Kuroko's Basketball template: the king of slacking off, Shohoku's strongest sixth man.

A flick of the wrist.

The basketball slipped from his grasp.

It didn't fly towards the basket.

Instead, it spun intensely, soaring over the top edge of the backboard.

It drew an extremely high parabola in the air.

Like a mischievous shooting star, it bypasses all the obstacles of the laws of physics.

It fell straight down.

The entire room fell silent.

Thousands of eyes were fixed on the orange-red ball, as if time itself had frozen.

Sendoh maintained his defensive stance, head tilted back, neck stiff.

The ball is spinning and falling.

"Whoosh."

A soft sound.

Like a lover's whisper, it exploded like thunder in the silent stadium.

Hollow-core netting.

"Thump."

Lin Bei landed, his feet touching the floor outside the boundary.

He didn't turn around to look at the ball; he simply turned around and faced away from the basket.

Raise your right hand high and extend your index finger.

He made an extremely arrogant gesture.

61: 51.

"boom--!!!"

After a three-second delay, the cheers finally erupted like a volcanic eruption.

The entire roof of the stadium was almost blown off.

"They...they got in?!"

"He made that shot behind the backboard?! Does that even make sense?!"

"Referee! I want to report someone! Someone's cheating!!"

"What about Newton? Doesn't he care?"

"Oh, so Newton couldn't control basketball, huh!"

The commentator's mouth was so wide open it could fit two eggs.

The entire Ryonan bench was petrified, clutching their heads and screaming in despair:

"How can we prevent this?"

"Scoring in that godforsaken place? This isn't basketball, it's magic!!"

On the field.

Sendoh remained tilted back, watching the slightly swaying basketball net.

The trajectory of that ball just now kept replaying in my mind.

That arc, that rotation, that release point...

An ordinary person would have already lost their composure by now.

But not in the Immortal Path.

His shoulders began to tremble.

"hehe……"

A low laugh escaped his throat, then grew louder and louder.

"Hehehe... Hahahaha!"

He laughed until tears almost streamed down his face, then turned to look at the figure slowly retreating to defend.

There was no sense of defeat in his eyes; instead, they burned with an almost morbid fervor.

"I see."

"So basketball... can be played like this."

Sendoh looked down at his palm.

Just now, Lin Bei's wrist flicked as he made his move, demonstrating his skill in generating power in mid-air.

It was like a lightning bolt shattering the shackles in his mind.

He has always been the "textbook" of perfect basketball.

But precisely because it's too perfect, it lacks a bit of wildness, a bit of the crazy energy to break the rules.

Now, Lin Bei is like a violent demolition team, smashing his textbook-like ideas to pieces.

Thanks.

Sendoh picked up the basketball and muttered to himself.

"Even though you're a jerk, you are indeed... the best teacher."

Ryonan serves.

Sendoh dribbles the ball forward.

This time, the rhythm has changed.

No longer the conservative, academic style.

Instead, it moves at varying speeds, with a strange rhythm.

It's like... a carbon copy of Lin Bei from earlier?

"Um?"

Lin Bei, who was retreating, paused and turned around.

Sendoh was rushing towards him, his body tilted sharply, the basketball bouncing between his fingertips.

That pose...

"Learning it on the spot?"

"You... didn't you open your Sharingan a little too fast?" Lin Bei squinted.

Sendoh rushed in front of him.

Do not slow down, do not pass the ball.

A wide behind-the-back dribble followed by a spin move!

Although her movements were still a bit clumsy, they weren't as smooth as Lin Bei's.

But the intention and the point of exertion were replicated pixel by pixel!

Do you want to dance too?

Lin Bei snorted and moved his body sideways in an attempt to cut off the attack.

But at that moment, Xiandao flicked his wrist.

The ball didn't land; instead, it flew from behind at an extremely concealed angle toward the bottom corner.

There, Fukuda Kitcho is in a very open position.

Passing the ball without looking!

And it was thrown out in that extremely awkward "unpredictable" posture!

"What?!" Even Lin Bei was taken aback.

Fukuda receives the ball, jumps, and makes a clean mid-range shot.

61: 53.

"nice shot!!"

Taoka Shigeichi jumped up from his chair in excitement.

"Did you see that?!"

"This is the path to immortality!!"

"This is our Ryonan's ace!!"

Sendoh did not celebrate after scoring the goal.

He turned to look at Lin Bei, stretched out his right hand, and pointed his index finger to the sky.

He returned the gesture with the exact same gesture.

"That's a good move too."

Sendoh smiled defiantly, "I've learned it too."

Lin Bei looked at the gesture and smiled.

It's a happy laugh, but also dangerous.

"Interesting, very interesting."

Lin Bei twisted his neck, and the lazy aura around him completely dissipated.

Instead, a chilling brutality prevailed.

"Since you want to learn, then I'll teach you what you know, what you don't know, what you dare to think about, and what you dare not think about..."

"I'll show you everything!"

He pointed to the scoreboard.

"As for tuition..."

"Let's pay with this victory."

The game continues.

But everyone felt that the war between these two monsters had only just begun.

In the corner, Rukawa remained silent.

But the flames in his eyes had already spread like wildfire.

He is waiting.

Waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity to swallow these two monsters whole.

From the stands, Maki Shinichi watched the chaotic yet exciting scene unfold on the field and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

"The sky over Kanagawa... is about to change."

……

Sweat dripped from Lin Bei's chin and splattered onto the floor, shattering into eight pieces.

It felt like a burning steel wool ball was stuffed into my lungs, and every breath I took smelled of blood.

Logically speaking, by now his legs should be as weak as noodles, and he should be lying on the bench like a corpse.

But strangely, Lin Bei didn't feel tired.

Or.

The dopamine and adrenaline secreted by his cerebral cortex directly eliminated the feeling of fatigue.

This feeling...

It was so exciting it made my scalp tingle.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The basketball seemed to have a soul in his hands, slamming the ground with a frequency that made people's hearts race.

Before me stood Sendo Akira.

That signature smile was now somewhat distorted by sweat, and his eyes shone like two searchlights.

Come on!

Lin Bei grinned from ear to ear, revealing a set of big white teeth, looking incredibly wild.

"Let me see how much RAM your stick can hold!"

Before he could finish speaking, the person was gone.

Zero startup delay!

Aomine Daiki's template - Super-fast dribbling!

His body was pressed extremely low.

Like a black lightning bolt flying close to the ground, it instantly tore through the right flank of the Immortal Path's defenses.

"Don't even think about it!"

Immortal roared.

His body contorted in an inhuman way, forcibly pulling his center of gravity back.

It wasn't a prediction; it was purely a neural reflex!

The two bodies collided head-on in mid-air.

"Bang!"

The sound of muscles colliding was so dull it made your teeth ache.

Using the force of the rebound, Lin Bei suddenly stopped while traveling at high speed.

The basketball was quickly switched between his hands between his legs, and he took a big step to the side in the opposite direction.

This sudden change of direction.

If it were an average player, they would probably have already made an appointment with an orthopedic specialist for their ankle.

But Sendoh only staggered slightly.

The toes scraped the floor with a piercing scream.

He forcefully pinned himself to Lin Bei's side like a nail.

"It's not over yet!"

A deep glint appeared in Lin Bei's eyes.

Since I can't get rid of it, I'll just have to eat it!