The post-game meal after the Kainan victory was a quiet, weary affair. The win felt like they had passed a final exam in a subject they'd never studied. The aches were deep and satisfying.
"The scouting report on Sannoh is... intimidating," Thea said, pushing a data pad across the table. "They're the reigning national champions from their world. Their reputation is built on two things: relentless defense and flawless fundamentals."
Bornok groaned, massaging his shoulders. "More fundamentals? I was hoping for a team that just yells a lot."
"They don't need to yell," Drei added. "Their center, Masashi Kawata, is a powerhouse. Their power forward, Toru Hanagata, is agile and skilled. Their point guard, Kenji Fujima, is a brilliant floor general. There are no weak links."
Renz slumped in his chair. "So after the smart guys, we get the perfect guys. This bracket doesn't get easier, does it?"
Riki stared at the name on the pad: SANNOH. It wasn't the final boss of The City, but it was the final and greatest challenge of this first leg of their journey. He looked at his team—battered, tired, but unbroken.
"One more," he said, his voice quiet but firm. "One more mountain in this range."
Teo, who had been silently listening, nodded. "Then we see the view from the top."
The simple statement hung in the air, a goal to fight for. But first, they had to face the champions.