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

The second half begins, and the two sides switch sides.

Hainan clearly adjusted their tactics, with Jin Zongyilang starting to run around the perimeter frantically, trying to create space.

However, Ryonan's strategy is clear.

Focus on controlling the paint, allowing shots but not drives.

The situation remains deadlocked, with neither side able to gain the upper hand.

Until the 5th minute of the second half.

Ryonan attacks, Sendoh dribbles the ball forward.

Maki Shinichi immediately pressed himself against him, this time without holding back.

The physical confrontation was as fierce as boxing, clearly intended to exhaust Xiandao's stamina.

"You're really troublesome, Maki."

Sendoh, with his back to the ball, was bumped and staggered.

But he didn't panic. His eyes quickly scanned the chaotic crowd.

In a split second, he caught a glimpse of the opening under the basket.

Without the slightest hesitation, Sendoh suddenly jumped up from the corner where he had been forced to the brink of death by Maki Shinichi!

In mid-air, his body twisted dramatically, dodging Maki Shin's arm that was about to be covered, and with a flick of his wrist.

Basketball is like a scalpel, precisely cutting into the paint.

"Whoosh!"

Under the basket, Afu was like a shark that had smelled blood, instantly launching into action.

"Don't even think about it!"

Kazuma Takasago roared and took a step to the side, his massive body blocking Fukuda's path.

Absolutely a defensive position! Forcing your way in is just a charge!

"snort."

A sinister smile appeared on Fukuda Kichijo's somewhat rugged face.

He didn't slow down; at the moment of contact with Takasago, his body suddenly made an extremely realistic shooting fake move.

Takasago subconsciously shifted his center of gravity upwards.

In that very instant!

Fukuda abruptly pulled the ball back, pivoting on his toes.

A smooth turn, so nimble it seemed completely at odds with his appearance.

I applied it directly over the takasago!

Before me stretched a vast ocean.

Fukuda jumped, gently catching the basketball with one hand, the basketball tracing a soft arc on his fingertips.

"Whoosh!"

Hollow-core netting.

"Great shot!!" The stands erupted again.

"That number 13! Such amazing footwork in the paint!"

"We've fooled Takasago! Ryonan's offensive firepower is too overwhelming!"

Fukuda landed and swung his fist forcefully.

He turned his head to look at Xiandao.

Sendoh was bent over, panting with his hands on his knees.

He looked up when he saw Fukuda score.

He flashed a bright smile and gave a thumbs up.

"Well said, Sendoh," Fukuda murmured to himself.

This is the current pace of Ryonan.

Everyone is a fang, and Sendoh is the brain that controls all those fangs to crush the opponent's throat.

In the stands.

As Lin Bei watched this scene, the playfulness in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a hint of seriousness.

"That's interesting. It seems Ryonan really wants to dethrone Hainan."

He sat up, stretched, and his joints cracked.

"but……"

Lin Bei's gaze passed through the cheering crowd and landed on Maki Shinichi, who had remained silent all along.

The man's gaze grew colder and colder.

It's like the suffocating low pressure before a storm.

"The real storm is yet to come."

……

The numbers on the scoreboard are ticking.

He let out a roar that sounded like his vocal cords were being torn apart, directed at the stands.

"roar--!!"

That shout seemed to be an attempt to vent the pent-up frustration in his chest, along with his blood and flesh.

"Afu! Afu!!"

"They've gone berserk!"

"Twenty points! That number 13 has already scored twenty points!"

The stands erupted in chaos, the roar almost lifting the stadium's dome.

Fukuda closed his eyes and raised his chin high.

I heard that.

Those screams that once belonged only to Sendoh and Uozumi are now raining down on him.

This feeling is like parched, cracked earth suddenly being irrigated by a torrential rain.

Every pore on his body was screaming with pleasure, making his scalp tingle.

Cool.

That was so damn awesome.

Not enough, we need more.

Louder! I can't hear you!

Hainan rest area.

"Snap!"

The folding fan in Gao Touli's hand let out a scream as the fan ribs were crushed.

His brows were furrowed, his eyes fixed on the unassuming number 13 on the field, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.

"That bastard..."

Gao Touli gritted his teeth, his eyes behind his glasses filled with rage.

"Aside from drives and easy baskets, their defense is as bad as a street in the early morning, and their mid-range shots are all luck..."

"How can a player with so many weaknesses score so many points against Hainan?"

This is the most disgusting part.

Fukuda Kichou is like a double-edged sword without a guard; its flaws are as big as a black hole.

But its strengths are so sharp that they can turn Hainan's inside game into a hornet's nest.

As long as the immortal is present.

As long as that damn pass gets through, Fukuda is a heartless scoring machine.

In contrast, consider the Lingnan rest area.

Taoka Shigeichi sat with his arms crossed, completely unfazed, the smug smile on his lips impossible to suppress.

"Hmph, Gao Tou, are you feeling a bit dizzy right now?"

Taoka looked at Fukuda, who was basking in the cheers on the field, and his thoughts drifted back to two years ago.

That afternoon, at the Ryonan Basketball Gymnasium.

Back then, Sendoh Akira was already at max level when he joined the club.

Technology, consciousness, body—perfect like a work of art.

And what about Fukuda Kichicho back then?

It's rough, too rough.

He dribbled the ball and hit his foot; he was treated like a wooden stake when defending.

He was the worst student in that batch of freshmen, so bad that he wasn't even fit to be the water dispenser attendant.

but.

"Give me the ball! Again!"

Taoka Shigeichi remembers it clearly.

That clumsy freshman, when faced with a genius like Sendoh Akira who could defeat him from a lower dimension, never showed a trace of cowardice in his eyes, as if he said, "I can't do it."

Even if Sendoh steals the ball a hundred times, or blocks my shot a hundred times.

Fukuda Kichijou will choose to attack again for the 101st time.

"You arrogant brat who doesn't know his place."

Taoka Shigeichi murmured softly, his eyes softening considerably.

"Even though he's incredibly bad at the game, he still treats Sendoh as his imaginary enemy."

"But it was precisely this fearless 'general's demeanor' that made him grit his teeth and practice on the street basketball court for a whole year."

"Ah Fu, let it all out."

"Show your ambition and your greed to all of Kanagawa!"

……

The game continues on the field.

Hainan's offense stalled, and Jin Zongyilang's three-pointer bounced off the rim due to the relentless interference of the off-road mad dog.

"The rebound is mine!"

With a loud shout, Jun Uozumi blocked the position like a black iron tower and snatched the basketball away.

"Sendou!"

This shout requires no pre-anchoring.

Just as Uozumi was removing the board.

Two blue figures, like cannonballs, instantly tore apart Hainan's defensive formation.

Immortal Dao.

Fukuda is an auspicious sign.

The signature double ghost knocking door of Ryonan!

"Get back on defense! Get back on defense now!!"

Mu Shenyi's temples bulged with veins as he ran and roared.

But it was too fast.

Sendoh's speed in advancing the ball was ridiculously fast, and his dribbling rhythm was so smooth it was almost despair-inducing.

With a highly deceptive feint near the center line, he tricked Kiyota Nobunaga into losing his balance and nearly doing the splits.

He then flicked his wrist and delivered a surgical-like long pass to the ground.

The basketball seemed to have a navigation system, precisely piercing through the defense and landing in the hands of Fukuda, who was making a quick run down the right side.

Fukuda received the ball, leaving only Jin Soichiro in front of him.

Ah Shen is a sharpshooter

But hand-to-hand combat?

That's delivering vegetables.