Chapter 11 · free to read
Eighty-one minutes. Two hundred and ten jumps. He had not come off the floor once.
The finger had gone two years ago and never quite come back. Tonight it had finally decided to be honest about it.
Sixteen twenty-two. Ryuudai had made four substitutions. Kirisaka had made none in two years.
Seventeen twenty-three. A perfect toss means nothing if the arm it arrives for has nothing left in it. I had never once thought about the other end of my own hands.
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