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

On the field.

Shinichi Maki was extremely uncomfortable being pestered by Sendoh.

No matter how he changed direction, accelerated, or attacked from behind.

Sendoh always manages to use his height and long legs to appear in his attack route first.

That feeling was like punching a piece of cotton.

It's like being enveloped by a gentle stream of water, feeling powerless and frustrated to the point of wanting to vomit blood.

"This guy..."

Shinichi Maki protected the ball, leaned against Sendoh with his back turned, and gasped for breath.

He turned his head and met Shang Xiandao's face, which was covered in sweat but still wore his signature smile.

There was no provocation, no arrogance in that smile, only pure enjoyment.

Enjoy the match, enjoy basketball.

Another figure suddenly flashed through Maki Shinichi's mind.

Lin Bei, who was always lazy, spouting trash talk, but with eyes as cold as ice.

"Completely different from that guy Lin Bei."

Maki Shinichi thought to himself.

Lin Bei gives people the feeling of a bottomless abyss, a suffocating sense of scheming and oppression.

And the path of immortality...

The path to immortality is like the wind and the water.

It is an elusive yet omnipresent control.

"But don't think that will stop me!"

Mu Shen's eyes flashed with a fierce light. He suddenly turned around and took a step back, forcibly creating half a body distance before jumping to shoot!

If you can't break through, then shoot!

But this was exactly what they wanted.

The moment Mu Shen made his move, Xian Dao's long, slender arm blocked out the sky.

Severe visual obstruction!

"Clang!"

The basketball bounced high off the front edge of the rim.

"rebound!!"

Under the basket, Jun Uozumi, who had already taken his position, roared and used his massive body to block Takasago.

With a swift, effortless movement, he snatched the backboard.

"Good shot! Captain Uozumi!"

Ryonan's counterattack was launched instantly, like mercury spilling onto the ground!

……

In the press box.

Nakamura watched the fluid transitions between offense and defense on the field.

He couldn't help but scratch his head, his face full of curiosity:

"Ms. Aida, I've always had a question."

"What exactly are the responsibilities of a point guard, or PG?"

Aida Yayoi's gaze never left Sendoh, who was dribbling the ball forward.

His tone was professional and efficient, with a hint of fervor:

"The point guard is the brain of the team."

"His biggest responsibility is to assess the situation and launch the offensive formation in the game."

"When to launch a fast break, when to set up a positional play, who to pass the ball to, and how to execute the tactics are all within his control."

"You could say that the point guard is the coach on the court."

Nakamura nodded in sudden realization, then, remembering the shorter defenders, asked in confusion:

"Then...shouldn't we find someone shorter?"

"Like Ryota Miyagi?"

"After all, shorter players have a lower center of gravity when dribbling, making it less likely for them to lose the ball, and they're also faster."

Aida Yayoi gently shook her head, a meaningful smile playing on her lips:

That's how it's usually written in textbooks.

"But that doesn't mean that point guards have to be small."

She pointed to the towering figure on the field, her eyes shining:

"To have the height of a center and the scoring ability of a forward."

"But when a player with the refined skills and vision of a guard appears at the point guard position..."

"That's 'The Magician'."

As they were talking, Ryonan's attack had already reached the frontcourt.

Sendoh holds the ball and stands at the top of the arc.

He dribbled the ball at a leisurely pace.

Those eyes seemed to be equipped with a panoramic radar, taking in the positions, movements, and even breathing rhythms of the nine players on the field.

Shinichi Maki dared not be careless and pressed close behind.

Just then, Sendoh's gaze fell on the off-road vehicle at the bottom left corner.

Alarm bells rang loudly in Maki Shinichi's mind.

He subconsciously shifted his weight an inch to the left, preparing to intercept the pass.

scam!

In that instant, Sendoh’s wrist flicked in a very subtle way.

Instead of flying to the left, the basketball seemed to have eyes, and flew close to Maki Shinichi's waist, passing to the right side of the penalty area at an incredible angle!

"What?!"

The audience gasped in surprise.

There's clearly no one there... No!

A figure arrived with a whooshing sound, accompanied by a gust of wind.

Fukuda is auspicious!

He only started moving the moment Sendoh passed the ball.

He turned and shook off the defender.

The basketball bounced comfortably into his hands just as he finished turning around.

When the person arrives, the ball arrives.

This kind of pass is like feeding someone right to their mouth, and then having to wipe their mouth clean for them!

Fukuda receives the ball and starts moving.

Facing Takasago's help defense, he fearlessly forced a layup.

"Whoosh!"

The basketball bounced off the backboard and went into the net.

Another perfect teamwork!

"Waaaaaah!!"

The audience erupted in cheers once again.

"That pass was absolutely brilliant!"

"Is this some kind of supernatural vision?"

"That was a brilliant pass, Sendoh!"

Aida Yayoi cupped her face in her hands, her usual capable female reporter image completely gone.

Her eyes instantly turned into hearts; she was completely captivated.

"Sendoh is so cool! This is art!"

Nakamura, watching from the side, was dumbfounded, cold sweat pouring down his face: "Ms. Aida, you're drooling..."

Shohoku Grandstand.

A dead silence.

Everyone stared at the glaring number on the scoreboard.

Hainan 8: 16 Lingnan.

"You're kidding..."

"Ryonan has actually widened the score gap?"

"They're leading by 8 points against the reigning champions, Hainan?"

Mitsui Hisashi muttered to himself in disbelief.

Miyagi Ryota's expression was grave, his fingernails digging deeply into his palms:

"Is this... the advantage of a tall point guard?"

"The field of vision is so wide, the passing angle is simply arbitrary."

"If it were me, that angle wouldn't be able to transmit the signal at all."

With his arms crossed and brows furrowed, he said, "Not only that, Sendoh's control of the rhythm is too perfect. Hainan has been completely drawn into Ryonan's rhythm."

Sakuragi Hanamichi was so angry that his face turned green as he watched Sendoh steal the spotlight on the court.

"That pesky hedgehog-headed guy!"

"How dare you try to steal the spotlight from this genius!"

"What's so great about that pass? This genius could do that too!"

Lin Bei leaned back lazily in his chair, glanced at the bristling Sakuragi, and added casually:

"You call it hitting people, but others call it art."

"Just watch."

"Open up your perspective a bit, that's what it truly means to 'dominate the field'."

Just as Lin Bei had said, the situation on the field was completely dominated by the Immortal Path.

In the next few minutes, Sendoh transformed into a magician on the court.

Faced with Maki Shinichi's strong pressure, he always managed to defuse it in the most unexpected way.

He made a behind-the-back pass after a post-up move, assisting in a mid-range jumper from Yueye.

The fish, without looking at anyone, strikes the ground, allowing the fish to easily eat the pancake.

Even Uekusa, whose defensive abilities are mediocre, was given a wide-open layup opportunity thanks to Sendoh's distraction.

Everyone scored.

Everyone played with immense enjoyment.

As soon as you get into an open space, the ball will be in your hands immediately.

This feeling boosted the morale of the Ryonan team members to the extreme, making them all as energetic as if they had been injected with chicken blood!

"boom!!"

As Uozumi received Sendoh's high lob, he completed a powerful two-handed slam dunk over Maki's head.

The final score was 14-25.

The point difference has widened to 11 points!