Kiyoshi stayed quiet, letting Coach Rahman get it all out, letting him ride that initial wave of disappointment. He knew the drill. It was part of the post-game ritual, the grieving process of a coach who just watched his team's expectations get demolished.

  He figured Coach Rahman just needed a moment to process, to vent, to find a way to expin the unexpinable. Besides, Kiyoshi was pretty sure that even if Salman and Lut had been pying, things might not have been that different. Not against James.

  James was like a cheat code in human form. Mr. Khan, Banani's assistant coach, leaned in, whispering to Kiyoshi, "Think he actually believes that? Salman and Lut wouldn't have stopped that." Kiyoshi just gave a small, knowing smile, shaking his head slightly.

  But then, Coach Rahman’s focus snapped back to the present. His eyes, still reflecting that deep-seated disappointment, swiveled over to James, who was now surrounded by a joyful mob of Banani teammates.

  James was beaming, a slightly bewildered but definitely happy grin pstered across his face, as his teammates spped him on the back and ruffled his hair. And in Coach Rahman’s gaze, as he watched James, something else sparked to life, pushing past the disappointment.

  Curiosity, definitely. A flicker of awe, maybe even grudging admiration. And yes, still that underlying current of… utter bewilderment.

  It was the look of someone who had just seen a magic trick they couldn't even begin to understand.

  He pivoted back to Kiyoshi, his voice now quieter, more controlled, the raw frustration starting to dissipate, repced by a dawning, if reluctant, respect. "Your new pyer…" he began, pausing for a beat, as if the name itself was still a foreign concept, something he couldn't quite wrap his head around.

  "James, right?" He needed to confirm, like he was trying to solidify the reality of what he'd just witnessed.

  Kiyoshi nodded, that small, knowing smile returning, this time with a touch of mischief. "Yep, that's James. He's… uh… new. Very new." "New" was like calling a tsunami a "light drizzle."

  Coach Rahman paused again, really searching for the right words, like he was trying to find the missing piece of a very complex puzzle. He was a seasoned coach, a strategist, a guy who analyzed every py, every pyer, every possible outcome.

  But what he had just witnessed… it was off the charts. It defied his carefully constructed basketball logic. It didn't fit into any of his coaching manuals, any of his game pns.

  It was like trying to use a map of Dhaka to navigate Mars – completely useless. He muttered almost to himself, "Where did you even… find him?"

  "He… he has…" Coach Rahman started again, then trailed off, struggling to articute the unarticuble. He gestured vaguely towards James again, a kind of helpless, almost reverent tilt of his head.

  "…ability." It was like he was afraid to say too much, afraid to somehow diminish it by putting words to it.

  He repeated the word, "Ability," testing it out, as if unsure if it was strong enough, if it even scratched the surface of what he meant. "Ability. Un… unusual ability." He emphasized "unusual," finally hitting on a word that felt a little closer to the truth.