But James wasn't even close to being done. He was still floating up there, suspended in mid-air like some kind of basketball god descending from Mount Olympus. Dude hadn't even touched the ground yet. And yet, you could just tell he was already thinking ahead, already reacting, his brain working at warp speed, processing information faster than anyone could comprehend. Bullseye. Target acquired.

  Without even gncing, without a single second of hesitation, still floating gracefully above the court like he had personal cloud privileges, James just flicked his wrist. It was this casual, almost dismissive motion, like he was just swatting away a particurly annoying mosquito.

  But the ball, still clutched firmly in his hand, suddenly came alive. It unched from his fingertips, not just thrown, but unched, a perfect, arcing pass that sliced through the air with ser-guided precision.

  This wasn't some wild, Hail Mary heave, some desperate st-second throw. Nah, this was a calcuted, pinpoint delivery, aimed at a specific target, way, way down the court, like he was sending a basketball-shaped missile.

  And the target of this impossible pass? Sajid, Banani’s small forward. And get this: Sajid had somehow, against all odds, found himself perfectly positioned right near Motijheel’s basket, completely and utterly alone.

  It was like he had some kind of psychic link with James, like he had seen the future, predicted the interception, and instinctively sprinted to the exact spot where he needed to be to catch the incoming magic. Or maybe, just maybe, it was James’s unreal pass that had somehow guided Sajid to that exact location, bending space and time to make sure he was there. Honestly, at this point, it was getting hard to tell what was reality and what was a fever dream.

  The ball soared across the court, spinning in this perfect, mesmerizing spiral against the backdrop of the setting sun, which was now casting these long, dramatic shadows across the court. It reached Sajid just as he arrived at the basket, like it was magnetically drawn to him.

  He caught it effortlessly, the pass nding right in his hands as if it had been personally delivered by a drone, a perfect, no-look delivery from the other side of the court. Sajid, who looked just as mind-blown as everyone else but operating purely on instinct, just id the ball up into the basket. Easy peasy yup. Two more points for Banani.

  Defense turned into instant, lightning-fast offense. All in the blink of an eye. Swish. The net made that satisfying sound again, just to really hammer home the point that, yes, this actually just happened.

  And then, chaos. The court just exploded. But this wasn't just your regur cheers and shouts anymore. This was a full-blown roar, a thunderous wave of sound that felt like it was vibrating the very ground beneath their feet. Disbelief? Yeah, that was gone. Now it was something else entirely. Awe. Pure, unadulterated wonder. And maybe, just a tiny hint of… fear?

  The Banani bench went absolutely feral. Kiyoshi was jumping up and down like a pogo stick gone wild, screaming his lungs out until he was probably hoarse. Tahera was cpping her hands so hard they were probably turning purple and throbbing. Ahsan was practically sprinting onto the court, his face stretched into this massive grin that was wider and more manic than the Cheshire Cat's. It was pandemonium.