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

Backstage, the medical room.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant and freezing spray.

Takenori Akagi sat on the makeshift bed.

The ankle, swollen like a steamed bun, had been wrapped up like a rice dumpling.

"hiss--"

The team doctor pressed down slightly, and Akagi gasped in pain, cold sweat streaming down his forehead.

But he didn't utter a sound, instead crumpling the sheets in his hands.

"The bones are fine, but the ligaments are badly injured."

"Akagi-kun, as a doctor, I suggest you withdraw from the match immediately and go to the hospital." The team doctor said sternly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"no."

Akagi's voice was hoarse, yet as hard as a rock.

"Get a painkiller injection, or have your foot bound tightly."

"As long as I can stand up, that's enough."

Ayako, who was packing her medicine box, trembled and almost dropped the medicine bottle on the ground.

She turned around abruptly, her eyes red as a rabbit's:

"Captain! You're gambling with your career!"

"That's Hainan! The best in the whole county! Even if you risk your life..."

"Ayako," Akagi interrupted her.

The towering man raised his head.

His gaze seemed to pierce through the walls, looking towards the boiling battlefield.

"We've come this far with great difficulty."

"Mitsui is back, Miyagi has grown up, and so are Rukawa, Sakuragi..."

Akagi's gaze softened for a moment as the image of Number 16, who always shouted "If I can lie down, I will never sit," appeared in his mind.

"And Lin Bei."

"Those guys are fighting tooth and nail, how can I just lie here and play dead?"

Ayako looked into Akagi's eyes, which were burning with flames.

The words of advice that were about to be spoken ultimately turned into a helpless sigh.

She walked over, gently patted Akagi's broad shoulder, and forced a confident smile:

"Don't worry, Captain."

"Lin Bei and Sakuragi are outside, along with everyone else."

"They're a troublesome group of problem children; they won't be easy to lose to."

"Especially Lin Bei..."

Ayako recalled that chilling look in his eyes.

"That guy declared he was going to take over the game."

……

Hainan rest area.

The atmosphere was as oppressive as the calm before a storm.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!!"

Kiyota Nobunaga kicked the bench, his face turning a deep purplish-red, and the veins on his neck bulging.

Kneel down in public!

This is social death!

The humiliation gnawed at his pride like a venomous snake, making him wish he could disappear into the ground.

"How could I...?"

"How could I kneel before someone like that..."

"What am I doing?"

Kiyota clutched his head, his fingernails digging deep into his scalp, his voice trembling.

"Kiyota."

Gao Touli's voice drifted out from behind the folding fan, revealing neither joy nor anger.

"What exactly happened just now?"

"With your reaction speed, even if you were shaken, you wouldn't have to kneel down."

Kiyota suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with confusion and fear:

"I...I don't know either!"

"In that instant, I felt like I completely lost control of my body!"

"It's like...it's like someone forcibly tied a knot in my leg!"

The feeling of being out of control, which defied the laws of physics, still sends chills down his spine when he thinks about it now.

"Coach, me too."

Kazuma Takasago, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up, his face darker than the bottom of a pot.

"When I went to cover, I clearly saw him on the left."

"By the time the body reacts, the center of gravity has already been shifted."

"That feeling... was very eerie, like being under an illusion."

Even the experienced Takasago said so, so things are obviously serious.

Gao Touli frowned and turned to look at the big shot in the center.

Shinichi Maki.

The emperor of Kanagawa was calmly wiping away his sweat, as composed as a Buddha.

"Amu," Takato Riki called softly.

Maki Shinichi put down the towel and his gaze precisely locked onto the figure covered with a towel on the Xiangbei side.

"That Lin Bei has become even stronger."

Maki Shinichi's voice was deep and mellow, possessing an aura that commanded respect.

"When I watched the videos before, his strengths were still in the realm of 'basketball skills'."

"But that last shot..."

Mu Shen paused, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes:

That was pure "domination".

"The tactics we studied before were ineffective against him; that was... a dimensional reduction attack."

Gao Touli nodded and lightly tapped his palm with his folding fan.

"Since tactics are ineffective, let's bring out the real deal."

Takato Riki stood up, his gaze sweeping over everyone before finally settling on Maki Shinichi.

"Before we figure out the principle behind Lin Bei's move."

"Amu, you go and defend him one-on-one."

Upon hearing this, everyone in Hainan gasped in shock.

Should we assign Emperor Mu to defend a substitute one-on-one?

This is absolutely unprecedented in the history of the Hainan team!

But looking back... was he really just a substitute?

Maki Shinichi showed no surprise, simply nodding calmly: "Leave it to me."

Gao Touli narrowed his eyes, his tone revealing a ruthless edge:

"If even Maki can't be controlled..."

"That's a foul."

"Use whatever means necessary to get him to the free-throw line, or... get him off the court!"

This is the ruthlessness of King of Hainan.

Everything for victory.

……

"Beep—!"

The referee's whistle was like a knife, cutting through the noise of the stadium.

"Timeout over! Game resumes!"

The score of 18:20 on the scoreboard was still glaringly obvious.

"Alright, guys!"

Gao Touli slammed the folding fan shut with a sharp "snap".

"Don't let one goal scare you! We're from Hainan!"

"Take steady and solid steps, and victory will ultimately be ours!"

"yes!!!"

The generals from Hainan roared in unison, and their morale soared.

Kiyota Nobunaga slapped his face hard, his eyes regaining their fierce look:

"Lin Bei! I absolutely will not lose to you this time!"

"I'm going to get my revenge!"

……

the other side.

The members of Xiangbei formed a circle.

Coach Anzai didn't give any complicated tactics; he just smiled and looked at everyone.

"Everyone, believe in Lin Bei."

Lin Bei lifted the towel and slowly stood up.

That instant.

The original lazy demeanor vanished, replaced by a suffocating sense of oppression.

[Akashi Seijuro (Tyrant) Template, Reloading]

Click.

It felt as if some kind of switch inside my body had been flipped.

Lin Bei raised his head, and deep within his pupils, the cold, crimson-gold light flowed once more.

The surrounding air seemed to have been sucked out.

"Let's go."

Lin Bei uttered two words calmly and walked towards the court first.

No further mobilization is needed.

At this moment, his silhouette is the strongest military flag.

Rukawa Kaede followed closely behind, his eyes burning with fierce fighting spirit.

Although Sakuragi Hanamichi was still cursing, his body honestly pressed against Lin Bei's side, like a guardian deity.

When the two teams stepped back onto the field, the atmosphere in the entire stadium exploded.

In the stands.

"Shohoku! Go for it!!"

"Lin Bei! Lin Bei!!"

Yohei Mito and the others from Sakuragi's army waved plastic megaphones, shouting until their throats were hoarse.

Haruko Akagi clasped her hands tightly in prayer:

"Brother... Lin Bei... everyone, good luck!"

On the other side, the banner of the "Linbei Supporters Association" was waving vigorously.

The international students' cheers were so loud they nearly lifted the roof off, completely drowning out the cheerleaders from Hainan.

"Dry up Hainan!!"

"Lin Bei! Charge it for me!!"