To date, there had been only three people capable of effortlessly taking the ball from him like that… and now, there was a fourth.
Avira…
This person was really interesting.
“Well, I can’t underestimate you, Avira,” Vince said, his brown eyes flickering with a strange, sinister energy.
The smile on his lips grew wilder, more audacious, as though challenging her further.
Kuti stood quietly, watching everything unfold on the court. His brown eyes seemed to shimmer with a foggy haze, veiling their depths.
After a moment, a faint smile appeared on his lips.
It was as if countless images were reflected in his gaze, waves of light rippling with mesmerizing allure.
To think she could make Vince get serious…
Impressive, Avira.
The black cat twitched its ears, its emerald-green eyes fixed unwaveringly on Avira.
“Hey…”
Dribbling the basketball steadily, Avira’s gaze remained fixed on Vince.
Her lips curved upward slightly, that lazy smile carrying an almost deadly allure.
Her dark eyes, deep and mysterious, seemed to awaken something dangerous—like a venomous white mamba, its scarlet tongue flicking as it coiled and prepared to strike.
“Why… are there always so many unruly kittens that need discipline?”
The atmosphere shifted in an instant.
Vince froze for a split second before recovering quickly.
“Beat me first, then talk!”
His grin widened, beautiful and dangerous, like a dark sprite of the night—irresistibly enchanting and wickedly sinister.
“This ball is mine!”
With no warning, he lunged for the basketball in Avira’s hands.
It was a smooth move. His fingertips brushed the edge of the ball, just as it rebounded off the ground.
This ball—it was as good as his!
“Good momentum…”
Avira’s lips curled into a devilish smirk.
With a light flick of her hand, the ball moved seamlessly behind her back.
“In that case… let me extinguish it.”
Before Vince could recover from Avira’s unexpectedly fluid and precise movements to intercept the ball, he realized there was no opening to exploit.
The ball’s trajectory was ruthless, spinning rapidly before returning seamlessly to her hand. She hadn’t even shifted her footing during the exchange!
So fast!
Her movements appeared effortless and relaxed, yet they exuded an unparalleled sharpness.
“It’s not over yet!”
Vince’s brown eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint, like stars twinkling in an eerie night sky.
Far from feeling frustrated at failing to steal the ball, he felt an unquenchable fire reignite within him—a fierce passion for basketball that roared like a storm in his chest, begging to be unleashed.
He quickened his pace, his footwork becoming sharper and more agile.
While Vince launched relentless attacks, Avira merely weaved the ball from side to side, evading him with seemingly minimal effort.
Her movements, casual and lazy, flowed like a serene stream but were executed with a precision and agility that resembled an intricate dance.
Back and forth they went.
Vince constantly sought openings to steal the ball, while Avira either retreated languidly or pivoted sharply, brushing past him as though effortlessly predicting his every move.
The basketball danced lightly in her hands, and even when Vince managed to hook it with his fingers, it miraculously found its way back to her every time.
The atmosphere in the gymnasium seemed frozen.
Only the sounds of the basketball bouncing, and the faint squeaks of their shoes on the polished floor, broke the silence.
Each sound was crisp, ringing clearly in the tense air.
Everyone watching stood in stunned silence, their expressions frozen.
“…Oh my god…”
A soft murmur escaped one of the girls, almost unconsciously breaking the quiet.
The crowd’s eyes were glued to the two figures in the center of the court. The basketball zipped between them with dazzling speed, and it felt as though they were in a world of their own.
Their movements wove an ethereal tapestry, the interplay of their contrasting energies glowing faintly—like dancing flames, beautiful yet perilous, intertwining naturally during each encounter.
The scene was breathtaking.
It was enough to leave spectators on the verge of tears at how impossibly cool they looked.
The intense back-and-forth seemed to last forever.
Gradually, Vince began to discern Avira’s patterns.
He seized an opportunity.
As Avira lofted the ball into the air to evade his reach, he spun quickly, switching to his left hand to hook the ball before it could fall back into her grasp.
