"See that?" Muyang exclaimed, resting his elbow on Kai. The younger player watched him with amusement. "You think you can beat that? We ought to put you in your place!"
Caleb, on the other hand, clicked his tongue. Despite the small gap, he wasn't satisfied? Why? Because there was still a gap. His perfectionist self came out once again.
Nonetheless, he felt confident that the Elite Five wouldn't be able to beat them.
Marcus felt his heart racing in his chest. He didn't know how long he had felt such a way—so alive. It brought him back to when he first started playing basketball.
Jaw-Long watched as the younger players warmed up on the side of the bench.
"Ah, cute babies," he cooed. "They think they can beat us. They're working so hard."
The Elite Five didn't say anything as they continued warming up. The truth was, they were all pretty tired since they spent the entire night going over the Japanese team's playing style.
