Jumping full-throttle felt sugoi, but in the next game, Zack wisely dialed it back to his ground-and-pound furoa ryū—floor game.
After all, Zion Williamson, who’s way leaner than Zack right now, already proved with his medical chart: when your knees take on more than they can handle, baki—they’ll snap.
For Zack, staying healthy was the ōdō—the royal road. No way was he risking a streetball game just to get an up-close look at America’s healthcare system.
Even if there might be cute nurse oneesan at the hospital.
On the court, though, Zack’s return to earth didn’t give Beast Ellis a single inch. Ellis’s edge was his mobility, but today he stubbornly chose to go tai-atari—head-to-head—with Zack.
Big mistake. Not only did Ellis fail to reclaim his pride, but he also made Zack realize just how much of a defensive kaijū his body could be.
A few days ago, Zack remeasured his height and wingspan. Barefoot, he stood at 206 cm, with a ridiculous 225 cm armspan. So even without jumping, as long as Ellis couldn’t muscle out space under the basket, Zack’s height and reach were enough to smother him with bōgyo—defense.
Compared to the old "Zack" Ellis remembered, who shied away from contact, this Zack—reborn with years of streetball experience—was way greasier on D. Once he clocked that Ellis’s under-basket moves were limited to back-to-the-basket spins or bulldozing breakthroughs, Zack played it sly. He’d give Ellis a bit of space, let him start his move, then bam—lean in with physicality.
In a no-foul-limit, high-contact streetball game , that bōgyo was straight-up rogue.
Ellis complained to the refs nonstop, but even when they called fouls on Zack, Ellis’s rattled mindset meant he could barely sink his free throws.
Seeing this, Ellis shifted gears after a few possessions, focusing on defense to try and claw back some menboku—face. But Zack’s next move nearly broke him.
Zack, fully committed to riding Paul’s coattails, had zero interest in iso scoring. As Paul’s wingman, his points came mostly from mid-range or long shots after popping out from a sukuriin.
If Ellis managed to recover and contest after delaying Paul, Zack would use his clear view from the top of the key to dish the ball elsewhere.
During his training with Paul, Zack didn’t just grind his fundamentals—he soaked up Paul’s playmaking waza too. And Paul, watching Zack gel with him on the court, noticed something else: beyond their growing kizuna, Zack had serious potential as a playmaking big man.
In one play, after a sukuriin with Paul, Zack, posted at the top of the key, pulled off a jaw-dropping assist. Without even looking, he whipped a bounce pass to C.J., setting him up for an easy bucket under the hoop.
"You saw C.J.’s cut?" Paul asked.
Zack nodded. "Yeah, I waited a bit ’cause his cut was slower than I expected."
Paul made up his mind right then: he’d add passing drills to Zack’s training to unlock his playmaking potensharu. As a natural-born floor general, Paul knew how much a big man who could dish meant to a classic point guard like him.
In Zack’s memory, guys like David West and Blake Griffin leveled up their playmaking because Paul’s style demanded a big who could share the ball.
Sadly, Zack and Paul didn’t snag the $1,500 prize in this 50-point streetball game. Zack’s weight dragged his stamina down late, and Ronnie Evans—looking like Tyrese Gibson’s twin—went supernova in the second half, draining seven threes for the upperclassmen team.
C.J., tasked with guarding Evans, was murimuri—totally bummed—after the game. "How’s he that accurate? Dude’s gotta be cheating!"
Paul glanced at his older brother and roasted, "With your bōgyo, even a grade-schooler could shoot that well."
C.J.’s face turned red as his little brother ripped off his mask. "Oh yeah? Then who was it that lost to me seven out of ten times in high school one-on-ones?"
Paul shrugged, cool as ever. "Bro, I was barely over 160 cm back then. Losing to me three times—is that really something to flex about?"
You’re really my little brother, Chris?!
Watching this, Zack couldn’t help but envy the kyōdai bond between Paul and C.J.
Meanwhile, the upperclassmen trio—who nearly got upset by Paul’s freshman squad—weren’t exactly celebrating. Sure, Paul’s slick handles and smooth playmaking would boost the Demon Deacons next season, but knowing they only won because of Evans’s hot streak left them feeling like they’d lost all menboku.
Especially Beast Ellis, the team’s starting center.
He knew this streetball game was gonna be tomorrow’s front-page news at Wake Forest. Even during the offseason, the news club—those yaji-uma who loved stirring the pot—would have a field day. They’d roast Ellis for getting schooled by Zack, the so-called "Wake Forest Shame," and email every subscriber to make sure no one missed the gossip over break.
Just thinking about it made Ellis want to bury his head in the dirt.
"Rest in peace, Beast," Evans teased, patting Ellis’s shoulder. "After today, you and Holly are probably done for good."
"What do you think the coaches will say when they see the game report?" Monk asked, poking the wound.
Evans, the chillest of the trio, spread his hands. "Look on the bright side: the better Chris Paul plays, the better our chances next season, right? But, Beast, real talk—you should hit up Zack for some tips."
Ellis sulked. "Defensive tips?"
"Nah," Evans grinned. "Tips on managing the water cooler. ’Cause once the season starts, you’re gonna need that expertise."
"Extra! Extra! ’Team Shame’ Zack Crushes Star Center ’Beast’ Chris Ellis in River Valley Cup Streetball!"
"Is this a twist of human nature or a fall from grace?"
"Insider sources say Holly Woodson, long pursued by Chris Ellis, was spotted in the arms of football captain Dawson Johnson yesterday. No direct evidence yet links Holly’s rejection to Ellis’s River Valley Cup flop."
The day after the River Valley Cup, when Zack got the email from the school’s news club, he nearly spat his nutritional shake all over his retro computer monitor.
Gotta hand it to journalism—it’s got a charm all its own.
"Here’s hoping Chris Ellis keeps his cool and doesn’t spiral like the old ’me’ did," Zack thought, silently mourning for Ellis for three seconds. The most update n0vels are published on novel★fire.net