It's the timeline where Kogure made that three-point shot against Ryonan in the finals. May be off due to its allusions.


Red Windfall

The circularity of that red-hued rubber seamlessly fluttered amidst the sweat-soaked ambience of the air inside such gymnasium; voices were distant in ways KIminobu Kogure could not settle upon, in endlessness that seemed to be finite at the depths of his novel genesis. The four others, whose smiles were broken but optimistic nonetheless, had their consciousness threading the phenomena of time and space, as slowly-paced as it seemed. At fractions of heartbeats, of passing moments that transcend in the totality of the universe – between past, present and unfathomable future, Kogure had remembered it right.

Years and years ago, Kogure had his innocence; Kiminobu had his ways of overcoming the futility of his body and transcending the faculties of his will, where he shared dreams of probable impossibilities like genuine wars between hearts and minds, between surrender and rebirth. Years ago, he aspired to be a part of a thrived society hungry for glory; he aspired of having a boisterous ego in the path of such affair without losing humility. He aspired of Japan having its locus of emancipated search for victory onto the very family he had, the very family that created a universe of brotherhood for all of them.

And he dreamed this with Hisashi Mitsui despite the emotional terrorists that bore through the tusks of his sentimental existence; they dreamed encompassing possibilities in the future they both can share. They dreamed of defeating the metaphysic infinity of time and space, the inevitability of death and the reek of orthodox mindset; they dreamed of overcoming the essence of infinity itself through their foundation of ardor, they very one thing that coagulated and resembled them together in spite of all those emotional interventions.

And this, in the end, they consider a windfall.

The voices were impeccable amidst its noise, shattering glasses of breakthrough and novel phenomena as the ball coiled near the ring, impassive from any Ryonan-derived negativity as it finally entered, the thick thread below mingling as to make a quick yet slight hum of victory on Shohoku; Kiminobu Kogure smiled, and three point shot it was.

Like bullets that pierce the existence of his invented essence, Kogure heard more voices that quaked the depths of his mind. "Good shot megane!", Kogure had heard Hanamichi, and in all these moments, it was an emotional advantage. It was a conflagrating commotion for the Shohoku then; fuzziness was solace as Mitsui fumble with Kogure's velvety brown tresses.

And lastly – he wont dare forget that performative utterance – Kogure heard Mitsui whisper, "A reward." What it was he needed not to forebode; it's all good in the most innate way.