seriousness and caution. He said, "Ryonan's other players aren't much of a threat. We only need to deal with Chi Tong and Sendoh. Those two pose the greatest danger to us."
He stood tall and straight, his clean, sharp black hair making him look even more spirited. His brows and eyes carried a cool edge, his facial lines smooth and crisp, without the slightest unnecessary softness. He naturally projected an aura of calm composure.
He had watched Ryonan's game against Shohoku and carefully studied footage of Ryonan's National Tournament matches. Naturally, he knew that Ryonan's strength was far from as simple as it appeared.
That red-haired youth hid unfathomable depth beneath his seemingly indifferent expression. At crucial moments, he could always turn the tide with a precise pass or a lethal basket.
Whenever he saw Chi Tong in the footage, he instinctively tensed up, sensing from him a vague yet exceptionally intense air of danger.
His deep gaze swept across the group as he spoke steadily. "Chi Tong and Sendoh must be watched closely. Chi Tong is mine."
He paused, then shifted the subject. "As for Sendoh..."
As he spoke, his gaze landed precisely on Sawakita Eiji beside him. "Sawakita, you'll handle him. No problem, right?"
Hearing that, Sawakita Eiji shrugged slightly, the corner of his mouth lifting into a bold, confident smile. Excitement gleamed in his unruly eyes.
"Sendoh?"
He gave a soft scoff, his tone utterly relaxed.
"If