The Ares team wasn't just strong. They were terrifying. Every player moved like they were in complete control, their presence crushing any resistance. Unlike Valkyrie, who relied on speed and aggression, Ares was something else entirely—precise, dominant, untouchable.
They were a Top 3 team for a reason.
Ares Team:
Raito Sugiyama (Captain, Small Forward) – A silent executioner with Observation, a skill that allowed him to read movements before they happened. His presence alone was suffocating, predicting plays seconds before they unfolded. The mastermind of Ares.
Shun Tokugawa (Point Guard) – The Phantom Thief. His steals were instant. He moved like a shadow, swiping the ball the second it left an opponent's hands. Even the best dribblers couldn't keep up.
Tetsuya Raiden (Power Forward) – The team's monster. With Shock Drive, his explosive movements made him untouchable when he charged, like a human bullet ripping through defenses. Every dunk sent vibrations through the court.
Gouda Arakawa (Center) – A wall of muscle with Titan Core, giving him unstoppable physical strength and defense. Hibiki's Abyss Grip? Completely useless against him. He overpowered everything.
Renji Kisaragi (Shooting Guard) – The Executioner. He didn't miss. With Trigger Sight, his shots were mathematically perfect, adjusting his aim at the last second to guarantee a score. Unlike Ren's Sniper, his skill was pure calculation—cold, precise, unstoppable.
Every member of Ares was a beast in their own right.
And right now, they were making an example out of Hades.
32-6.
Ren clenched his fists. His heartbeat pounded in his ears. His team was falling apart. Nothing they did worked.
Raito turned his golden eyes toward him.
A silent message.
"You don't belong here."
Ren gritted his teeth. His fingers twitched.
Then—
For just a moment—
He saw it.
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The stadium was dead silent except for the sound of sneakers squeaking against the polished floor. The scoreboard burned into Hades' minds like a brand.
32-6.
They were getting obliterated.
Ares was playing on a completely different level. Unlike Valkyrie, who relied on speed and aggression, Ares moved like a well-oiled machine—precise, dominant, untouchable.
Every single one of their players had an ability that put them above normal competitors.
Ares Team:
Raito Sugiyama (Captain, Small Forward) – The mastermind of Ares. He was completely unreadable, his presence alone suffocating. His ability, Observation, let him predict movements before they even happened. He didn't react—he knew what you were going to do before you did.
Shun Tokugawa (Point Guard) – The Phantom Thief. His ability, Silent Swipe, made his steals near-invisible. He could take the ball from even the best dribblers without them realizing. Every pass? Intercepted. Every possession? Stolen.
Tetsuya Raiden (Power Forward) – The team's monster. His Shock Drive gave him an explosive acceleration that tore through defenses like they weren't even there. Every time he moved, it felt like a cannonball firing across the court. His dunks? Devastating.
Gouda Arakawa (Center) – A wall of muscle. His Titan Core made him an immovable force, strengthening his body to the point where he could overpower any opponent. Hibiki's Abyss Grip? Worthless against him. If he got the ball under the rim, it was over.
Renji Kisaragi (Shooting Guard) – The Executioner. His Trigger Sight ensured that every shot he took was mathematically perfect. Unlike Ren's Sniper, which bent reality in impossible ways, Renji's skill was pure calculation—cold, precise, unstoppable.
Ares wasn't just strong. They were overwhelming.
Hades couldn't even breathe. Every time they tried to pass, Shun intercepted. Every time they tried to score, Gouda crushed them. Every time they tried to break through, Raiden was already there.
Even Hibiki, their captain, was struggling.
"Damn it," Hibiki muttered under his breath. His hands clenched into fists. His Abyss Grip was supposed to make him an unbreakable wall—but against Ares, it wasn't enough.
Ren sat on the bench, watching the massacre unfold.
The way Ares moved. The way they passed. The way they controlled the game.
They weren't just reacting.
They knew.
Ren clenched his fists. His heartbeat pounded in his ears.
That was when Raito turned his cold, dark eyes toward him.
A silent message.
"You don't belong here."
Ren gritted his teeth. His fingers twitched.
Then—
For just a moment—
He saw it.
A split-second before it happened, Ren saw the next play before Ares even made it. The way Shun would steal the ball. The way Raiden would charge forward. The way Renji would take the final shot.
It was like his body knew before his brain did.
His eyes widened.
What… is this?
Then it hit him.
Observation.
Ares' secret weapon.
They weren't just playing with insane skill. They were reading the game in ways normal players couldn't. It wasn't a flashy power like Shock Drive or Titan Core. It was something deeper—instinctual, overwhelming, and suffocating.
And for the first time—
Ren understood it.
A chill ran down his spine.
He stood up.
"Coach." His voice was calm.
Enzo turned his head, raising an eyebrow.
"Sub me in."
Juro scoffed from the bench. "Are you insane? Didn't you see what they just did to Hibiki?"
Ren didn't answer. He just stared at Enzo.
The old coach exhaled smoke from his cigarette and smirked.
"Alright."
Hibiki stumbled off the court, his breath ragged. His golden eyes met Ren's.
"Don't screw this up," Hibiki muttered.
Ren walked onto the court.
The moment he stepped in, Raito was already watching him.
"Back for more?" Raito said, his voice unreadable.
Ren exhaled.
No thoughts. No strategy.
Just instinct.
Ares attacked instantly. Shun rushed in to steal the ball.
But this time—
Ren saw it.
He didn't dodge consciously. His body just moved.
The ball slipped past Shun's fingers, landing in Ren's hands.
Shun's eyes widened slightly. The first sign of surprise.
Ren dashed forward, Raito already closing in.
I can see it.
The moment Raito tried to block, Ren twisted mid-air and passed behind his back. The ball hit Juro's hands.
"Shoot!" Ren ordered.
Juro hesitated—then fired.
Swish.
32-9.
Ares froze.
Enzo grinned from the sidelines. "Interesting."
Ren didn't stop moving.
He could feel it—something inside him unlocking. It was like Sniper, but something more.
Another play. Another opening.
Then—
He felt it.
A new ability forming.
Shotgun Volley.
It wasn't like Sniper's perfect accuracy. This was different.
The ball launched like a cannon.
Instead of a straight shot, it burst through the air in a wild, unpredictable spiral—bouncing off the backboard, off the rim, and then straight into the hoop.
Like a shotgun blast, every rebound was controlled.
It was chaotic. Unpredictable. And impossible to block.
The crowd roared.
Ares stopped.
For the first time—
They hesitated.
Ren exhaled.
His body felt light.
His instincts were on fire.
And the fight had just begun.