Maya leaned on the sidelines of the court, towel draped around his shoulders, eyes fixed on Taiga. The afternoon sun was punishing, drenching everyone in sweat. Most of the team looked half-dead, dragging themselves through sprints and drills. But Taiga? Taiga moved like the heat didn’t touch him. His body was slick with sweat, yes, but he didn’t pant, didn’t complain. He just… kept going.Too smoothly.Maya narrowed his eyes, feeling a twinge of something he couldn’t quite name.Across the court, Taiga jumped and sank a three-pointer with practiced ease, his jaw taut and his expression unreadable. A few teammates clapped. Maya forced a smile.He knew Taiga was strong. That wasn’t new. But lately, something about him didn’t sit right. He never got tired. Never got flustered. His scent, when Maya tried to focus on it, was... wrong. Or rather, missing. That shouldn't be possible. Even high-level Enigmas had some detectable chemical trace. Taiga’s scent was like still water. Clean. Empt
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