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Friday 28 February 2000.
Now it was already Friday, 28 February, and the NBA All-Star Week had begun. This year the NBA introduced a new format. Besides the traditional All-Star Game, the 3‑point contest, and the Dunk Contest, there would also be a special celebrity event. In this event celebrities were invited not just to appear for entertainment but to actually compete on the court, showcasing their basketball abilities to the world alongside NBA players. Of course, most NBA stars treated this part of the event lightly since it was meant mainly for fun and entertainment. However, there was one participant who did not intend to treat it casually at all—Zaboru Renkonan.
Zaboru was actually a very good basketball player and a close friend of Michael Jordan. Over the years the two of them had played one‑on‑one several times whenever their schedules allowed it. Naturally, Jordan usually won those matches, but Zaboru was still good enough to keep the games competitive. The most famous match between them happened during Zenshin's first birthday celebration in 1998. During that friendly game Zaboru was losing, but in one unexpected moment he managed to drive past Jordan and dunk on him. The moment shocked everyone watching.
Michael Jackson happened to be present at the party and casually recorded the moment using his portable camera. For a long time the footage stayed private, but last month Michael Jackson finally released the clip during a media interview when he was asked about his friendship with Zaboru.
"Me and Zaboru are good friends," Michael Jackson said in the interview with a laugh. "And Zaboru is actually really good at basketball! He even dunked on Michael Jordan once."
At first the interviewer thought Michael Jackson was joking. But then Jackson showed the video recording. Once the footage reached the media it spread extremely quickly. News outlets replayed the clip repeatedly, sports fans debated whether it was luck or real skill, and the story quickly went viral.
Because of that unexpected attention, the NBA eventually invited Zaboru to the All‑Star Weekend celebrity event—partly as entertainment, and partly to see whether his basketball ability was real or simply a lucky moment captured on camera.
Meanwhile Zaboru was already standing on the All‑Star court. He was wearing a special jersey prepared just for the event—number 23 with the name Zaboru printed across the back. The uniform was a customized All‑Star edition and looked surprisingly natural on him. Zaboru chuckled to himself. "Hah… I can't believe this. I'm actually at the NBA All‑Star Game and about to play against real NBA stars."
At first he really wanted to avoid something like this. Deep down he knew that a large part of his ability did not come purely from hard work in this life, but from the advantages of his reincarnation. His body, his reflexes, even the moves he remembered from the future—all of them gave him an unfair edge compared to normal players. Because of that, he had always tried not to show off too much in public sports events. However, by now it was already too late to back out. Michael Jackson had already talked about him in the media, and Michael Jordan himself had praised his skills. The expectations had already been created, and people were curious to see whether the rumors were real. Zaboru sighed quietly to himself before smiling again. If things had reached this point, then there was no point holding back anymore. He would simply go with the flow and give the audience a show—after all, entertaining people was also something he enjoyed doing.
He looked around the massive arena, taking in the bright lights, the cameras, and the thousands of spectators already filling the seats. The atmosphere felt electric. Zaboru smiled again, already thinking ahead. He had decided that he would give the audience a real show tonight—and not only the audience in the stadium. He planned to upload the whole experience to his YouTube channel later. Moments like this were too entertaining to keep private.
After warming up for a moment, Zaboru headed toward the All‑Star locker room. The moment he entered, he realized just how surreal the situation was. The room was filled with some of the biggest basketball stars in the world.
In this world, even though the calendar already said the year 2000, the NBA roster felt like it was about ten years behind compared to Zaboru's previous life—closer to what the league looked like in the early 1990s. For Zaboru, that made the moment even more exciting because many of the legends he admired growing up were still playing in their prime.
Zaboru greeted them one by one, clearly thrilled. Around the room he saw names that once dominated highlight reels in his previous life. Larry Bird, Magic Johnson, John Stockton, Patrick Ewing, Charles Barkley, Isaiah Thomas, Hakeem Olajuwon—each of them legendary players still standing strong.
Most of the NBA players greeted him politely, but the way they did it made something clear. They treated him more like a wealthy celebrity guest rather than a serious basketball player. Zaboru could feel that subtle difference immediately. Still, he kept smiling and greeted everyone respectfully.
Finally, he walked toward the one player he knew best—Michael Jordan.
"Yo Mike, sup dude." Zaboru greeted casually. Michael Jordan grinned widely and shook Zaboru's hand with the confident energy he always carried. "Yo dude, you gotta show these guys your skills. They still skeptical about what I said—that you can really hoop. So from my request, and also Michael Jackson's request, you'll play in the All‑Star match with us, hahaha."
Isaiah Thomas snorted a little from the side and crossed his arms. "Yeah sure, it's fine. You'll probably play like… one minute anyway," he said with a teasing tone. "Just make sure you don't trip on the court."
Magic Johnson laughed and flashed his famous wide smile, showing those impressive teeth. "Come on man, don't be like that," he said while patting Zaboru on the shoulder. "Hey Z‑man, relax. It's just casual basketball. But if Mike says you can play, then I believe him too, hahaha."
Zaboru nodded, trying to stay calm, but inside he was honestly a little star‑struck. Standing in the same locker room with so many legends felt surreal. In front of him were players he had watched countless times in his previous life—icons of the sport, people whose highlights were replayed for decades.
For a moment he simply looked around the room again, taking it all in. Larry Bird talking with Barkley, Hakeem quietly stretching, Magic joking with Jordan—it felt like he had stepped straight into a basketball documentary.
But after that brief moment of awe, Zaboru took a slow breath and focused himself. He reminded himself why he was here. Whether the other players believed in him or not, he had no intention of embarrassing himself.
Tonight he would showcase his skills properly—and he would play seriously.
Then after a while the All‑Star Game finally began, and the audience received a surprising announcement. There would be an additional member joining the Western Conference lineup—Zaboru Renkonan. The crowd reacted immediately with excitement and curiosity. Many fans already knew Zaboru's name, not only as a famous CEO OF ZAGE and Z&Z Vocalist but also because his athletic reputation had spread across the internet. On his YouTube channel he often uploaded videos of himself playing football, basketball, and other sports, and those clips had convinced many viewers that he was genuinely talented rather than just another celebrity guest.
People also had not forgotten the famous footage from a year earlier, when Zaboru dashed forward with incredible speed to save a little girl from an oncoming car. The rescue caused a serious accident that left him injured—and temporarily bald—but the moment spread widely across the media and became one of the most talked‑about displays of courage associated with him.
Because of that reputation, the arena buzzed with anticipation. Some people were cheering enthusiastically, eager to see if the rumors were true. Others were skeptical and simply wanted to watch the spectacle unfold. Either way, Zaboru's presence had instantly become one of the most talked‑about moments of the night.
Meanwhile one of the announcers could not resist making a sarcastic remark. "Well apparently if you're rich enough, you can even join the All‑Star Game," he said with a chuckle. "Doesn't matter if you're not an NBA player—or even American. Looks like all you need these days is a famous name and a lot of money."
The second announcer quickly interrupted him. "Hey, watch it," he said, half laughing but also trying to calm the tone. "The league invited him for a reason, and come on bro, it's Zaboru we're talking about. The guy runs one of the biggest companies in entertainment and the internet has been going crazy about that video of him dunking on Jordan."
The first announcer leaned back slightly and shrugged. "Sure, sure. I saw the clip. But one highlight doesn't make you an NBA player. The All‑Star court is a different world."
The second announcer replied, "Maybe so, but the crowd clearly wants to see it. And honestly, if Michael Jordan himself says the guy can play, that's at least worth paying attention to."
The first announcer simply shrugged again, still skeptical. "Alright then. Let's see what happens. If he can really play, the scoreboard will show it soon enough."
Zaboru heard the comments clearly from the sideline. Instead of reacting negatively, he just smiled to himself. Around him, several NBA players chuckled quietly as well. It was obvious that many of them still underestimated him, treating his appearance as little more than entertainment. But Zaboru didn't mind. In fact, he preferred it that way.
Then the All‑Star game truly began. In this era the All‑Star matches were still played quite seriously because most of the players were extremely competitive, even during exhibition games. About seven minutes into the first quarter, John Stockton was substituted out, and the moment the crowd had been waiting for finally arrived—Zaboru stepped onto the court. The arena immediately reacted with loud cheers and excited murmurs. The announcer's voice echoed through the stadium: "And here he comes! Zaboru Renkonan finally enters the game! Will he actually perform, or will the NBA give him a reality check tonight?"
Zaboru jogged calmly onto the hardwood. At about 187 centimeters tall, he was not the shortest player on the floor—Isaiah Thomas was still slightly smaller—but compared to the towering athletes around him he still looked slightly out of place. Yet his posture remained relaxed, almost confident.
The Western Conference lineup now consisted of Magic Johnson and Zaboru as guards, A.C. Green and James Worthy as forwards, and Hakeem Olajuwon at center. On the Eastern side stood a legendary lineup as well: Isaiah Thomas and Michael Jordan at guard, Larry Bird and Charles Barkley at forward, and Patrick Ewing anchoring the center position. The matchup alone felt like a clash of basketball history.
The match quickly grew more exciting as the crowd realized what was happening. Many celebrities were sitting courtside watching the moment unfold. Magic Johnson grinned as he received the inbound pass and casually handed the ball to Zaboru. It was a silent gesture of trust, almost like he wanted to see what the newcomer could really do. Zaboru nodded slightly, took the ball, and began dribbling with calm confidence. The rhythm of the ball echoed against the hardwood as thousands of eyes followed his movement. Inside his mind, Zaboru was completely focused. He had no intention of playing timidly just because these were NBA legends. Instead, he wanted to prove something—to himself and to everyone watching. With steady control he advanced across the court, determined to make sure none of these NBA players would ever underestimate him again.
Zaboru began his first real possession facing Isaiah Thomas. He lowered his stance slightly and started dribbling the ball with incredible speed and control. In his mind he recalled many of the handles he had seen in his previous life—especially the unpredictable movements of Kyrie Irving. His Deep Memory Dive ability worked naturally now, allowing him to reproduce those techniques almost perfectly. The ball moved from hand to hand so quickly that even some of the NBA players blinked in surprise. The audience gasped as Zaboru crossed over once, then twice, the rhythm sharp and fluid. It was a style of dribbling they had rarely seen before.
"Wait… he's got real handles!" someone on the bench muttered.
Isaiah tried to keep up, but Zaboru's footwork shifted unpredictably. Just then Hakeem Olajuwon stepped forward and set a professional screen for him. Hakeem wasn't underestimating Zaboru at all—he simply played the possession like a normal teammate would. The moment the screen landed, Zaboru exploded forward. His acceleration looked almost like a bullet leaving a gun, similar to the driving speed Derrick Rose would show years later.
In an instant Zaboru broke past the defense and charged toward the basket. The Eastern defenders reacted immediately—Larry Bird rotated over, and Patrick Ewing stepped into the paint to protect the rim. But Zaboru had already committed. He leapt high into the air, the ball pulled down beneath his head as his body rose higher than most people expected.
Patrick Ewing jumped to contest the shot, but Zaboru's Enlightenment Body was fully active now, giving him explosive power and hang time. For a brief moment the two players were suspended in midair—then BANG! Zaboru slammed the ball straight through the rim, posterizing Patrick Ewing in front of the entire arena.
The crowd exploded instantly, and the announcers nearly lost their voices from shouting.
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! IS THAT A CEO MOVE?!" the other announcer shouted, his voice almost cracking from excitement. "I TAKE IT BACK! I TAKE IT BACK! ZABORU CAN REALLY HOOP!" The entire arena erupted as the audience roared louder than before, many people jumping out of their seats after witnessing the unbelievable dunk. Even the players on the court looked stunned for a moment. Several NBA stars exchanged surprised glances, clearly not expecting something like that from a so‑called celebrity guest. Only Michael Jordan looked completely calm, arms in his hips. "Told you, Pat," Jordan said casually while jogging back on defense, "he's something else." Patrick Ewing clenched his teeth, clearly irritated after getting dunked on so violently. "That's never happening again," he muttered under his breath as he prepared for the next possession. Meanwhile the crowd was still buzzing with excitement, and the energy in the arena had completely changed. What started as a curiosity had suddenly turned into a real spectacle. Then the game resumed.
Over the course of the match Zaboru continued to play extremely well. Even though he was technically a guest player, he performed like a true All‑Star. At the same time he was not a ball hog at all. Instead of forcing shots, he moved the ball smartly and kept the offense flowing. His passing ability quickly caught everyone's attention. Several of his assists were so creative that even Magic Johnson and John Stockton nodded in approval from the court. Zaboru delivered quick no‑look passes, sharp bounce passes through tight defenses, and perfectly timed alley‑oop setups that surprised both teammates and defenders.
Throughout the game he also had multiple one‑on‑one moments against Michael Jordan. Sometimes Jordan scored, sometimes Zaboru managed to slip past him with clever footwork, and the crowd loved every second of those exchanges. At one point the Eastern team even started sending double teams toward Zaboru, something almost nobody expected to see against a celebrity player.
But what shocked the arena the most came later in the game. Zaboru suddenly pulled up for a three‑point shot from extremely far away—almost from the logo itself. The ball flew through the air and went straight into the net. The crowd erupted instantly. Before the excitement could even settle, Zaboru did it again on the next possession. And then once more. Three logo threes in a row. In this era that kind of shooting range was almost unheard of, and the announcers could barely contain their excitement as they shouted about the unbelievable display.
By the end of the All‑Star match, Zaboru had finished with an impressive double‑double: 27 points and 14 assists. Despite his performance, the Western Conference still narrowly lost the game. Michael Jordan scored 32 points, and with several other Eastern stars contributing heavily, the final scoreboard showed 132 – 129, giving the victory to the Eastern Conference.
Still, the way Zaboru played was incredibly entertaining. Throughout the game he unconsciously mimicked many moves from famous players he had watched in his previous life. At one moment his explosive drive looked like prime Derrick Rose, bursting past defenders with unbelievable acceleration. On the next possession his dribbling shifted into unpredictable crossovers that resembled Kyrie Irving's flashy handle. Sometimes he even threw creative passes that reminded people of Jason Williams, surprising teammates with angles no one expected. And during several isolation plays his quick footwork and fearless drives carried the same energy people associated with Allen Iverson. Because of this mixture of styles, Zaboru looked both unique and flashy, and the audience loved every second of it.
But one thing was absolutely certain—Zaboru was having an incredible time. The smile on his face made it obvious that he was enjoying the experience just as much as the fans watching. More importantly, the NBA players themselves had begun to respect him. What started as curiosity had turned into genuine recognition. Several All‑Star players nodded toward him after good plays, and a few even joked with him on the court like a normal teammate. Some NBA team owners, who were watching the game from the VIP section, even approached him afterward with half‑serious offers asking whether he would ever consider playing for their teams—even if only for a short promotional period. Zaboru simply laughed and politely rejected every suggestion. For him, basketball was something he enjoyed casually. His real life was far too busy for that.
Even so, the event exploded across the media the moment the game ended. Sports channels replayed his highlights repeatedly—the dunk on Patrick Ewing, the logo threes, and the creative passes. Commentators debated whether he could actually survive in a real NBA season, while fans flooded ZAGE forums discussing the unbelievable performance. Headlines began appearing everywhere describing the same story: Zaboru Renkonan, the man of many talents.
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