Part- 414:

  “Now that’s what I’m talking about!” Kiyoshi grinned as he ran back to defense, clearly impressed by Robi’s athleticism.

  James watched in awe, his eyes wide at the dispy of power and coordination. The dunk was so smooth, so effortless. It was the kind of py you saw in highlight reels, not something you’d expe a practice game. A wave of excitement washed over him. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on the ball and make his mark on the court.

  Kiyoshi turned back to the new recruits, his voice carrying across the court. “That’s called a dunk. ters like Robi are usually the ones who excel at those kinds of pys because of their height and strength. But don’t worry, you’ll have your ces to shioo.”

  James rying to steady his breathing. His heart was rag—not just from the excitement of the game but also from the anticipation of his first py. He had always been qui his feet, but basketball required a differe of skills. He had to be sharp with his passes, accurate with his shots, and mindful of the game’s flow.

  The game tinued, with Team 2 pushing back against the initial momentum. Ahsan was quick t the ball down the court for his team, passing it to Tariq. Tariq was a strong pyer, his power forosition giving him a sturdy foundation in the paint. But Faisal, a point guard for Team 1, was qui his feet, matg Tariq’s every move. Faisal passed the ball to Adnan, aiting on the perimeter, ready to make a py.

  James’s eyes darted around the court, watg the flow of the game. He couldn’t help but feel a little overwhelmed. The game was faster than judo, with stant movement and shifting positions. But at the same time, the challeed him. This was a new world, and he was determio step up.

  The iy of the game was rising. Team 2 was beginning to find their rhythm, pushing harder on offense and defehe ball moved quickly across the court, and each pyer seemed to be in stant motion. James was keeping his position as shooting guard, watg for any opportuo make a move.

  Ahsan, a veteran pyer, brought the ball down the court once again, expertly navigating through the defense. His eyes locked onto Rifat, who had positioned himself he three-point line, ready for the pass. Ahsan tossed the ball in his dire, and just as Rifat reached out to catch it, James’s instincts kicked in.

  His judo background had sharpened his reflexes, and he moved without thinking. He sprioward the ball, cutting across the court with precision. Just as Rifat was about to catch it, James unched himself forward, intercepting the pass with a swift, grab.

  The court fell silent for a split sed as James’s hands closed around the ball. The defenders, startled by his sudden movement, hesitated for just a moment. The move was all James’s.

  With a quick pivot, James turo face the basket, his eyes locked on the hoop. He took a deep breath, eling all his energy into the shot. His legs bent, his arms raised, and with a sharp flick of his wrist, he sent the ball s through the air.

  Bullseye.