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

The scorching afternoon sun baked the asphalt road until it sizzled and dripped with oil.

The air was thick with the smell of heat.

A yellow hatchback with peeling paint was crawling along the road at a snail's pace, like an old lady crossing the street.

Inside the car, Aida Yayoi raised her hand to check her watch for the eighteenth time.

His gaze was so sharp it seemed to burn through the driver's seat.

"Nakamura!"

This roar had a built-in lion's roar effect, which startled Nakamura so much that his hand trembled.

The car body instantly twisted into a mesmerizing S-shape on the straight road.

"Yes! Yes! Miss Aida!"

"Can you give me some gas?!"

Yayoi Aida gripped the armrest with one hand and slammed the rolled-up magazine hard against the back of Nakamura's chair with the other.

"At this rate, by the time we get back, we'll probably only be able to mop the floor for them!"

Nakamura hunched his shoulders, his shirt soaked with sweat.

"No, Miss Aida!"

"There are countless roads, but safety is the first priority!"

"If things go wrong, it'll really be 'Game Over' for us!"

He gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, looking as aggrieved as a 200-pound child.

"..."

Aida Yayoi slumped back into the passenger seat, utterly exhausted.

Watching the trees slowly receding outside the window, I felt completely overwhelmed.

As a star reporter for Basketball Weekly, she felt utterly hopeless at that moment.

"Why..." she gritted her teeth.

"Why do we have to participate in these easy matches where we're basically dominating the weaker opponents?"

"The outcome of Ryonan attacking Takezato is obvious, even with your eyes closed!"

Nakamura cautiously glanced at his older sister's face, as black as the bottom of a pot, in the rearview mirror, and weakly added insult to injury:

"There's nothing we can do. In order to meet the deadline, the organizing committee has compressed the competition schedule."

"The editor-in-chief said that Hainan is full of cameras and microphones, so our trip there would just be icing on the cake."

"On the other hand, if Ryonan doesn't send anyone, and if Sendoh pulls off a big stunt, we'll be completely exposed..."

"I know! Of course I know!"

Aida Yayoi irritably ruffled her neat short hair into a mess.

"But... that's Shohoku playing against Hainan!"

Lin Bei, who's always sleepy; that novice with a full head of red hair; and the aloof and handsome Rukawa Kaede...

That's this year's biggest dark horse versus the Kanagawa champion for sixteen consecutive years!

This is the real secret to traffic generation!

Will that guy named Lin Bei be able to force out Maki Shinichi's "Emperor Form"?

And what about Sakuragi Hanamichi, that ticking time bomb? Will he explode on the spot in front of a disciplined team like Hainan?

"No, the more I think about it, the more I feel I'm losing out!"

Aida Yayoi sat up abruptly, pointing at the empty road ahead, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Nakamura, floor the gas!"

"The police will forgive you if you speed a little!"

"Everything for the sake of the news!"

"Huh?! But..."

"Shut up! Get on my foot!!"

……

Lingnan High School Basketball Gymnasium.

Unlike the usual bustling atmosphere.

Today, the air at Ryonan's home stadium was thick with the stench of a one-sided massacre.

Two huge banners stood facing each other.

The "brave and decisive" aura of Ryonan on the left is overwhelming.

The "mind and skill as one" of Wu Li on the right looks shaky.

Although they were both among the top four last year.

But the current situation on the field is like "a max-level character entering a newbie village".

The cheers from the audience were so loud they could practically lift the roof off.

"Lingnan! Lingnan!"

"Sendou! He's gone berserk!!"

Aida Yayoi rushed through the gate in a flurry of activity.

Before I could even catch my breath, I was completely bewildered by the numbers on the scoreboard.

The bright red numbers are so glaring that they make you question the meaning of life.

41: 8.

There are 9 minutes left in the first half.

Ryonan is leading by a full 33 points!

"Oh my god..."

Nakamura's glasses were askew, and he leaned against the door frame, panting heavily.

"This...this is the Buri who was in the semifinals last year?"

"This difference is outrageous!"

Aida Yayoi had no time to pay attention to him.

Her radar instantly locked onto the figure on the field wearing the number 7 jersey.

Immortal Dao.

At this moment, he is holding the ball and standing outside the three-point line.

Faced with a tight encirclement by three Buri players, his signature gentle smile vanished.

Instead, there is a chilling indifference.

Sweat dripped down his sharp hair.

Those eyes, which were usually sleepy, now faintly revealed a wild, beast-like glint.

That look in his eyes...

Aida Yayoi's heart skipped a beat.

so similar!

She had just seen it in Rukawa Kaede's eyes today.

even……

More profound and dangerous than Rukawa Kaede!

"That is..."

Aida Yayoi instinctively covered her mouth, instantly forgetting all about her professional conduct.

Her eyes sparkled, "Sendoh is so handsome...!"

On the field.

Buri's defenders shouted themselves hoarse, trying to mask their fear with volume:

"Keep an eye on him! He's all alone!"

"Don't let him pass!"

The three-man defense was airtight.

Sendoh lowered his center of gravity slightly, and the basketball seemed to come alive in his fingertips.

Sudden.

There is no pre-animation.

The immortal path moved.

It's not the kind of sudden, hard-earned disease that relies on physical strength.

Instead, it's an extremely bizarre rhythm shift, as if a "frame skipping" button has been pressed in reality.

His left shoulder slumped slightly, and his gaze turned to the right.

Buri's defensive focus was instantly and completely deceived.

The next second, the immortal and the ball became one.

She was like a slippery fish, squeezing right through the gap between the three people, so smooth it was unreasonable!

"What?!"

The Buri players only felt a blur before their eyes.

The blue figure had already disappeared into the distance, its taillights no longer visible.

Sendoh glided through the air.

Facing the center who came to help defend, he made an extremely smooth layup.

Avoiding the seal as if walking in the air, flicking lightly with my fingers.

"Whoosh!"

The sound of splashing water was crisp and pleasant.

The entire movement was fluid and graceful, yet it carried an unprecedented wildness and domineering force.

"Whoosh—!!!"

The entire audience erupted in cheers.

"Sendoh! Sendoh!"

"This is a complete game-changer!"

"This is Ryonan's ace! This is genius!"

Yayoi Aida felt her adrenaline surge.

She quickly pulled out her notebook, the pen tip scribbling frantically on the paper, almost sparking:

"It's not just about technology..."

"Sendou has evolved! His aura has changed!"

"He used to be like a civil servant who clocks out of get off work; he was strong but always careless."

"But today..."

She recalled the look in Sendoh's eyes just a moment ago.

That oppressive feeling of wanting to tear the opponent apart and devour them.

"Was it because you were stimulated?"

Aida Yayoi murmured to herself.

"Is it because of Shohoku... or because of... that unfathomable Linbei?"

"Sis—!!!"

A loud, piercing voice filled with Kansai dialect interrupted Aida Yayoi's thoughts.

Turning around, he saw his own silly younger brother, Aida Hikoichi.

He was waving his laptop and rushing over from the front row, sweating profusely.

"Oh dear! Sis!"

"You're finally here! I was so worried!"

Yan Yi's face flushed with excitement as he gestured with his pen, indicating the name:

"You missed the best opening!"

"Today, Senior Sendoh is simply unstoppable!"

"Unbelievable!"