At this moment, Sendoh handled the ball with nimble hands. The basketball switched rapidly between his palms and the floor, its rhythm dizzyingly fast. His speed was even more inconceivable, his body loose yet explosive, every step seeming to ride the wind as he charged wildly toward Akita's basket, radiating an unstoppable sharpness.
Masashi Kawata, stationed beneath the basket, still held his previous stance. His eyes faced forward, and he had not even assumed a defensive posture. Clearly, he had yet to realize that a deadly crisis was closing in.
Or perhaps he had realized it, but his body had not yet reacted.
The speed Sento unleashed at this moment directly shattered the limits of everyone's understanding. Even that was not quite precise. More accurately, the explosive power and speed Sendoh had genuinely displayed had completely overturned everyone's established impressions. Masashi Kawata was no exception. He had never expected Sendoh to erupt with such terrifying speed.
By the time Sendoh had stormed in front of him with the ball like a gale, Kawata Masashi's mind had completely crashed. He did not even have time to make the slightest response.
It was that absurd. Just as Kawata Masashi's face filled with stunned disbelief, his eyes widening and his mouth unconsciously parting, Sendoh swept past his side with the basketball in a fierce gust of wind, so fast that he left behind only a blurry afterimage.
Masashi Kawata had not even had time to turn his neck and follow Sendoh's figure when an explosive dunk suddenly thundered from behind him, making his eardrums tremble.
The sound was deep and powerful, like a heavy hammer smashing into Masashi Kawata's heart, deafeningly loud.
Only after the sound gradually faded did Masashi Kawata stiffly turn his head.
His eyes, usually full of confidence and sharpness,