God of basketball

Previously

…The scouts would still be there, the whispers would still echo. But now, they were just background noise. The true music was the rhythm of the dribble, the swish of the net, the camaraderie of the court. He felt a deep sense of peace, a quiet confidence that settled into his soul. He was ready. Ready for whatever came next, ready to embrace the next chapter, ready to continue his journey on the court, not as a prodigy defined by others, but as an artist painting his own masterpiece, one slam dunk, one assist, one perfect pass at a time. The game of basketball was more than just a sport; it was a language he understood, a story he was still writing, and he was eager to turn the page.