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98.3% Court of Rebirth: The Conqueror (KnB) / Chapter 290: Chapter 290: Echoes of Victory, Whispers of Loss

Chapitre 290: Chapter 290: Echoes of Victory, Whispers of Loss

"..."

Each member of the Generation of Miracles stood in stunned silence, their eyes fixed on the unfolding spectacle before them.

They had long accepted that Tsuna's abilities surpassed their own, but now it appeared that Akashi had also transcended his previous limitations.

What added to their astonishment was the revelation of yet another facet of Tsuna's skillset.

This led them to ponder whether Tsuna still possessed additional surprises, hidden up his sleeve.

However, given the current state of affairs, they harbored doubts about Tsuna's willingness to reveal any further tricks. His elusive perfect passes had already rendered Fukuda Sogo a force to be reckoned with, leaving Rakuzan High thoroughly outmatched.

In the midst of the intense match, Akashi clenched his teeth, his focus unwavering. A silent understanding passed between him and his teammates as they exchanged determined glances.

"We understand the odds are against us," Akashi whispered, his voice carrying the weight of their collective resolve.

With synchronized movements, the Rakuzan players surged forward.

Their expressions remained resolute as Akashi rallied their spirits, "But we are the Emperors of Creation! We will not go down without a fight!"

"Then, let's meet their challenge head-on!"

Tsuna's response echoed through the court, met with the sharpened gazes of everyone in Fukuda Sogo as they prepared to confront the advancing Rakuzan High players.

With Fukuda Sogo's players attuned to their Knight Perception, they merged their instincts into a unified force, ready to serve as their king's swords.

Every reaction, every movement, every ability was heightened to a higher level with Tsuna's elusive perfect passes, enhancing their team's overall capability.

As the game went on, the gap in skill between the two teams was evident.

Rakuzan found themselves overwhelmed by Fukuda Sogo's relentless defense and precise offense, unable to mount a successful counterattack.

As the clock continued to tick, neither team relented.

Rakuzan refused to surrender to respect their title as they fought with all their might.

Meanwhile, Tsuna and Fukuda Sogo pressed on, determined to maintain their dominance on the court.

The crowd was utterly captivated by the spectacle unfolding before them, recognizing that this game transcended the typical high school tournament.

It had the intensity and skill level reminiscent of a national or even international competition.

However, all good things must come to an end.

Tsuna's swift maneuvering allowed him to break through Rakuzan's defense, soaring toward the basket and delivering a thunderous slam dunk.

"Whoaa!"

"They've won!"

"Our King did it again!"

The gymnasium erupted with cheers and applause, punctuated by the referee's whistle signaling the game's conclusion.

Exhausted but exhilarated, the players of Fukuda Sogo collapsed onto the ground, their bodies weary from the demanding pace of the game they had just endured

Despite their fatigue, their faces radiated with pure excitement and jubilation, for they knew...

...they had emerged victorious!

With this triumph, they had clinched the championship title, cementing their status as the unrivaled King of Kings, reigning supreme over Japan's basketball scene!

Meanwhile, the players of Rakuzan High slumped to their knees, their bodies heavy with exhaustion as they gazed at the scoreboard in disbelief, coming to terms with their defeat.

"138 - 34?"

It was a harsh reminder of their overwhelming defeat.

"We were completely crushed, weren't we?"

"Unbelievable..."

The murmurs among them underscored the depth of their defeat at the hands of Fukuda Sogo.

Akashi was engulfed in a tumult of emotions, his heart weighed down by a complex mix of feelings as he remained standing, though internally everything seemed to be crumbling.

"...Is this what defeat feels like?"

He muttered, the words heavy with the weight of his first loss in a game.

For someone accustomed to victory, the sensation was unfamiliar and disheartening.

The realization that they had been bested gnawed at him, stirring a storm of emotions within. Tears threatened to well up in his eyes, but he quickly brushed them away, unwilling to display such vulnerability before his teammates.

Turning his gaze to Tsuna, who stood unperturbed on the court, Akashi shook his head in disappointment.

It was a stark contrast to the scene unfolding around him, where his teammates lay sprawled on the ground, utterly spent from the intensity of the match.

"He's truly different," Akashi muttered under his breath, his steps slow and deliberate despite the exhaustion weighing heavily on his body, mirroring the state of everyone else on the court.

Tsuna caught sight of Akashi's approach and turned to face him.

"Congratulations on the win. It was frustrating, but it seems we're no match for you," Akashi conceded, offering a handshake.

Tsuna accepted it firmly, shaking his head with a faint smile playing on his lips.

"It was a fun game, Seijuro..."

"Fun? Well, I guess it was fun for you," Akashi replied with a sigh.

Despite his frustration at the loss, he couldn't help but notice that Tsuna genuinely found enjoyment in the game.

Tsuna shook his head at Akashi's response, then gestured toward the corner of the gymnasium where his father and Jiro were seated.

"Look over there. This will surprise you."

"Hmm?"

Akashi's confusion was evident, but he complied, turning his head slowly. As he squinted his eyes, they widened in disbelief.

"Father?" He muttered in astonishment.

Tsuna smiled as he began to walk away, instructing his team to prepare for the post-match and championship ceremonies.

Meanwhile, Akashi continued to stare at Jiro's figure in disbelief.

Jiro was without his disguise at the moment as he stood beside Hirutora, who had also removed his disguise.

On the side, Hirutora let out a sigh, seeing his son send him a smirk, indicating that he was up to his usual schemes as he turned to walk away and let Jiro complete his business on his own.

"..."

Jiro remained silent, his expression complex as he observed Akashi.

He had sensed something amiss with Akashi ever since his wife's passing. But watching the game unfold today, he began to understand how Akashi coped with his grief.

"...All those sleepless nights, all that effort just to bury my sadness," Jiro lamented quietly, his gaze shifting back to Akashi on the court as he managed a smile.

"I should have realized sooner that you were struggling too, Seijuro. Despite today's loss, know that I'm proud of you."

Witnessing his father's smile, Akashi was taken aback.

A strong emotion came crashing into his whole being as the tears he had suppressed welled up against his will, streaming down his face as he returned the smile.

"...!"

Jiro was nearly overcome with emotion, seeing a glimpse of the innocent, carefree smile Akashi once wore when his mother was still alive reflected in his son's face at that moment.

"...Forgive me for failing as a father," Jiro sighed, casting a nod toward Akashi before leaving.

"..."

Hirutora closed his eyes, a bittersweet smile gracing his lips at the admission. He followed suit, silently accompanying Jiro out of the gymnasium.


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