Finally—Renji spoke.
"This isn't collapse."
"It's contamination."
"Scrub it clean."
…
The buzzer sounded.
They rose.
Not shaken.
Not cracked.
But—
Shifted.
Five quiet pieces of a breaking pattern.
Still composed.
Still clean in silhouette—
But inside?
The fog wasn't theirs anymore.
…
Game resumed.
But this time—
Kurotsuki didn't drift.
They stepped back onto the court with full awareness.
Spacing crisp.
Movement tighter.
Eyes locked—not on the play, but on its echo.
They were adjusting.
Unfreezing.
Dirga saw it.
And he didn't like it.
He didn't want them steady.
Didn't want them balanced.
Didn't want them grounded.
He wanted them drowning.
Maestro State—gone.
The pulse, the rhythm sync—faded.
But he had one more gear.
The last gear.
Dirga closed his eyes—
Just for half a breath.
Then—
[Tempo Sight – Active Trigger: Godframe – 45 seconds]
The fog didn't clear.
It bloomed.
Reality fractured.
Not into chaos—
Into threads.
