The sky over Seiryo High had never felt this heavy.

Gray clouds rolled in like slow-moving titans, dragging long shadows across the campus as if the sun itself feared what was coming next. The air carried that strange metallic stillness before a storm humid, thick, a quiet that pressed against the skin.

The team felt it too.

They didn't say it.

But they felt it.

Yuuto arrived before sunrise.

The gym was locked, but that never stopped him. He circled around the building, found the cracked back window Marcus always joked about fixing, and slipped through it like a thief stealing hours.

He needed this time.

He needed the solitude.

Because last night's training

the 500 shots,

the system quests,

the awakening of Self-Actualization

had done something to him.

He wasn't sure what, exactly.

But it felt like the edges of his mind had widened.

Like he could think further ahead.

See more, feel more.

He bounced the ball once.

The echo rang with a clarity that almost startled him.

"…I can do this," he whispered.

He wasn't convincing himself anymore.

He was declaring it.

Yuuto took his first shot of the morning.

Swish.

No warm-up. No hesitation.

His form, even still shaky around the edges, had a focus sharpened by something invisible something brewing quietly inside him.

Self-Actualization.

The skill wasn't flashy.

It wasn't loud.

It didn't roar like a monster or flare like a blaze.

It whispered.

It analyzed.

It evolved.

Every movement he made, the skill lingered behind it like a faint shadow guiding, correcting, suggesting.

He felt it activate again as he dribbled to the wing.

…your foot is half an inch too close to the line.

Yuuto adjusted without thinking.

Your release angle dipped by four degrees on the last shot.

He raised his elbow.

Good. Again.

Yuuto's breath shivered.

Not out of fear.

Out of awe.

This wasn't just a skill.

This was a teacher.

A mirror.

A second consciousness gently tightening the screws of his potential.

When the gym doors finally unlocked and sunlight spilled through, Yuuto was drenched in sweat, shirt clinging to his skin, eyes bright like embers awakening.

He didn't feel like the same kid from yesterday.

And yet…

He knew this was just the beginning.

By the time the rest of the team arrived, the storm clouds were darker, closer.

Practice started normally.

Warm-ups.

Layup lines.

Ball-handling drills.

But everything felt… off.

Like everyone sensed something shifting under their feet.

Marcus kept glancing at Yuuto watching how he moved, noticing the tiny differences.

Daniel stretched in silence, jaw tight, eyes narrowed.

He wasn't irritated.

He was studying.

Hikari stood beside Takeda at the far corner of the gym, whispering to him while tracking the team's body language like she was reading an ancient script.

"Coach," Hikari murmured, "they're changing."

Takeda didn't reply, but his one eye glinted.

He saw it too.

A storm was coming, not from the sky

but from the players.

Takeda blew the whistle.

"Everyone, center court."

The players gathered. Sweat dripping. Breathing steady. Jittery without knowing why.

Takeda looked at each of them slowly, letting the silence do its work.

Then

"We will be scrimmaging Hakuro High in three days."

The gym froze.

Completely.

Even the air seemed to stop moving.

Marcus blinked.

Ruki visibly stiffened.

Ren exhaled sharply.

Even the usually calm Marcus eyes narrowed.

Yuuto felt something inside his chest flicker.

Hakuro.

Ryu Kazen's team.

Ryu the monster with the grid-pattern eyes.

The boy who moved like a machine god.

The player Yuuto feared and aimed at in the same heartbeat.

Takeda continued:

"This is not a friendly game. Hakuro is coming to measure us. To test us. To see whether we're worth their time."

His voice deepened.

"They think we're insects."

No one moved.

No one spoke.

Takeda's tone sharpened:

"Prove them wrong."

A pulse of challenge spread across the court like shockwaves.

Yuuto felt the flicker inside him surge into a small flame.

The team split into groups for drills, but practice wasn't the same.

Everything had teeth.

Passes were sharper.

Screens were harder.

Spacing was tighter.

Every layup was finished with a little more force.

Competition crackled through the air like static.

Yuuto, normally quiet during drills, barked quick commands:

"Marcus switch!"

"Ren take the angle!"

"Daniel, go under on him!"

It wasn't dominance.

Not arrogance.

It was necessity.

The point guard inside him the one he didn't feel ready to become was suddenly taking shape.

And the others noticed.

Marcus grinned.

"He's talking more."

Takeru smirked.

"About damn time."

Even Takeda raised an eyebrow.

But as practice intensified, so did Yuuto's unease.

Every time he blinked, he saw Ryu.

Every time he hesitated, he felt Kanzaki's silent aura pressing down like gravity.

Two kings.

Two monsters.

Two futures walking toward the spotlight.

And Yuuto?

He was still learning how to stand in that light without shaking.

Practice ran late.

When they finally left the gym, the campus was bathed in orange sunset. The storm clouds hadn't broken yet, but the sky felt swollen with tension.

Yuuto walked with Marcus and Ren down the path toward the train station.

Marcus slapped Yuuto's back.

"You gonna be ready, PG?"

Yuuto forced a small smile.

"I'm trying."

Ren leaned forward slightly. "You don't feel the same as yesterday."

Yuuto blinked. "What do you mean?"

"Your presence," Ren said. "It's heavier."

Marcus laughed.

"Bro sounds like he's narrating a samurai movie."

Ren shrugged.

"But I'm right."

Yuuto lowered his gaze.

He wasn't ready to talk about last night.

About the system.

About the silent evolution creeping through his mind.

"Thanks," he murmured. "I think."

Marcus nudged him again.

"No thinking. You'll be ready. We all will."

Yuuto nodded, but his hand subconsciously tightened around the strap of his bag.

Ready?

He wasn't sure.

But the world didn't care.

Hakuro was coming.

Ryu was coming.

Kanzaki was coming.

And Yuuto felt the storm tugging at him.

Far across the city, under the glow of a dim streetlamp by an empty station bench—

Kanzaki scrolled through match reports on his phone.

Shujin High.

Rosters.

Player tendencies.

Notable stats.

Practice rumors.

He paused when he reached one name.

Yuuto Tsukihara.

Position: Point Guard.

Kanzaki's eyes narrowed.

The boy had something.

A faint spark.

A tiny ember.

But Kanzaki's mind worked differently than most players.

To him, potential wasn't exciting.

It was a threat.

"Ryu," he murmured, his voice cold and low. "You sensed him too, didn't you?"

A light breeze brushed his hair.

The train arrived, doors sliding open.

Kanzaki stood, pocketed his phone, and stepped inside.

"Storm's coming," he said softly, almost amused.

His reflection in the train window stared back—calm, sharp, unreadable.

"And only kings know how to survive it."

The gym was quiet in a way Yuuto always found unsettling.

Not peaceful.

Not relaxing.

Too quiet.

Like the silence was made of questions he didn't know how to answer.

Practice had ended two hours ago.

Most of the team had gone home. Some stayed behind to chat or shower.

Yuuto didn't go home.

He never did.

His teammates joked that he was "married to the game," but that wasn't the truth.

The truth was uglier.

The truth was that every time he walked home, every time he lay in bed, every moment he wasn't training, he could feel—deep in the pit of his stomach—a fear he didn't have the words for.

A fear that he wasn't enough.

A fear that if he relaxed even once, he'd fall behind someone better, faster, hungrier.

A fear that he wasn't destined to be great…

And that maybe greatness would never choose him in return.

The gym lights cast long shadows across the court as Yuuto dribbled to the top of the arc.

He inhaled.

Exhaled.

Jumped.

The ball flicked from his fingertips—a clean release.

THWIP.

Another swish.

His 3-point shooting had improved.

But not enough.

Never enough.

He retrieved the ball, backpedaling, his breath fogging in the cold air of the gym.

He bounced the ball twice.

"Again."

THWIP.

"Again."

THWIP.

"Again."

His shoulders ached.

His legs burned.

The skin on his fingers stung from repetition.

But he didn't stop.

Because the moment he stopped, the doubts would come back.

And Yuuto Kisaragi was terrified of himself.

---

2 — PRESSURE AS A PLAYMAKER

People saw point guards as leaders.

Cool-headed. Sharp. Tactical geniuses.

Men who could control the flow of the entire game.

But pressure didn't feel noble or heroic from the inside.

Pressure felt like standing on a tightrope with your team's dreams tied to your back.

Pressure felt like the whole world expecting you to be the brain, the eyes, the beating heart.

Pressure felt like the voice in your head whispering:

"If you fail, it's your fault."

"If the team loses, it's because you weren't good enough."

"If you break… no one will care."

Yuuto wiped sweat from his forehead.

His hands trembled.

He braced them against his knees, panting, trying to steady himself.

Being a point guard wasn't just skill.

It was burden.

And Yuuto carried it alone.

He looked up at the rim.

A lonely spotlight shone down on it, making it look impossibly far away.

Like a crown on a distant throne only the chosen could touch.

Yuuto clenched his jaw.

"Then I'll choose myself."

---

3 — THE SYSTEM AWAKENS

It happened after his 301st shot.

Yuuto rose for another jumper.

The moment he released the ball…

Something inside him clicked.

Like a lock turning.

Like a door opening.

Then—

[SYSTEM UPDATE: THE PATH OF DOMINANCE]

Yuuto froze.

The ball fell through the net without him hearing it.

His heartbeat echoed in his ears.

A faint, pulsing screen appeared before him—transparent, glowing faintly like a whisper from another world.

He stared.

Unable to move.

Unable to look away.

Then new text unfolded:

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「New Quest Unlocked」

Prove Your Existence as a Floor General

Make 500 high-quality 3-point attempts

Complete 200 perfect pass cycles

Achieve 1 moment of instinctive clarity

Reward: +Focus, +Execution, Skill Evolution (???)

Yuuto swallowed.

"…I'm not dreaming."

The system wasn't loud.

It wasn't flashy.

It didn't scream that he was special.

It was the opposite.

It simply observed him.

Judged him.

Measured him.

Like it wasn't giving him greatness.

It was seeing whether he was worthy of it.

More text slid into view.

---

「New Skill Obtained」

SELF-ACTUALIZATION — Lv.1

"When the user questions their limitations, resolve increases.

Minor boost to decision-making, focus, and emotional resistance.

Skill evolves based on inner growth—not stats."

---

Yuuto whispered the words aloud.

"…based on inner growth?"

This skill wasn't about strength.

Or shooting.

Or speed.

It was about who he was becoming.

And that terrified him more than anything.

Because if the skill grew with him…

Then it meant he had to grow.

There was no shortcut.

No hack.

No cheat.

He had to face the parts of himself he always ran from.

The fear.

The loneliness.

The self-doubt.

And the terrifying possibility that he was meant for something more.

---

4 — THE FLICKER

Yuuto took a single step to the left.

His eyes locked onto the rim.

His breath slowed.

Then, without thinking—

He jumped.

The form wasn't perfect.

The feet weren't aligned.

The angle wasn't textbook.

But when the ball left his hands…

It felt right.

A sensation like lightning traveled from his spine to the tips of his fingers.

Not physical.

Not logical.

Instinct.

Pure, sharp, animal instinct.

The ball soared—

THWIP.

Yuuto froze.

That shot… didn't feel like his.

It felt like something inside him had awakened and guided him.

A flicker.

A glimpse.

A moment of clarity.

He dropped the ball.

Hands trembling.

"What… was that?"

---

5 — THE WORLD IS MOVING

Unbeknownst to Yuuto…

Far from his empty gym…

Ryu Kazen and Kanzaki Takahiro—the two rising kings—had already spoken about him.

They had seen something.

Something small.

Something quiet.

But dangerous.

A spark in the darkness.

The beginning of a storm.

Kanzaki had called it:

"A flicker of instinct."

Ryu had said:

"That kid might become a problem."

But Yuuto didn't know this.

All he felt was the sense that the world was moving faster than him.

That greatness was sprinting ahead.

And he was barely keeping pace.

He grabbed the ball again.

"Fine."

He walked back to the arc.

"Then I'll run faster."

---

6 — BIRTH OF OBSESSION

This time Yuuto didn't practice mechanically.

He didn't repeat drills out of habit.

He didn't force himself through pain.

He moved with purpose.

Sharp.

Focused.

Precise.

Shot after shot.

Step-back after step-back.

Pull-up after pull-up.

He pushed himself until his lungs burned.

Until the sounds of the court blurred.

Until his vision narrowed.

The world shrank to one rim.

One ball.

One heartbeat.

THWIP.

THWIP.

THWIP.

The gym echoed with the sound of a future being carved into existence.

Yuuto Kisaragi wasn't the most talented.

Wasn't the tallest.

Wasn't the fastest.

But he had something else.

A fear so sharp it became fuel.

A desire so deep it became hunger.

A soul so restless it refused to sleep.

He practiced until his shirt clung to him like a second skin.

Until his shooting form blurred into instinct.

Until his fingers felt numb.

The system pulsed.

---

[SELF-ACTUALIZATION — Progress: 27%]

---

Yuuto let out a shaky breath.

"Good…"

He bent down, resting his hands on his knees.

"…But not enough."

Never enough.

---

7 — THE BREAKING POINT

He tried for another shot.

But the ball slipped.

His tired legs wobbled.

His form collapsed.

The ball didn't even hit the rim.

It bounced off the backboard and rolled away like a reminder:

You are still imperfect.

Yuuto's chest tightened.

His throat felt dry.

He sat down on the floor and stared at his hands.

Hands that shook.

Hands that carried expectations.

Hands that wanted more.

"…Am I even good enough to be a point guard?"

It wasn't a dramatic question.

It wasn't shouted.

It wasn't emotional.

It was whispered.

Soft.

Fragile.

Painfully honest.

The kind of question only people who desperately wanted to grow dared ask.

The gym stayed silent.

Yuuto closed his eyes.

He remembered Ryu Kazen dominating the court like he was born to do it.

He remembered Kanzaki Takahiro controlling the flow of a game like a conductor of chaos.

He remembered people whispering about "future kings," "national stars," "once-in-a-generation talents."

And he remembered feeling invisible.

Forgettable.

Replaceable.

"…I don't want to be invisible."

He clenched his hands into fists.

"I want to be someone."

---

8 — THE PATH OF DOMINANCE

The system pulsed again.

Brighter.

Sharper.

As if responding not to his actions—but to his heart.

---

「Dominance Condition Detected」

"The desire to define oneself.

The refusal to bend to pressure.

The courage to confront one's weaknesses."

---

Another screen unfolded.

---

「PATH OF DOMINANCE: Initiated」

Phase 1: Identity

"Discover who you are beneath fear."

Phase 2: Resolve

"Choose what you wish to become."

Phase 3: Authority

"Command the court as an extension of the self."

---

Yuuto stared at the words.

This wasn't a reward.

It was a challenge.

A trial.

A promise of greatness… with the warning that greatness would demand everything in return.

He exhaled.

"Alright…"

He stood.

Picked up the ball.

And walked back to the arc.

"…I'll start with who I am."

---

Yuuto adjusted his stance.

His shoulders squared.

His grip steadied.

This time, he didn't think about pressure.

He didn't think about expectations.

He didn't think about Ryu, or Kanzaki, or the rumors, or the rankings.

He thought only of the shot.

The form.

The release.

The moment.

He jumped.

And the world slowed.

Just a heartbeat.

Just long enough for him to feel it.

The instinct again.

Not the same flicker as before.

Something deeper.

Like the beginning of a voice inside him.

A voice he had never heard because he had been too afraid to listen.

The ball left his fingers.

He knew it was going in before it even reached the peak of its arc.

THWIP.

The system chimed softly.

---

[SELF-ACTUALIZATION — Lv.1 → Progress 34%]

---

Yuuto lowered the ball and—

For the first time in hours—

He smiled.

A small, quiet smile.

A smile that meant:

"I'm getting there."

---

10 — HEADING HOME

By the time Yuuto left the gym, it was midnight.

The air outside was cold, almost freezing.

He tightened his bag strap and started walking.

The streets were empty.

Only the soft sound of distant cars and the faint glow of streetlights kept him company.

Yuuto looked at his hands again.

Steady.

Calm.

Resolved.

He muttered:

"…I'll become a point guard worthy of the ball."

Not for recognition.

Not for validation.

But because something inside him demanded it.

The Path of Dominance had begun.

He didn't know where it would lead.

He didn't know who he would become.

But he knew one thing:

He wouldn't walk away from it.

Not anymore.

---

11 — FINAL SCENE: A NEW PRESENCE

As Yuuto turned the corner to his apartment...

A man stood under a streetlight.

Tall.

Lean.

Dangerous aura.

He wasn't looking at Yuuto.

He was looking at the moon.

Yuuto almost walked past him—

Until the man spoke without turning.

His voice was deep.

Calm.

Sharp.

"Yuuto Kisaragi."

Yuuto froze.

The man finally turned his head.

His golden eyes glowed faintly under the streetlight.

He smiled with quiet amusement.

"You've finally awakened, haven't you?"

Yuuto felt his heart stop.

"W–Who are you?"

The man stepped forward.

Hands in his pockets.

Shadow stretching behind him like a cape.

"Name's Satoru Akamine."

He smirked.

"Remember it. I'm the one who's going to test whether your 'dominance' is real…"

His expression sharpened.

"Or just a pretty dream."

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