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

Across the ocean, in Orlando, USA.

The Florida sun is so intense it feels like it's baking you until you're scorched.

This is one of the top sports rehabilitation centers in the United States.

But these past few days, Takenori Akagi has felt that this place is more like Jurassic Park.

Akagi slumped on a bench by the field, his ankles wrapped in thick ice packs, his eyes glazed over.

Not far away, there was a moving black mountain of flesh.

That's right, it can only be called a "mountain of meat".

His height is estimated to be over 215 centimeters, a terrifying figure, and his weight remains a mystery.

With every step, the solid wood floor groaned.

"Hey! Stan! Stop chasing!"

"I only took a tiny sip! Seriously, just a tiny sip!"

That "mountain of flesh" was nimbly weaving through the equipment area.

Clutching two Big Macs in his hands, his cheeks bulged out like a black bear caught stealing honey.

Behind him, the nutritionist in the white coat waved body fat clamps, her face red with anger:

"O'Neal! Put down that trash!"

"Your body fat percentage is going to be too high again! Do you want to ruin your knees?!"

"Bullshit! I'm going to be the man who dominates under the basket!"

The guy named Shaquille O'Neill sprinted along, stuffing the rest of the hamburger into his mouth.

He retorted vaguely, "Where does the strength come from without meat?"

"You know nothing!"

"If you want to make it in the NBA, how can you squeeze past those seasoned veterans if you're not strong enough?"

Akagi's lips twitched.

Is this the monster who just won the NBA Rookie of the Year award?

Akagi has really seen something new these past few days.

This guy does nothing but train and sleep.

The rest of the time was spent battling hunger or running around like a dog with the nutritionist.

It was as if a black hole that could never be filled lived inside that enormous body.

Perhaps they were tired from running.

Or perhaps it was Akagi's serious, door-god-like face that caught their attention.

This enormous creature squeezed its rear end right next to Akagi.

The bench let out a groan of despair, as if it were about to fall apart at any moment.

"Hey, shorty."

O'Neal wiped the sauce from the corner of his mouth, revealing a set of bright white teeth.

He slapped Akagi on the shoulder without any hesitation.

In that instant, Akagi felt half of his body go numb.

"You've been staring at me like that these past few days, are you captivated by this old man's dashing figure?"

Akagi rubbed his numb shoulders and spoke in fairly fluent English:

"I've seen your highlights, you're really good."

"I'm a high school student, and I play center."

"High school student?"

O'Neal's eyes widened as if he had discovered a new continent, and he looked Akagi up and down:

"Why do you look just like that old gorilla Ewing, especially with that hairstyle and that serious look?"

"But you're much more pleasing to the eye than him; at least you didn't treat me to braised pork knuckle."

As he spoke, O'Neal's stomach rumbled loudly in agreement.

He glanced around furtively, then lowered his voice and leaned closer:

Hey, bro.

"Would you like to grab something to eat together?"

"You are too thin."

Akagi was taken aback.

Looking at this monster in front of me who can shatter backboards on the NBA court.

Akagi's heart skipped a beat.

This could be an opportunity, a chance to make a fortune.

……

Half an hour later, in a corner of the rehabilitation center.

O'Neal let out a satisfied burp, with five empty pizza boxes stacked in front of him.

"Awesome! That's so awesome!"

O'Neal patted his round belly, his eyes filled with affection as he looked at Akagi:

"You're a good person, Akagi."

"From now on, in this area, just say my name, Shaq, and it'll work."

Akagi sat up straight, adopting the same serious demeanor he displayed when facing Coach Anzai.

"Mr. O'Neal, I actually have a favor to ask."

"Tell me, for the sake of the pizza," O'Neal said casually, picking his teeth.

"I'd like to ask about the playing style of a center."

Akagi's eyes were sharp.

"I'm about to face a very strong opponent, and I want to improve before that."

"experience?"

O'Neal paused, his playful smile instantly vanishing.

He stood up, and a huge shadow instantly enveloped Akagi.

"Talk is cheap; real-world experience is what truly matters."

O'Neal beckoned with his finger, pointing to the indoor court next door:

"Since I've eaten your food, Uncle Shak will teach you a couple of tricks."

"Come on, take the ball."

……

Inside the empty training ground.

Akagi held the basketball and stood in a low position.

My foot injury hasn't healed yet, but I can do a few movements without any problem.

"Come on, attack!"

"Use the posture you're best at."

O'Neal stood under the basket, not even bothering to take a defensive stance, just lazily spreading his arms.

Akagi took a deep breath.

He is the emperor of Kanagawa and the pillar of Shohoku.

Even when facing the NBA Rookie of the Year, he wanted to test his own abilities!

"Drink!"

Akagi roared, strained his back, and slammed backward.

This is his back-to-the-basket singles attack, which has been invincible in Japan.

Even Jun Uozumi would have to take a step back after taking that hit.

however.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

Akagi felt as if he had crashed into a breakwater made of reinforced concrete.

O'Neal didn't move an inch, not even lifting his heels.

On the contrary, Akagi himself was so shocked by the reaction force that his chest felt tight and he almost lost his balance.

"Too light, didn't you eat?"

O'Neal's voice drifted down from above, tinged with a hint of mockery:

Are you tickling my back?

"Patrick II?"

Akagi gritted his teeth, forced himself to turn around, and jumped.

Get ready for my signature "Gorilla Slam Dunk".

Just as he left the ground.

it's dark.

A giant hand swept down as casually as if swatting a fly.

*Smack!*

The person and the ball.

The basketball was swatted away, and Akagi was also thrown to the ground by that terrifying force, sliding two meters away.

Absolute crushing defeat.

There were no fancy techniques involved; it was purely a matter of overwhelming physical talent.

"Is this all you've got?"

"It's my turn to attack, you defend."

O'Neal picked up the basketball and spun it rapidly between his fingertips.

Akagi got up and dusted off his knees.

There was no fear in his eyes, only the burning flames of a wildfire.

"Come!"

Akagi lowered his center of gravity, pressing firmly against O'Neal's waist, his entire body muscles taut like iron.

O'Neal dribbles the ball with his back to Akagi.

"Bang, bang."

The heavy thud of the dribble struck my heart like a war drum.

Sudden.

O'Neal moved.

There were no feints; it was just a simple and brutal turn.

fast!

That's ridiculously fast!

It's clearly a heavy tank, but it turns around with the agility of a Ferrari.

The enormous buttocks and shoulders instantly pushed aside the space occupied by Akagi.

Akagi felt an overwhelming force surge towards him, and he slid backward uncontrollably, his shoes scraping against the ground with a screeching sound.

Followed by.

That enormous figure rose from the ground, blotting out the sky.

"boom!!!"

The basketball hoop emitted a painful groan, as if it were about to break at any moment.

O'Neal hung on the rim with one hand, his legs swinging in the air, looking down at Akagi on the ground.

"Did you see that?"

When O'Neal landed, the floor shook three times.

"This is what a center should be like."