Two teams cross paths off-court at The Winter Cup. One team wears black; they're ready, optimistic, yet wary. The other wears orange; they're sweaty, dispirited, and defeated. The two teams barely acknowledge each other. The captains manage to nod as their eyes meet. There are no sparks flying between the aces, only a silent understanding that they will play again sometime soon. Orange number 10, darts back, and catches the arm of black number 5. Point guard to point guard, the two stare at each other.
"Crush Akashi for me, Eagle-Eye. Avenge us," number 10 smirks.