With the game's conclusion, Ginro's body, fueled by adrenaline, collided with the hard reality of his injuries. The pain that had been suppressed surged forward, a harsh reminder of his limits. He staggered, his left arm bearing the brunt of the collision, his back aching from the impact.
"Rebound!" he shouted, his voice hoarse as he struggled to regain his balance.
The ball ricocheted off the ring, a chaotic scramble ensuing beneath the hoop. As bodies jostled and fought for dominance, Ginro found himself caught in the chaos, his strength waning. Amidst the fray, he felt a blow to his left arm, a calculated strike that sent waves of agony through his already injured limb.
The world blurred as pain and darkness intermingled, and Ginro's consciousness slipped from his grasp. In the abyss of his unconsciousness, voices danced at the edges of his perception, murmurs and exclamations that hinted at a reality beyond his own.