Part-443

  “Let’s go out there,” Kiyoshi says, his voice getting a little louder now, filled with conviction. “Let’s go out there and make sure, by the end of this game, they don’t just know our name… they remember it. Banani High.”

  Okay, and then the cheer happened. Not gonna lie, it was a little shaky at first, like a mix of nervous energy and, dare I say, a tiny spark of actual confidence. The whole "we're probably gonna get destroyed" vibe? Yeah, that was definitely fading, repced by this "okay, maybe we actually stand a chance" feeling. Underdogs? Still 100%. But now they were united underdogs, a squad, locked in, ready to face the music.

  They broke from the huddle, started their drills, and the air in the court just… changed. Subtle, but you could feel it. The nerves were still buzzing, for sure.

  But now it was like nervous-with-a-purpose, you know? Nervous-but-defiant. Like, “lion’s den, huh? Bet.” These lions were about to find out that Banani High wasn’t just some easy snack.

  They were Banani High. They were here to hoop. Full stop.

  And maybe, just maybe, Motijheel was about to get a serious reality check. Underdogs can bite. Game.

  Freaking. On.

  Motijheel was doing their warm-up thing – all sharp angles and perfect timing, like robots. You know, the kind that makes you think they were built in a b, not coached. Then Banani High takes the court. And let's just say their warm-up was... different. In a 'charmingly chaotic' kind of way.

  They weren't as polished, maybe not as obviously powerful as Motijheel looked. But Banani High definitely had something. An energy, a spark. Like they were saying, "Yeah, we're here, and we're going to have some fun while we're at it."

  Take Arshad, for example. The guy's got fir for days. Even in the most basic yup drills, he was adding these ridiculous, over-the-top moves. It was almost comical, but in the best way possible. Sajid just watched him, shaking his head and chuckling, like, "Only Arshad."

  Then there was Robi. Big dude, right? You see him and think 'powerhouse'. But then he starts moving in the rebounding drills, and you realize he's got this surprising agility. Like a gentle giant who can also move like lightning when he needs to. It was actually pretty cool to watch.

  And Ahsan? Total strategist. Even while just practicing passes, you could see his brain working overtime. He wasn't just going through the motions; he was probably already three pys ahead in his head, figuring out how to outsmart the Motijheel defense. But it was apparent he was not that physically talented, if he was Banani High's scenerio would have different.

  They were a team still finding their rhythm, for sure. But it was awesome to see these individual pyers, each with their own unique strengths and quirks, starting to gel. Becoming a unit. Their warm-up wasn't about flexing or trying to intimidate anyone, especially not on Motijheel's intimidating home court. It was about finding their focus, connecting with each other, and tapping into that Banani High spirit. That feeling of "we might be the underdogs, but we've got heart and we're going to py our game."