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... s thick.
Not with noise—
With pressure.
Dirga clenched his jaw, his breath shallow, heartbeat pounding in his ears.
Three possessions behind.
No rhythm. No traction.
Not outplayed.
Erased.
Every play Kurotsuki made felt like a blade—precise, cold, merciless.
He couldn’t let this spiral.
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