Chapter 123 - First Win
"Oh? Fukuda. You actually made it."
Sendoh was sitting at ease on the bench, leaning back with his arms folded, when the figure came charging through the players' tunnel. He raised a hand in easy greeting.
Fukuda Kicchou hadn't put his bag down. His chest was rising and falling with the effort of someone who had been moving faster than a walk for some time.
"Fukuda?" Koshino looked up. "I figured you'd get here this afternoon at the earliest."
Fukuda gave a quick nod that covered both the greeting and the question and kept his eyes on the floor. He had noticed Sendoh sitting in the bench section, which seemed strange until he found the scoreboard and understood.
Third quarter. Less than three minutes remaining.
Ryonan 65, Chuuominal 50.
"Fukuda. Sit down and get your breath." Coach Taoka's voice was steady.
Fukuda didn't sit. He walked to the coach directly.
"Coach. Can I get in?"
Taoka studied him for a moment. "You already warmed up?"
"Got off the train one stop early and ran the rest of the way."
A brief pause. Taoka glanced at the clock. "Go stretch over there. You're in for the fourth quarter."
"Yes!!"
Something ignited in Fukuda's expression. He dropped his bag where he stood and moved immediately to the open space beside the bench, lowering himself into a full stretching routine with the focused, unhurried attention of someone who understood exactly what each movement was for.
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The view returned to the floor.
The entire third quarter had run through two primary offensive axes: Uozumi in the paint and Yagami with the ball. Uozumi had gone three-for-four from the field, one of them a putback. Efficient work for a center.
Yagami had continued attacking independently against defensive schemes that were growing more aggressive with every possession. Two attempts early in the quarter, then four-for-six on the remaining shots.
Against double-team coverage. Consistently. The number was difficult to process.
But the effort required to generate each of those shots was visibly accumulating. The adjustments Chuuominal had found were real. Each successive possession was harder to create than the last.
"Stop him before he gets going!" Coach Oshio's voice had lost some of its composure. He had no framework for why Yagami kept converting from positions that shouldn't have been available. All he could do was push his players to keep tightening and hope one of the sequences finally held.
His working theory: if Chuuominal could cut the margin before the fourth quarter, the game would still be alive.
Ryonan's offense. Yagami called for the ball on the right side.
Uekusa read the call and passed it over without hesitation, then moved immediately to the left corner, drawing Hino's coverage away to create space on the right side.
This time Chuuominal's defensive change was total.
The instant Uekusa released the ball, Hino abandoned his man and sprinted directly at Yagami.
A moment later - Kinaga from the front, Takada from the wing, and Hino converging from the angle of the pass - three defenders arrived from three directions simultaneously and closed around him.
Triple-team.
"Yagami!"
"Sorato!"
Ikegami and Hikoichi called from both sides at once, both moving to open positions.
The ball was still in the air when Yagami's wrist turned downward.
His palm drove the ball hard into the floor at a specific angle just inside Hino's left foot.
The ball shot off the hardwood and flew directly to Uekusa, who had completed his movement to the left corner and was standing completely open - the exact player who had just passed the ball and been forgotten by everyone on defense.
"What?!"
The speed and direction of the redirect had caught Chuuominal's players completely off guard. Even some of Ryonan's bench reacted with surprise. The expected passing targets had been the two players who called for the ball. Nobody had tracked Uekusa.
Uekusa caught it one step inside the three-point line with clear space in every direction. He didn't adjust and he didn't hesitate. His knees bent and he rose and released in one unbroken sequence.
Two points.
Ryonan 67, Chuuominal 50.
Coach Oshio stared at the floor for a moment. He had sensed a brief opening, a window for his team to find momentum, and it had been closed before it could develop. That pass - had Yagami been holding that delivery back? Waiting specifically for the triple-team to appear?
Possession change. Chuuominal on offense.
Hikoichi was the defensive mismatch and Takada went straight at him, rising cleanly over his limited contest. The shot came off iron. Nishihara positioned himself for the rebound but Uozumi was immovable. The ball bounced to Yoshida on the far side, who put it back immediately.
Ryonan 67, Chuuominal 52.
Ryonan pushed.
Uozumi's outlet went ahead. Yagami caught it, used a behind-the-back dribble to slide past Kinaga's pressure on the run, and pushed the ball forward with an open hand.
In Chuuominal's half of the court, standing alone at the three-point line without a single defender acknowledging he was there, Hikoichi caught the pass.
He had run the entire transition at full sprint while nobody on Chuuominal paid him any attention.
He caught it, rose, and released with the clean, complete focus of a player who had been rehearsing this exact moment in practice for months.
Clean.
Takada watched from across the court with an expression that asked a question he couldn't quite form. "A bench player? A first-year off the bench? That shot?"
Ryonan 70, Chuuominal 52.
"Hikoichi!" Ikegami's voice cracked with genuine surprise.
"Nice shot, Hikoichi." Yagami met his hand coming the other way on the transition.
Hikoichi's grin had been running since the ball left his hand and showed no sign of stopping.
This was Aida Hikoichi's first three-pointer at the national tournament.
Chuuominal's final possession of the quarter ran down against Ryonan's full-court pressure with six seconds on the clock. Yagami swarmed Hino and forced a quick outlet to Kinaga. Ikegami rotated and sealed the path. Kinaga heaved a halfcourt attempt from center that didn't reach the basket.
Third quarter ended.
The scoreboard showed the number. A quiet ripple moved through the neutral sections of the arena.
Twenty points.
When the first half ended, Ryonan held a sixteen-point lead. Sendoh had been on the bench for the entire third quarter. Chuuominal had made their defensive adjustments and had every logical reason to expect the gap to close in that stretch.
It had grown by four.
"Ryonan! Ryonan!"
The Ryonan school section was processing something they hadn't quite prepared themselves for. Their basketball team, at the national tournament, three quarters into the first round with the outcome no longer in question.
The neutral observers around them were registering it too. Whatever this Ryonan team was, it was not a program that had found its way to the nationals on the strength of a favorable qualifying bracket.
"Good work," Coach Taoka said as the players came to the bench. He kept the tone measured. There were details to address, and he would get to them in the review session. "But there's still a quarter."
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The break ended.
Ryonan's lineup had changed again.
Sendoh was back. Koshino came in for Hikoichi. And at power forward - Fukuda Kicchou, taking a position in a real game for the first time since his makeup exam had kept him in Kanagawa while his team played its opening match.
Chuuominal read the personnel and understood. This was not garbage time. Sendoh's presence alone communicated the seriousness of the rotation. The power forward who hadn't played yet moved like someone with genuine physical ability and competitive intent.
"Last quarter!" Hino's voice went out. "Whatever happens - no regrets! Give it everything."
"Let's go!"
The response was genuine. They all understood the math. They were going to play the last ten minutes exactly the way they had played every practice session that had brought them to this floor.
Chuuominal ball. Hino directed the offense.
Kinaga received on the right side. With Yagami off him now, he could breathe properly for the first time in a while. The matchup at power forward was Ikegami instead of the first-year who had been suffocating him all game. A small recovery of space.
After several passes, Yoshida cut into the paint at the right moment and Kinaga delivered the entry pass cleanly.
Yoshida set for the mid-range. Uozumi rotated over. Yoshida read the help and turned it into a pass. Nishihara caught the entry and immediately went into a half-spin hook.
The ball found the bottom of the net.
Ryonan 70, Chuuominal 52.
Possession change. Ryonan on offense.
Sendoh pushed the ball up the court. Hino stepped forward with the expression of someone who had been waiting for this matchup to come back around.
A pass cut through the air beside Hino's ear.
Fukuda received it cutting baseline, catching the ball in motion with only the scrambling Nishihara arriving to challenge. He didn't pause. He rose off the catch on the explosive leg drive that had always been his most reliable physical attribute and threw the ball through the rim one-handed over Nishihara's outstretched reach.
The sound was violent and completely unambiguous.
Ryonan 72, Chuuominal 52.
That dunk carried something specific with it. Every day in the exam room instead of the gym. The makeup test in a quiet classroom while his teammates played the game they had all built toward. The train platform where he had gotten off early and started running. This was what all of that felt like on the other end.
Chuuominal came back. Takada got to his spot and caught a clean entry.
Off iron. Nishihara positioned himself for the rebound but Uozumi was immovable. The ball bounced to Yoshida on the far side and he put it back immediately.
Ryonan 72, Chuuominal 54.
On the Chuuominal bench, Coach Oshio leaned forward slightly. Yoshida had just found space in the post that hadn't been available to him before the substitution. The lateral coverage at power forward was different with this player on the floor instead of the previous one.
"Is it that power forward?"
Before the thought could develop into a plan, Ryonan was already pushing.
Sendoh dribbled across halfcourt, initiated a hard drive right that pulled the help coverage toward him, and without looking released the ball in a high, unhurried arc toward the interior.
The trajectory made no clear sense as a post entry. The arc was too high and too casual, the intended landing spot ambiguous. Three separate defensive reads went uncertain simultaneously.
From the right baseline, Fukuda was already moving the moment Sendoh's weight shifted. One hard step past Yoshida and he was airborne.
He caught the ball above the rim and brought it down with both hands.
The basket support registered the impact.
Ryonan 74, Chuuominal 54.
The arena went up again. Coach Oshio sat back.
An alley-oop. Sendoh had seen Fukuda's cut before the movement existed - or Fukuda had read Sendoh's intention before the pass was decided - and the timing between them had been exact without a word between them.
The double edge of it was apparent. Fukuda was a liability in lateral defensive situations. But as a pure offensive weapon in this system, with Sendoh delivering and Uozumi anchoring the paint, he was something else entirely.
Time passed. The gap stayed at twenty.
Sendoh's bounce pass found the right corner. Fukuda received it, backed Yoshida down with his weight, felt the defensive distribution, and made a quick baseline spin that exploited the momentary imbalance in Yoshida's footing.
Yoshida recovered and jumped to contest. Fukuda rode up alongside him, drew the contact, and released a small runner that found the bottom of the net.
The foul call followed.
Free throw. Good.
Ryonan 87, Chuuominal 69.
If the third quarter had belonged to Yagami's individual scoring, the fourth quarter had found a different headline.
But Chuuominal had identified the defensive exposure and were using it.
Yoshida received on the wing, jab-stepped to freeze Fukuda's lateral read, and attacked in a straight line. Fukuda's recovery step was a fraction late. Yoshida had half a body.
His drive went straight to the basket.
"Watch it!"
Uozumi had already read it. One stride forward from his position and his body was in the lane before Yoshida arrived, filling the space that Fukuda's lateral movement hadn't covered. Yoshida went up and found a wall where there was supposed to be an open path. He tried to redirect the ball to Nishihara on the catch.
Fukuda had run back and arrived at the moment of the redirect. His hand intercepted the pass cleanly.
Ikegami controlled the loose ball and pushed it ahead. Sendoh caught it on the wing, changed pace through two defenders, and put it up with a soft flip off the glass.
Ryonan 92, Chuuominal 69.
"Nice defense, Fukuda!"
Uozumi had stepped up expecting to be the safety net, and Fukuda had gotten back and completed the defensive sequence himself. The timing between them had been instinctive from both sides.
Fukuda met Uozumi's hand with a quiet high-five and looked at his own palm for a moment.
He thought about the two weeks he had just come through. The study sessions, the textbooks, the exam room while his team played in Tokyo. He had been the only player on Ryonan without any practice time in that window.
He had asked Yagami about defense during a break between review sessions. Direct question: how do I get better at it?
Yagami had thought about it seriously before answering. Your defensive instincts aren't going to transform in two weeks, Fukuda-senpai. But defense is a team activity. Trust Uozumi-senpai's presence in the paint. Give him the interior. Support his positioning from the outside. You don't have to win one-on-one. You just have to not lose it alone.
Fukuda looked toward the bench where Yagami was sitting.
He raised his hand and held it up.
Yagami raised his back.
The rest of the fourth quarter belonged to Ryonan. Sendoh and Fukuda formed the offensive backbone. Uozumi held the paint. Chuuominal continued to score - their discipline and team cohesion were real to the final possession - but the gap refused to close below twenty.
The final buzzer sounded.
Ryonan 102, Chuuominal 76.
A twenty-six-point margin to open the national tournament.