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... been.
Even with the overhead lights humming and the rubber soles squeaking faintly on concrete, the air felt still—unnaturally still.
Dirga bounced the ball once.
The echo didn’t come back right.
He frowned.
Ahead, the court waited, a bright rectangle under artificial sun. But something about it felt distant. Like it wasn’t inviting them in.
Like it was watching.
Aizawa stood beside him, stretching out his shoulders. Calm. Measured.
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