The excitement at the school basketball court had reached its peak.
The match was so intense that no one dared to leave their seat.
Both teams were fighting fiercely, refusing to give the other even the smallest advantage.
Every time the ball went through the hoop, the entire stadium exploded with cheers and whistles so loud they echoed across the court.
Girls from the school were shouting at the top of their lungs, passionately cheering for their team.
"Come on! You can do it!"
"Don't give up!"
The energy in the air was electric.
The turning point of the match came when the team's best player—the one responsible for almost every successful play—charged forward with incredible speed.
The crowd rose to their feet as he prepared to make another powerful move.
But suddenly—
A fast-moving ball struck him directly in the face.
The sound echoed sharply across the court.
He cried out in pain and collapsed onto the floor.
For a moment, everything froze.
The cheers died instantly.
Players rushed toward him while the medical team hurried onto the court.
Within seconds, they carefully helped him up and escorted him off the court.
A heavy silence spread through the stadium.
He was their star player.
Without him, the team looked lost.
And the opposing team noticed it immediately.
Within the next few minutes, they scored back-to-back goals, quickly taking the lead.
The crowd's excitement slowly turned into worry.
Whispers spread through the audience.
"Without him… they can't win."
"Is the match already over?"
The hope in the stands began to fade.
It felt like defeat was only a matter of time.
And then—
A shadow appeared at the stadium entrance.
One by one, heads turned toward the doorway.
The chatter died down.
All eyes were fixed on that single figure standing at the entrance.
Something about his presence made the air feel different.
For a brief moment, the entire stadium seemed to hold its breath.
Someone had just arrived.
And somehow…
Everyone felt that the game was about to change.