Ethan's POV
I stood on the court, eyes locked onto Miho, who casually dribbled the ball in front of me, a cocky smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
"Be ready," Miho said, his voice playful, but I could feel the sharpness behind it. Like a blade wrapped in silk.
I narrowed my eyes, watching his every movement like a hawk. My knees were bent slightly, hands loose and ready.
I thought to myself,
(I may not have the Absolute Mimicry ability like Lucas... but I don't need it. I have the best weapon—The Basketball System.)
Then Miho made his move.
He crossed over to the left—
But I didn't bite.
"(Fake.)"
I mirrored his shift, staying in front of him. My body moved with clarity, like I had already seen the motion before it even happened.
Miho raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised.
"Hmm… you think you can lock me down?"
He stepped back a little, regaining his rhythm, dribbling smoothly again.
