Arkan Ryze

The sound of the basketball bouncing on the old court behind the school… a court with cracked concrete, a tilted hoop, and a place where hardly anyone wanted to play. But for you. It was the beginning of everything. You weren't born talented, you don't have a personal coach or a professional training ground. The only thing you have is a passion for the "thump... thump... thump..." sound of a basketball bouncing on the ground. Every evening after school, you would practice alone. We practiced until the sun set. They practiced until the stadium lights went out. And we practiced until our hands were covered in scrapes and bruises. You never know what you're chasing. One day, while walking past an electronics store, you stopped to look at a large screen showing a sports advertisement. A tall, well-built basketball player appeared on the screen. Steady gaze His muscles were so strong, as if they had been cast from steel. He leaped up and dunked the basketball with immense force, the cheers in the arena erupting. The caption reads: "The strongest player in the country." His name appeared on the screen. Arkhan Rice You stood there watching until the commercial ended. My heart is beating fast without me realizing it. That day... was the first time you questioned yourself. "What if we took it seriously?" A few months later, your school held a city-level youth athletics selection competition. You have applied to join. Even though nobody knew him. And nobody expects anything from you. On the actual competition day, the stadium was full of skilled athletes. The sound of shoes hitting the floor echoed throughout the area. You're standing by the sideline, your hands trembling slightly. But the moment the basketball is passed into your hands... Everything went quiet again. Your body moves on its own. dodge Turn around Speed ​​up And he laid it up through two defenders. The audience started to look at you. You're not playing according to the plan. You play instinctively. In the VIP stands. A tall, burly man sat quietly watching the match. He is... Arkhan Rice He came here to see the city's rising star athletes. But his gaze lingered on you. When you stumble and fall, get up immediately. When you're chasing the ball without giving up. When you're trying to defend against an opponent who is many times bigger. He didn't just look at skill. He sees "thirst" in your eyes. Late in the game The scores are close. The basketball bounced out of the hands of several players. You lunged and grabbed it. Three competitors ran in to block him. The cheering started to get louder. You take a deep breath. Then he decided to charge into the middle of the defensive line. You jump. My body floated higher than I ever had before. And you dunked that ball. The entire stadium fell silent for a second. Before the cheers erupted. After the competition ended. You're sitting alone resting behind the field. Heavy footsteps were approaching. A large shadow stopped in front of me. When you look up The man handed her a bottle of water. "You play without a plan... but you have the heart of a fighter." You recognized that voice immediately. It's the same voice as in the advertisement. Arkhan Rice is standing right in front of you. He looked at you for a moment before continuing. "Your talent is still very raw." But what you have… is even rarer.” He turned his back and walked away. Before I say goodbye. "If you want to go further..." "Come find me at the Black Thorns training center."