I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 218 Superman? Flying Man!
Well known.

If you say Takuya Kimura is ugly, he'll just laugh it off. Because he knows you're joking.

But when Tsukino Gen casually said, "You're so ugly," Mizutani almost lost control and smashed the basketball in his face.

Although personal attacks are unacceptable, Tsukino Gen really hates this kind of unwarranted aggression. He hadn't provoked him, so why was he so hostile towards him?
Then resort to the simplest and most brutal form of personal attack.

"Fine, fine, I'll let you have a little water, I'm your grandson!"

Mizutani turned around and walked straight to the court.

The people around automatically dispersed.

A one-on-one match between two people would naturally only take half a game, and most people stopped their training to watch the spectacle. After all, you can practice the ball every day, but you can't watch a show every day.

Fukuda Hayao, the captain of the basketball team, frowned. He also disliked Tsukino Gen's sharp and outspoken personality.

But there was nothing he could do; everyone said he was Asagiri Rin's boyfriend. Even if he didn't want to, he had to give him face. And for that reason, he still offered a reminder.

"Let's play a five-ball game, and be careful with your movements. I'll still call fouls if you commit a foul. After all, these are things that need to be considered in a formal match."

"Only five?"

Mizutani was somewhat disappointed. In just a short moment, he had thought of dozens of ways to embarrass his opponent in basketball, but now he only had five left.

Gen Tsukino didn't object to this; he just quietly dribbled the basketball.

Then, looking at Mizutani in front of her, she gave a beautiful smile.

"Ready?"

"Stop pretending, come on!"

The situation was on the verge of erupting, and Miura Akihiko's heart was in his throat.

Although he didn't understand why Tsukino Gen was so confident, as if nothing was worth mentioning in front of him. Things that were quite difficult for ordinary people seemed to be easy for him.

However, he didn't believe that Tsukino Gen really had such superhuman abilities. No matter how strong a person is, there are limits. A hexagonal warrior is about right. Do you want an infinite circle? How would others survive?

As for the other members of the basketball team, they overwhelmingly favored Mizutani.

"Although Mizutani is a substitute, his skill level is not much worse than that of the regular members. This kid is going to suffer."

"And there's a height difference too. Does he think that tall people are necessarily slow?"

"I can already foresee the ending where he gets crushed. Sigh, with such good looks, he should just be a pretty face. Why does he have to get involved in basketball?"

"Hahaha, I predict this battle will be over in three minutes. What about you guys?"

Just as these people were chatting and laughing, having basically made their judgments...

A young woman walked in from the direction of the entrance, unnoticed by anyone, and deftly approached the sidelines, a corner that no one paid attention to. She was holding a camera.

Her steps were light and her movements subtle, like those of an elegant cat.

The smiling girl aimed her camera at the moment the boy bent down.

In the eyes of others, it was only a very brief moment; he simply lowered his shoulder.

This caused Mizutani to momentarily lose his focus.

He suddenly realized that the person in front of him was not a rookie or a novice, but a master who had been immersed in basketball for countless years.

Because in that instant, he actually started to think whether the other party's move was a feint or a reckless, straightforward act.

He immediately made a judgment in his mind: it couldn't be a feint! He wouldn't use such a simple and efficient technique. So, he immediately adjusted his center of gravity in the direction where the other person lowered their shoulder.

As it turned out, he was right; Tsukino Gen hadn't used any feints.

Because he didn't think it was necessary to use such a laborious method to deal with Mizutani.

What is the simplest and most efficient method?
It reflects the difference in numerical values. Like in MOBA games, if you have a clear advantage in equipment, team composition, and head-on engagements, why bother with split-pushing strategies?
Mizutani also tried to use his tall stature to stick to his opponent and slow him down.

But he only felt a blur before his eyes, and the figure in front of him disappeared, as if a gust of wind had inexplicably passed by him.

The next moment, footsteps appeared behind him.

He didn't have time to react.

"oh!!"

A gasp of surprise rang out from the surrounding crowd.

"Shh!"

The sound of the basketball swishing through the net was like a dream.

Mizutani was genuinely caught off guard and hadn't expected this. He had correctly judged the direction and taken the right steps; he was just short of reaching out to pull the other person back. How could he be so fast?!

With just one goal, the public opinion on the sidelines began to shift.

"Such fast footsteps, my goodness, I didn't even see them clearly."

"Wait, why isn't he participating in the sprint?!"

"Oh, it's nothing. Mizutani was careless. He easily broke through by keeping a little distance and not getting too close. What good is speed? With that small frame, he has no way to fight back!"

Mizutani reacted quickly as well.

When he saw Tsukino Gen reappear before him with a smile, he gritted his teeth in disdain.

"This will be your only point today!"

Gen Tsukino smiled and said, "Okay."

After saying that, he started dribbling again.

This time, Mizutani was very vigilant, carefully stepping back and ready to adjust his position back under the basket to intercept the ball.

And just as he wished, Tsukino Gen began to move towards the basket.

The two figures drew ever closer, like two trains on the same track about to collide, a scene reminiscent of Mars colliding with Earth. Yet, the difference in their physiques seemed quite pronounced, making the outcome seem almost inevitable. Some on the sidelines even feigned a look of utter shame, not out of genuine fear, but as an expression of profound embarrassment.

"boom!"

Tsukino Gen leaped high into the air in just two steps, while Mizutani thought he had seized the opportunity to deliver a clean block.

In terms of size, he is not at all inferior, so what if they collide? At most, he will be called for a defensive foul for not maintaining his defensive position, or they might even turn a blind eye.

However, the effect was quite obvious, directly sending the frail boy flying. It made him realize that basketball is not a child's game, and the gap between talent and physique is like an insurmountable chasm.

Damn it, if I don't smash you into a pulp, all those years of eating high-quality protein will have been for nothing!

As expected, the two collided.

But at the moment of the collision, some things were different from what Mizutani had imagined.

I should have been the one to knock him flying, without any room for negotiation. He should have been as fragile as a ball of cotton in front of me.

But why is it that this time, it feels like I've bumped into a wall?
Where did such a hard and violent impact come from?
He even thought he had been in a car accident, that he had been hit by a car in mid-air!

But it had already happened; no matter how unimaginable it was, it had truly happened. The immense impact left him vulnerable. He was almost powerless to resist, and didn't even have a chance to stand firm for a moment.

"Snapped!"

He just lay down on the ground.

He didn't even close his eyes because the phenomenon was too abnormal; in his worldview, it defied the laws of physics. How could he have been knocked away like that?!

And what about that boy?

In his eyes, Tsukino Gen wasn't even seriously injured; he was still 'flying' or 'gliding' in mid-air.

and many more.

Why is he still flying?!
Wait!

Wasn't he going to go for a layup?!

No, no, no, wait!!

Could he be...?
"boom!!"

The entire basket was shaking.

Everyone on the basketball court was speechless with shock at what they were seeing; they couldn't believe what they had just witnessed.

Even Fukuda Yu, who had seen many ups and downs and had even watched many professional players play, stared in astonishment. Miura Akihiko, needless to say, clenched his fists so tightly that his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

Because they saw a boy who was a little over 1.8 meters tall.

As if it could fly, it not only crashed into the oncoming Mizutani but even maintained its flight, defying the laws of physics. Raising its arm high, it then slammed the basketball into the hoop like an axe!
When watching TV, the basketball hoop seems quite low to the ground, making it seem like the athletes can dunk so easily. That's because professional players are typically 1.9 or 2 meters tall, making them appear shorter.

In fact, a standard basketball hoop is 3.05 meters high.

Such a powerful dunk is something even professional players wouldn't dare to do casually, let alone when you're also knocking a defender away.

So after the basketball bounced quietly on the ground twice...

The entire basketball court erupted like a volcanic eruption, a deafening roar.

"Holy crap! Did I see that right? He dunked it?! He can dunk?!"

"Is that a tomahawk dunk?! I've only ever seen it on TV, never in person!!"

"Is he Superman? He was practically flying! Is that jumping ability even human? Holy crap! There's a monster here!!"

For everyone who witnessed this scene, Tsukino Gen's performance just now was absolutely unimaginable.

It is indeed a monster.

Even Mizutani, who had previously been quite dismissive of her, almost forgot to get up.

He stared blankly at the scene, not even remembering what he had come there for. He honestly admitted that dunking would be a stretch for him; he could barely manage it. He didn't have that kind of jumping ability.

To say that a tomahawk dunk is simply wishful thinking.

How did he do it?
Speed, power, jumping ability, and hang time—where did this professional player come from? A basketball god?

Even a prisoner's resurrection isn't this exaggerated!
After spending considerable time calming himself down, Fukuda Yu took a deep breath and walked directly to the center of the court. "No need to play anymore, Tsukino-kun. You're a full member now. Um, just one more question: are you interested in joining the basketball club and becoming a full member of our high school basketball team?"

It has nothing to do with saving face anymore.

Damn, this kind of amazing player could easily compete in the national professional league, let alone the school team!

With that kind of ability, he could beat anyone to a pulp. He's not blind!
Tsukino Gen ignored Mizutani, who had just gotten up from the ground, covered in dust and unable to utter a single word.

He looked at Fukuda Yu with a slight smile and said, "I'm happy to participate in this sports festival. As for the school team, I'm not interested for the time being. Sorry."

"That's a pity. You could really consider it more."

"Yes, I'll consider it. That's all for today, I'm going back now. If you need anything, please let Miura know, and he'll pass it on to me."

Watching Tsukino Gen turn and leave, Fukuda Yu felt half regret and half relief.

Fortunately, if he really joined the school team, he would undoubtedly become the only ace player and steal everyone's spotlight.

Unfortunately, if he had joined, the national championship would have been a sure thing. Their school team wasn't strong enough to guarantee a title. This was a rare honor.

Gen Tsukino did not leave the stadium directly, but went to the other side of the field.

I walked up to the smiling schoolgirl holding a camera.

"Senior, have you taken enough photos?"

With a blush on her cheeks, Karen Saionji smiled and said, "Tsukino-kun, do you know how easy it is for people to fall in love with you when you play basketball?"

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(End of this chapter)