Ethan didn't waste any time responding. He grinned, his focus sharp as ever, not even looking back at Miho. "I'm Ethan, that's how."
The words were simple, but there was a weight to them. This was more than just a one-on-one game; this was about proving that even without the flashiest technique or the most impressive skillset, raw determination and smart play could lead to victory.
Ethan's first step toward the hoop was swift, followed by another burst of speed. His mind was already calculating the next move. He knew Miho would try to close the gap, but this wasn't just about the play; it was about maintaining control and not letting his opponent regain his rhythm.
He dribbled once more, then took a quick step back, using his newfound space to set up a perfect jumper. Miho, still recovering, leaped toward him, but it was too late. Ethan released the ball in one fluid motion.
Swish.
