Score: 6-3
Time: 0:20 seconds left – 1st Quarter
Ethan glanced at the scoreboard. 6-3.
Not ideal, but it wasn't panic time—yet.
"(Still the first quarter…)
(There's time to figure out their weaknesses. We just need to hold on—keep learning.)"
His eyes shifted to Lucas, who was dribbling near the top of the key, eyes flicking between his defender and the shot clock.
Kaia—or rather, her other self, Zaia—was crouched low in front of Lucas, wild grin spread across her face, body practically vibrating with chaotic energy.
"Let's play, mister!!" Zaia giggled, her voice bouncing with manic joy.
Lucas blinked.
"(Mister? I'm literally 14...)" he thought, exasperated.
From the wing, Charlotte stifled a laugh, clearly having heard it too.
Lucas shot her a half-glare, half-sigh—then flipped a switch in his mind.
His face grew serious.
