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

The ball was passed to Miyagi.

This time, facing Maki Shinichi again, Miyagi was not impatient.

As he dribbled and controlled the pace, he held up one finger:

"Alright! Everyone, hold on!"

"Keep it up, score another goal!"

His gaze swept over each of his teammates.

Finally, the focus shifted to the figure on the sidelines, yawning while wrapped in a coat:

"Everyone, unleash the full power you've gained from our special training!"

"Don't let Lin Bei laugh at us!!"

"oh--!!"

Upon hearing this, Sakuragi Hanamichi's previously smug expression instantly turned ferocious, and two puffs of white breath escaped from his nostrils:

"That bastard master... I, this genius, will not let him laugh at me!"

"Watch my performance, you super genius Sakuragi Hanamichi!!"

Seeing the spirited players on the court, the Shohoku bench erupted in cheers.

"That's great...that's really great..."

"Everyone...everyone has become even more amazing."

Kogure was so moved that tears welled up in his eyes, and his hand, which was adjusting his glasses, was trembling.

Coach Anzai sat in a chair.

A relieved smile appeared on that kind, plump face:

"Hehehe... It seems that Lin Bei's special training has indeed been effective."

"Sakuragi's rebounding ability, in particular, has improved to another level."

Hearing this, Lin Bei, who was sitting next to him, raised his eyebrows slightly.

He lazily shifted his posture, looking completely indifferent, as if the fierce battle on the field had nothing to do with him.

"That one..."

Lin Bei watched Sakuragi frantically blocking his way on the court and silently complained to himself:

Actually, rebounding was just something I practiced incidentally...

Images of the hellish training he had undergone in the past few days flashed through his mind.

To improve Sakuragi's ball control and feel.

He forced this guy to catch a basketball covered in soapy water, and he wasn't allowed to eat if he failed.

That kind of inhuman training.

The original intention was to make Sakuragi like Kagami Taiga from "Kuroko's Basketball".

Become a well-rounded, all-around warrior who can attack, defend, fly, and dunk.

After all, in Lin Bei's opinion, Sakuragi's physical abilities were even a notch above Kagami's.

That beast-like intuition, that seemingly inexhaustible physical energy, was like God feeding them.

pity……

Lin Bei recalled Sakuragi's foolish act of committing a foul due to traveling violations.

He sighed helplessly and muttered to himself in a voice only he could hear:

"But there's nothing I can do..."

"The hardware is top-notch, but the software system... is just too terrible."

"It's like a blank sheet of paper... no, a crumpled blank sheet of paper."

If you want to train Sakuragi to be a player of the same caliber as Kagami, then these few days of intensive training are clearly not enough.

"Maybe I was too hasty."

Lin Bei rubbed his neck and yawned.

"Forget it, Sakuragi is now good enough to make Hainan a lot of trouble if he can master rebounding."

"As for the attack..."

"It all depends on that fox."

……

Hainan's attack was abruptly cut off by Sakuragi's unreasonable one-handed grab of the backboard.

The clarion call for Shohoku's counterattack was sounded instantly.

Ryota Miyagi advances with the ball.

Their eyes were sharp as lightning, searching for a crack in the defenses.

"Don't get too cocky, Shohoku!"

A low shout exploded out.

Just as Miyagi was about to pass the ball to Rukawa, a purple afterimage cut in like a ghost.

Shinichi Maki!

The emperor of Kanagawa was frighteningly calm; the recent defeat had not affected his judgment at all.

"Snapped!"

He shoved his fingertip hard into the basketball.

The ball wasn't completely intercepted; it bounced off course and towards the sideline.

"The ball belongs to this genius!!"

A red-haired figure suddenly appeared from the inside.

Sakuragi Hanamichi's mind was completely focused on "ball possession," and he didn't care at all that it was out of bounds.

He flew out sideways like a runaway bomber.

"Sakuragi! Danger!" Yohei in the stands jumped up in shock.

In the air, Sakuragi's body stretched to its limit.

With a long reach, he hooked the basketball back in the milliseconds it went out of bounds.

"Ryota! Catch!!"

The basketball flew into the palace with a whoosh.

But Sakuragi himself couldn't stop himself at all.

The immense inertia carries the weight.

Like a cannonball fired, it blasted straight at the Shohoku bench.

Coach Anzai was holding a teacup right in the center of the landing spot.

"Dad!!" Mitsui and Akagi's eyes widened in shock.

A hair's breadth away.

Lin Bei, who was slumped in the chair pretending to be a corpse, suddenly felt his eyelids twitch.

A primal instinct made him instantly bristle.

Before the brain could even process it, the body moved first.

Lin Bei sprang from his chair and grabbed Coach Anzai's oversized suit collar.

He unleashed a strange strength that was completely at odds with his lazy image, and yanked the 200-pound Coach Anzai aside.

"Why?"

Coach Anzai's tea wobbled, and he staggered.

next second.

"Bang--!!!"

A chilling thud echoed throughout the stadium.

Sakuragi Hanamichi's steel-like body, honed through hellish training, slammed solidly into Lin Bei, who was filling in for him.

The bench was overturned.

"Beep—!!"

The whistle blew sharply, and the game was suspended.

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the ruins of Shohoku's bench.

"Lin...Lin Bei?"

Coach Anzai adjusted his glasses, still shaken, and spilled his tea all over the floor.

"Are you alright?!"

Ayako threw down her tactical board and rushed off.

Haruko, her eyes brimming with tears, covered her mouth and cried out, "Sakuragi-kun! Hayashi-kun!"

"It hurts, it hurts..."

A loud, resounding complaint echoed from the ruins.

Sakuragi suddenly sprang up as if nothing had happened.

He touched the hard, iron-like red head and grinned foolishly:

"Phew...that was close! I almost bumped into Dad!"

After saying that, he completely ignored the stares of those around him who were looking at him like he was a monster, and charged straight into the arena.

His eyes gleamed with greed: "Hey! Ryota! Fight back!!"

The audience's jaws dropped.

"Is this... a Gundam?"

"He knocked over a chair and sent someone flying, but he didn't even break a sweat?"

"What kind of abnormal constitution is this?!"

However, not everyone is protected by the protagonist's halo.

"Cough... Someone... Someone help me out..."

A weak groan came from beneath the wreckage of the chair.

Only then did everyone remember that there was a "hero who saved the emperor" lying underneath.

Kogure and Ayako hurriedly moved the chair legs aside and helped Lin Bei up.

At this moment, Lin Bei's face was deathly pale, and he clutched his chest, feeling as if his internal organs were dancing disco.

For a moment just now, it didn't feel like I was hit.

Instead, it was run over head-on by a dump truck traveling at full speed.

"That damn red-haired monkey..."

Lin Bei grimaced in pain, mentally screaming for help.

[System Prompt]

[Achievement: Sacrificing Oneself to Save the General]

[Reward: Coach Anzai's favorability +10, team morale +5.]

"Screw your favorability rating..."

"I want workers' compensation... I need more money..."

Lin Bei rolled his eyes and, with Cai Zi's help, slumped back into the surviving chair.

"Lin Bei, are you alright?" Akagi shouted from across half the court.

Lin Bei waved his hand helplessly and pointed to Sakuragi on the field.

He mouthed two words:

"Beat him up."