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

Aida Yayoi looked at her younger brother's loud and boisterous manner.

I couldn't resist reaching out and grabbing his neck, then giving his head a good rub.

"Stop talking nonsense! It's only a little late!"

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Sis, be gentle!"

"Hairstyle! My hair is a mess!" Yan Yi screamed.

"You should keep it up too!"

Aida Yayoi looked at the radiant number 7 on the field, her tone tinged with disappointment.

"Get as handsome as Sendoh as soon as possible, instead of just taking notes all day, making yourself look like a battlefield commentator."

Yan Yi rubbed his neck and chuckled sheepishly, "Yes, yes, yes... I'll try my best!"

"But sis, you should go to the press box."

Upon hearing this, Aida Yayoi immediately released Hikoichi and turned to look at the scoreboard.

43: 8.

Sendoh made another steal and assisted Fukuda in a powerful dunk.

Buri High School, one of last year's top four.

At this moment, they are like a flock of lambs to the slaughter, their eyes having lost their light.

They're probably already thinking about where to have their farewell dinner after the game.

"I didn't expect this..."

Aida Yayoi sighed in her heart.

"In just one year, Ryonan has evolved to this extent..."

Uozumi's dominance, Fukuda's offensive power, and... the awakened Sendoh.

This team is absolutely qualified to compete in the national tournament.

……

at the same time.

Kanagawa Prefectural Gymnasium.

Unlike the "solo show" in Ryonan.

The atmosphere here is so heavy it feels like you could wring water out of it.

On the huge electronic scoreboard, the bright red numbers looked like two mountains, making every Shohoku supporter feel breathless.

Xiangbei 9: 15 Hainan.

It was only five minutes into the game.

The joy brought by Rukawa Kaede's earth-shattering "Wild Red Fox" lever pull just now.

It has been completely washed away by the cruel reality.

on the field.

"Defense! Everyone, hold the line!!"

Akagi Takenori's roar was deafening.

But everyone could tell that the gorilla was getting anxious.

Hainan's counterattack was too fast, too fierce, and too unsportsmanlike.

Shinichi Maki dribbles the ball forward.

Ryota Miyagi gritted his teeth, lowered his center of gravity, and stared at the monster in front of him with bloodshot eyes.

In those few minutes, he truly understood what it meant to be "the number one person in Kanagawa".

Strength, speed, experience.

It crushed everything in its path; it was like a human tank clearing the way!

"Miyagi, you have indeed become stronger."

"But your movements are stiff."

Maki Shinichi's voice was cold and steady, as if stating a fact, without even his breathing faltering.

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly changed direction.

There were no fancy feints, just pure brute force with his strong body!

"Bang!"

The sound of muscles colliding is teeth-grinding.

Ryota Miyagi felt as if he had been hit in the chest with a sledgehammer, and he uncontrollably took half a step back.

It's this half-step!

The defenses have collapsed!

Mu Shen instantly penetrated the paint, as if he were in an empty field.

"Don't even think about it!!!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi burst out from the flank like a giant red beast, baring his fangs and claws as he pounced, displaying astonishing jumping ability.

"Watch this genius! Get down here!!"

Faced with Sakuragi's overwhelming strength, Maki Shinichi did not force a fight.

Instead, he calmly tossed the ball behind his head in mid-air.

There, a slender figure was already in place.

Ichiro Kamizou.

Catch the ball, jump, and shoot.

The movements were as precise as those in a textbook.

There wasn't a single unnecessary sway; it even gave off an elegant feel.

The basketball traced an extremely high parabola in the air.

The entire room fell silent.

"Whoosh!"

It went into the net hollow, and even the net flowers didn't move much.

Three-pointer!

9:18.

The difference has widened to nearly double digits.

The red numbers on the scoreboard were glaringly obvious, as if mercilessly mocking the challenger's overestimation of his abilities.

The atmosphere in the Shohoku audience was extremely tense.

As Jin Soichiro's textbook three-pointer swished through the net.

The emotion of "despair" spreads wildly in the air like a virus.

"Hey, it's hopeless..."

Someone slumped in a chair, their tone filled with the utter disillusionment of someone who had seen the ending.

"It's almost in double digits."

"This is Hainan! It's on a completely different level."

"Even if that Emperor Mu just stands there, his aura is enough to crush people."

"Shohoku's mentality must have completely collapsed by now, right?"

The discussions surged like a tide.

The sound of the Hainan cheering squad's perfectly synchronized drumbeats was so loud it made your head ache.

"Shohoku! Go for it!"

"Shohoku! Go for it!"

The shouts of a small group of Shohoku supporters in the corner.

Faced with the overwhelming roar of Hainan, it was as fragile as a piece of paper, easily torn apart.

on the field.

Ryota Miyagi is dribbling the ball.

Sweat dripped from his chin onto the floor, shattering instantly.

His chest heaved violently like a bellows, and his breathing was frighteningly heavy.

The man in the purple number 4 jersey in front of me was like a wall of sighs blocking the way to the basketball hoop.

Maki Shinichi simply spread his arms, without even adopting any exaggerated defensive stance.

She just stared at him coldly.

His gaze was as if he were looking at an ant trying to shake a tree.

"cut……"

Miyagi gritted his teeth, his fingers gripping the rough surface of the basketball tightly.

This suffocating sense of oppression.

He's several levels stronger than when he faced Fujima!

"Good fields! Here!"

A slightly hoarse yet powerful shout tore through the frozen air.

Miyagi's eyes narrowed, and he subtly flicked his wrist.

A feigned breakthrough reveals the true essence!

The basketball transformed into an orange lightning bolt, flying past Maki Shinichi's waist.

Mitsui Hisashi receives the ball beyond the three-point line.

Almost at the same time, a slender figure clung to them like a persistent leech.

Ichiro Kamizou.

This is a seemingly frail and delicate-looking shooting guard from Hainan.

On the defensive end, he possesses the same abnormal tenacity as on the offensive end.

"Don't even think about shooting three-pointers."

Ah Shen's voice was soft, yet it carried an undeniable confidence.

With his long arms raised high, he completely blocked all of Mitsui's shooting angles.

If it were Mitsui two years ago, he might have been driven to desperation and forced a pullback.

but now……

Mitsui Hisashi's lips curled into a roguish smile.

That's the shrewdness that only men who have experienced setbacks and struggled in the mud possess.

"Who said I was going to vote?"

Feint!

Mitsui made a realistic shooting motion.

The moment Ah Shen shifted his weight, he slammed the ball hard onto the floor.

Bounce pass!

The basketball is like a precision-guided cruise missile.

He drove straight through Hainan's tight interior defense and plunged into the paint.

in the audience.

Horita Tokuo, who had initially looked fierce, jumped onto a chair in excitement, waving a flag and shouting in a broken voice:

"Mistress! Well said!!"

And under the basket.

A colossal beast that had been dormant for a long time finally bared its fangs.

"Well done!"

Takenori Akagi positioned himself with his back to the wall.

Its massive body acted like a thickened load-bearing wall, firmly holding back Takasago Kazuma behind it.

"Akagi!"

On the bench, Kiminobu Kogure also suddenly stood up.

Both hands were clenched into fists, and the knuckles turned white from the force.

"Go! Akagi!!"