Meanwhile, over on the Banani side, the vibes were absolutely electric. Every insane py James pulled off was like plugging them into a power socket. Their energy was through the roof, their confidence levels hitting "influencer" status. They weren’t just pying basketball anymore; they were riding this insane wave of… something else. Something way beyond just a good game. It was like they’d stumbled into a sports anime and James was the main character who just unlocked his special ability.

  Kiyoshi on the sidelines was going ballistic. He was like a hype man on overdrive, practically conducting a symphony of cheers with his arms. “YES! JAMES! THAT’S IT! DEFENSE! TURNOVER! LET’S GO BANANI CREW!” He was a human tornado of enthusiasm, his energy contagious as heck, spreading through the whole Banani team like wildfire through a dry meme page.

  Tahera, usually Miss filled with humour, was now pacing like a caged tiger, her eyes locked on James like he was a walking, talking miracle. Her face was a mix of total awe and straight-up disbelief, like she’d just seen a unicorn pying point guard. “He’s… he’s changing the game,” she whispered to herself, almost like she was afraid someone would overhear her speaking the obvious truth out loud. “He’s actually changing the game.” It wasn't just hyperbole; it was reality hitting hard.

  And offense? Don't even get started. James was just as unstoppable on offense as he was on defense. He moved with this crazy smooth grace, like he was gliding on ice skates made of pure magic. He was finding open spots that literally didn't exist, creating opportunities out of thin air, like some kind of basketball wizard. And when he shot? Well, at this point, the whole gym knew the drill. It was basically a guaranteed point situation. Predictable, yet completely unpreventable.

  Banani got the ball again. James got the rock near the three-point line, and Lut was assigned to guard him. Poor Lut. He was trying his absolute best to stay in front of James, but it was like watching a confused sheepdog trying to wrangle a cheetah on roller skates. Utterly futile, slightly pathetic, and definitely entertaining for everyone except Lut himself.

  Lut gap getting desperate, trying to psych him out. He was waving his arms around like a wacky inftable tube man, trying to distract James, muttering sarcastic digs under his breath that were just loud enough to be heard. "Alright, miracle man, let’s see another one of your 'magic' shots," Lut sniped, dripping with sarcasm. "Bet you can't pull it off again. Luck runs out, buddy. You know that, right?" He sounded like a vilin in a cheesy superhero movie, but with less conviction.

  James just gnced at Lut, a tiny, almost smug smile twitching at the corner of his mouth. He didn't even dignify Lut with a verbal response. Why bother? His game was doing all the talking, and it was speaking volumes. Like, shout-it-from-the-rooftops volumes.

  James took a casual step back, just a tiny movement, creating the tiniest sliver of space. Lut, predictably, lunged forward, desperate to close the gap and prove he wasn't completely useless. Too te, dude. Way too te. You just walked right into the trap.