1v1s Against Veterans! Daichi vs Kenta! (Part2)

Next up was Kenta versus Daichi, a clash of powerhouses. The two exchanged intense glances before the match began. Kenta, built like a buffalo, was determined to prove himself.

"Hey..." Kenta stares at Daichi, raising his voice. "There's only room for one PF on my brother's team." He hits his chest with all his might. "And it's going to be me."

The new guy is crazy. "Girls only care about who's in the starting lineup..." He placed his thumb on his chest and smiled confidently. "And that spot is mine."

A single thought passed through the gym. They're both crazy.

Why does he keep calling me brother at every possible opportunity?

Kenta started aggressively, using his strength to muscle his way past Daichi, but Daichi's size and experience made him a formidable opponent.

While doing the protection, Kenta started screaming.

"I'll never lose! I'm going to play with my brother!".

When Daichi began to move under the pressure exerted by Kenta, he returned the scream.

"I'm going to date pretty girls!"

A fierce battle of strength was fought, each with their motivation being exposed with full fervor.

Kenta ended up scoring with a powerful drive, but it wasn't easy.

"Brotherhood is much stronger than an empty feeling for girls." Kenta clenches his fists, with a dramatic pose.

Daichi stands up, his expression fervent.

"I don't have empty feelings for any girl. I'll crush your brotherhood!"

I hate these two.

Daichi countered with a post move, using his size to back Kenta down before spinning for a layup. The match was close, but Kenta's eyes were burning in passion.

"It's time to decide this once and for all, bros or hoes." Kenta looked at Daichi.

"I've waited my whole life for this."

Kenta goes up screaming, in a duel of ideals, it was clear to everyone that if Kenta scored, he would be the winner, but if he was stopped, Daichi would emerge victorious. When the two were about to collide, Kenta stops screaming, and takes a step back, which fools Daichi.

Wait! That would be...

"Bros move. 2 point fadeaway." He copies Akira's movements. jumping back with a perfect form, and shooting while in the air.

"What?! That's cheating!" Daichi tries to recover.

Swish!

The ball goes in, and Kenta points at Akira, with a smile on his face.

"I learned that from you, brother!"

How did he manage to make a fadeaway the first time?! That's a very advanced technique.

"I saw you shooting with that back jump... And I understood! I immediately picked up the basketball to play at home!

"Did you learn it instantly like that?"

"I know it's impressive... But I can learn techniques from my brothers very quickly."

This is insane... Can this guy copy me? He would become a monster.

"Unfortunately this shooting is really very difficult, I get it right on average 2 out of 20."

Akira's impressed face breaks into a serious expression, a huge break from expectation.

Let me know this beforehand, you brainless pile of muscle. I thought you would be a generational talent... 2 out of 20 can't even be considered a weapon, just a stroke of luck.

After some 1v1s, the next duel would be between the reserve Small Forwards against the starter. Renji against Takeo.

Takeo stood at the edge of the court, tying his long hair into a messy bun. His usual melancholy expression faded, replaced by a wild grin. He cracked his neck, the transformation complete.

"Time to rock and roll, baby!" he shouted, his voice full of energy as if he had just downed a dozen energy drinks.

Hiroshi, the team captain, who was next to Akira sighs, rubbing his eyes.

"Is there a problem?" Akira asks curiously.

"Whenever he puts his hair up and it's messy, he gets this 'rocker' persona."

"Does this team only have crazy people?"

"I bought him some hair gel so he can style it properly. At least the personality with the styled hair is less annoying, and he doesn't keep using those embarrassing phrases."

Renji, standing across from him, adjusted his wristband, a glint of seriousness in his eye. 

"So, the rumors were true," he muttered under his breath. "The Secret Organization has activated your battle mode. I knew they were experimenting with players, but this... this is beyond even my expectations."

Takeo raised an eyebrow, half-amused, half-confused.

"What are you mumbling about over there, man? Just play the game!"

Renji nodded, a serious expression on his face.

"I accept this challenge, but know this: I'm not just any opponent. I am the Gold Hearted Exorcist, and your diabolic energy will be your downfall." Renji makes a sign of the cross.

Takeo burst out laughing, his rocker persona fully engaged.

"Gold Hearted Exorcist, huh? Alright, let's see if you can handle this!" He threw up a devil horns gesture with his hand and started dribbling the ball, his movements exaggerated and full of swagger. "Get ready for a smackdown, dude!"

"O supreme god, help me bring light to this heathen"