An opening tomahawk dunk.
A brutal rebound ripped straight over the Timberwolves' heads.
And a thunderous putback after a missed free throw.
In just a few breaths, Ogawa Tetsuya showed everyone in the arena what violent aesthetics truly meant.
Thunderous applause erupted once again.
So did the roars of fans who lived for raw, primal basketball.
Compared to today's small-ball era—where finesse, spacing, and polite jump shots ruled—the sheer savagery of Ogawa Tetsuya's style delivered an explosive visual shock.
"Dear Lord—what did we just witness?!"
"We're watching an interior beast go on a rampage inside the Timberwolves' paint!"
"Ogawa Tetsuya, this powerful big man from the East, just proved exactly why someone who's never played a single NBA game could still command a 15-million-dollar contract!"
"He's brought the ferocity of the Summer League straight onto the preseason stage!"
"..."
The commentators were practically shouting themselves hoarse.
Ogawa Tetsuya turned around, spread his hands toward Towns and Gibson, shrugged, and smacked his lips.
"Sorry," he said casually.
"I thought you guys were strong—so I went a little hard. Turns out you're… not much."
With that, he turned and jogged back on defense.
Towns and Butler stared at his retreating figure, stunned—then instantly furious.
"Jimmy," Towns growled through clenched teeth, storming up to Butler,
"get me the ball next possession. I'll teach that rookie how the NBA really works."
Jimmy Butler—the iron-blooded enforcer known for his defense—was more than happy to see the young wolves grow fangs.
He grinned, shrugged, and nodded.
"Alright, Karl. We'll run everything through you. I'll let Jeff and the others know."
Back on the Lakers' end, Ogawa Tetsuya was greeted with encouragement from Ingram, Lonzo, and the rest.
"Nice one, Tetsuya!"
"Man, you just embarrassed that arrogant Towns!"
"You're a straight-up monster—tore their paint apart like it was nothing!"
"..."
The Timberwolves went on offense.
Teague brought the ball up. Still fuming, Towns immediately backed into Ogawa Tetsuya and demanded the ball.
The pass barely arrived before Ogawa Tetsuya exploded forward, muscling for position.
Towns staggered, nearly losing the ball.
"Oh, fuck…" he muttered under his breath.
That sudden burst of physical pressure shattered his positioning.
But instead of backing down, Towns stubbornly chose to keep forcing it.
Boom!
Confident in his strength, he dribbled and slammed backward with his shoulder.
Ogawa Tetsuya's frame—broad, thick, immovable—stood behind him like a concrete wall.
Towns tried again.
Nothing.
Again.
Still nothing.
The shot clock was bleeding out.
Outside the three-point line, Butler waved urgently, shouting that time was running out.
But Towns, completely tunnel-visioned, heard none of it.
Suddenly.
Pivoting off his right foot, Towns spun, trying to break into the paint.
Ogawa Tetsuya—who had studied Towns' offensive tendencies before the game—had already read it.
He slid laterally in a flash and planted his feet.
Rock solid.
Bam!
Towns completed the spin beautifully—his smile just starting to form—when he slammed straight into Ogawa Tetsuya's chest.
The collision caught him completely off guard.
His balance collapsed.
The ball slipped free.
BEEEEEP.
The lights flashed.
The buzzer sounded.
24-second violation.
Towns clutched his head in disbelief.
He couldn't accept it.
He'd been locked down.
Lakers ball.
Lonzo brought it up and swung it to Ingram—the team's isolation specialist.
Defending him was "Maple Jordan" Andrew Wiggins.
Ogawa Tetsuya stepped up to set a screen at the arc.
Wiggins, still trailing, slammed straight into Ogawa Tetsuya.
Thud!
It was like crashing into a brick wall.
Wiggins stumbled backward two, three steps.
Ingram stood wide open.
No hesitation.
Swish.
Three-pointer.
7–0.
The Timberwolves went right back to Towns.
But the paint belonged to Ogawa Tetsuya now.
Towns couldn't get inside at all.
Worse—he was forced all the way out to the corner.
The shot clock ticked down again.
With no options left, Towns rushed a corner three.
Ogawa Tetsuya, arm raised the entire time, suddenly exploded upward.
SMACK!
The three-point attempt was violently swatted straight into the stands.
The arena detonated.
"WOOOOO!!"
"LET'S GO, TETSUYA!"
"A THREE-POINTER—BLOCKED INTO OBLIVION!"
"His talent is absolutely inhuman!"
"..."
That block completely ignited the crowd.
"FUCK—TIMEOUT!!!"
Timberwolves head coach Tom Thibodeau exploded, roaring as he called for a timeout.
Ogawa Tetsuya had single-handedly forced the Timberwolves to stop the game.