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

This is a statement that usually sounds like a provocation.

The words, spoken by Sakuragi at this moment, sounded so sincere that it made one want to vomit blood.

He genuinely felt that Maki Shinichi had no strength.

Mu Shen gritted his teeth and forced himself to turn around.

He tried to use his experience to draw a foul.

Feint, raise your hand.

If it were the old Sakuragi, he would have jumped up like a grasshopper long ago.

But now.

Sakuragi just stared at him coldly, his eyes like he was watching a clown performance.

I didn't jump.

The center of gravity didn't even sway.

"Fake."

"He's fooling this genius."

This judgment automatically popped into Sakuragi's mind, as precise as a precision instrument.

Shinichi Maki was completely devastated.

His feint was exposed, leaving him no choice but to jump and shoot.

In that very instant.

Sakuragi moved.

Like a cheetah hunting its prey.

In that fleeting moment of opportunity, the red palm slashed down with pinpoint accuracy.

"Snapped!"

Chip the ball!

Clean and crisp, without a trace of foul, it was a steal like a surgical operation.

The basketball slipped from his grasp.

Maki Shinichi lost his balance and fell forward in a sorry state.

He braced himself on the ground, panting heavily, his vision blurred by sweat.

He watched the red figure disappear into the distance once more, and a deep sense of powerlessness welled up inside him.

That is the despair of mortals looking up at the gods.

"Amu..."

In the stands, Kenji Fujima's beverage bottle had been crushed, the plastic crackling loudly.

"Shinichi Maki... was completely destroyed."

"Not by Lin Bei, but by that...that red-haired boy in first grade?"

Hanagata Toru, standing next to her, pushed up his glasses: "That state..."

……

On the field.

Rukawa Kaede stopped in his tracks.

He watched as Sakuragi Hanamichi completed another powerful dunk, then ran back to his half of the court as if nothing had happened.

That feeling of ease and comfort, that effortless grace, is like taking a stroll in your own backyard.

Rukawa Kaede lowered his head and looked at his palm.

In his view, the world remained clear.

But it has a kind of blurry noise.

That's a side effect of activating "wildness".

He can sense the presence of his opponents and anticipate danger.

But he still felt very heavy, and every movement required instructions from his brain.

And Sakuragi...

Rukawa Kaede looked up.

Those narrow, fox-like eyes reflected the almost overflowing red aura emanating from Sakuragi.

That door.

That door that Rukawa Kaede couldn't open even after banging his head until it bled.

That idiot...

Why is it so easy?

Is he really a genius?

"hateful……"

Rukawa Kaede gritted his teeth.

For the first time, an emotion called "jealousy" began to grow wildly in the heart of this basketball fanatic, spreading like weeds.

But he did not give up.

Although the red glow in those eyes was dim, it was still burning.

"Since we can't push it away..."

Rukawa Kaede stared intently at the Hainan guard who was dribbling the ball forward, his eyes so fierce they looked like he wanted to devour him.

"Then smash it open!!"

……

The remainder of the game became a complete solo show for Sakuragi Hanamichi.

Or rather, it was a one-sided massacre.

Maki Shinichi's stamina was completely depleted, and every time he broke through, Sakuragi ruthlessly intercepted him.

Kiyota Nobunaga attempted to challenge Sakuragi with his speed.

As a result, Sakuragi blocked his shot, sending him flying out of bounds and scrambling to his feet.

Jin Soichiro's three-pointers couldn't even find a chance to be shot due to Sakuragi's unreasonable defensive coverage.

"How do we fight this?"

On the coaching bench in Hainan, Gao Touli stood still.

His proud tactics, his meticulously cultivated system.

Faced with absolute talent, it is as fragile as a piece of soaked toilet paper.

Lin Bei is a cheater, he admits it.

But this red-haired guy... was clearly a rough guy who only knew how to grab rebounds in the first half.

How did he suddenly become a superstar who excels in both offense and defense?

……

"This is..."

"What does it feel like to be a genius?"

On the field.

Sakuragi Hanamichi stands at the free throw line.

He just grabbed the offensive rebound, forced his way in with two Hainan players on his lap, and drew a foul in the process.

He held the ball, feeling the texture on its surface.

I used to think that the free throw hoop was so small that I could never make a shot.

Looking at it now, that basketball hoop was as big as a washbasin.

"call……"

Sakuragi took a deep breath.

This time, he didn't use that comical "urinal-carrying" pose.

Instead, it was extremely natural—raising the ball, lifting the hand, and pressing down the wrist.

The movements were so precise, like those in a textbook demonstration.

"Whoosh."

The basketball swished through the net, and the net barely even moved.

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence, followed by a deafening roar of exclamations.

"Holy crap?! Sakuragi Hanamichi can shoot hoops?!"

"Such perfect movements! Is this a completely different person?"

"Is this still the same novice who can only dunk?"

Listen to the gasps of amazement around me.

Sakuragi curled his lip, looking disdainful.

"Making a fuss over nothing."

He turned back to defend, passing by Kiyota Nobunaga, who looked dazed.

He gave a soft hum, exuding the full aura of Versailles:

"Isn't shooting a basketball something you can do as long as you have hands?"

Kiyota Nobunaga: "..."

He wanted to argue, he wanted to curse.

But looking at the glaring score on the scoreboard, and Sakuragi's cold yet arrogant eyes...

All the words were stuck in his throat.

In front of this red-haired monster.

Any language seems pale and powerless.

……

"beep--!!!"

With the referee's whistle, the game ended.

Xiangbei leads Hainan by a full 26 points, 88-52.

Sakuragi Hanamichi scored 38 points, 9 rebounds, 5 blocks, and 3 steals.

The data is terrifying; it's like the game has been modified.

Even more terrifying is that he completely destroyed the Hainan team's fighting spirit.

The once invincible king of Hainan is now crestfallen, looking like defeated roosters.

Shinichi Maki was helped off the field by his teammates.

His knees were trembling, and his eyes were vacant.

He lost.

They lost completely.

They not only lost to the invincible "tyrant" Lin Bei.

In the end, he was trampled underfoot and rubbed into the ground by that red-haired kid he had always looked down upon.

Shohoku bench.

Sakuragi Hanamichi held his head high, like a victorious general returning home.

The red current in the corner of his eye gradually faded, and the suffocating sense of oppression also dissipated.

"Hahahaha!!"

That familiar, mesmerizing laughter echoed through the stadium once again.

Sakuragi stood with his hands on his hips, pointing arrogantly at Haruko in the stands.

"Miss Haruko!! Did you see that?!"

"This is the power of a genius like me!!"

In the stands, Haruko Akagi was so excited her face was flushed red as she waved frantically.

"Sakuragi-kun!! He's so cool!!!"

Sakuragi's composure crumbled instantly upon receiving praise from the goddess.

The image of a cold and ruthless master was completely gone; his body was twisted into a pretzel, and a perverted smile was plastered on his face.

"Hehehe... Miss Haruko complimented me on being handsome..."

Just then.

A hand was placed on his shoulder.

Sakuragi turned around and met Lin Bei's eyes, which were still slightly sleepy from just waking up.

"Master...Master?"