It was a free-styling basketball practice for Tokyo Jujutsu High. Their next game awaits, from Kyoto.

“Coming through!”

Itadori shouted, one of the best players on the team. He slammed the basketball through the hoop and suddenly popped off the pole with a thud. Gosh- this is the fourth time you’ve done this!

”Hehe.. Oopsie.”

He’d giggle as he awkwardly picked up the backboard. Our teammates sighed.