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

"Hey! Ah-Kuan!"

The old man from Mingpeng Industry was spitting everywhere.

"How many times have I told you!"

"Just dunk if you want, stop hanging there!"

"See? I ate T again!"

Morishige Hiroshi turned his head to look at the coach, his mouth widening to reveal a set of big white teeth, his smile both honest and creepy.

"Hehehe..."

He stretched out his thick, radish-like finger and pointed at Ai and his teammates.

This group of elites who usually roam freely in Aichi Prefecture.

At this moment, they were all clutching their chests and thighs, their eyes unfocused, as if they had just experienced a traffic accident.

"But……"

Morishige Hiroshi's voice was muffled, revealing a wildness that was not yet fully evolved.

"Every time I dunk, there are always two or three guys lying on the floor below. That feeling..."

His eyes held no trace of human compassion, only the satisfaction of a wild beast after its meal.

"...It felt great."

……

The competition must continue.

The one who was carried out, "Star of Aichi," Moroboshi Dai.

After receiving emergency treatment for his injury, he rushed back to the sidelines without stopping.

"Substitution! I want to play!!"

Moroboshi pushed the team doctor aside, his eyes red.

If you swallow your anger after someone has shit on your neck, how will you ever be able to face Aihe Academy again?

It has to be said, an ace is an ace.

Despite being low on health, Moroboshi Daigo relied on sheer grit to hit consecutive three-pointers and draw fouls, forcibly giving Aiwa Academy a much-needed boost.

And that "human tank" is Morishige Hiroshi.

He received his graduation certificate and was sent off for a defensive play that sent him and the ball flying.

"Chance!!"

"That monster has been sealed away!!"

The entire Love and Academy team, as if injected with adrenaline, launched a suicidal counterattack.

Unfortunately, the hole dug earlier was too big to be filled.

68: 74.

The final whistle blew, and Love and Academy fell.

Mingpeng Industrial, a team that doesn't have any tactics and relies entirely on a monster to break through.

They secured the top seed in the national tournament by stepping over the corpses of the former champions.

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

"The sky over Aichi Prefecture has changed."

Mu Shenyi crossed his arms.

Looking at Morishige Hiroshi, who was still in a daze and drinking water after winning the game, his brows furrowed into a deep frown.

"Amu, what's the panic?"

Lin Bei leaned against the railing, shaking a can of iced cola in his hand.

Their leisurely posture made it seem as if they weren't watching an intense ball game, but rather the square dancing of the middle-aged women downstairs.

Mu Shen turned his head, his expression serious:

"That unreasonable kid."

"This kind of pure physical talent becomes an unpredictable factor in the national competition."

As he spoke, he glanced at the two Shohoku players beside him, his tone deep:

"Your Xiangbei team has a very strong momentum this year."

"But if we encounter such an unreasonable monster, we might all end up in trouble."

"A car crash?"

Sakuragi Hanamichi, who had been silent all along, suddenly let out a strange cry.

He exchanged a glance with Kiyota Nobunaga beside him.

They were both defiant and unwilling to admit defeat.

The next second, these two mortal enemies...

They simultaneously extended their right hands, thumbs down, and made two sharp gestures.

"cut!"

Sakuragi curled his lip, his face full of disdain: "Who does that guy think he is?"

"Isn't he just a fat pig who only knows how to brute force his way through people? This genius can let him win with one hand!"

Kiyota Nobunaga, unusually, sided with Sakuragi: "Exactly!"

"This kind of aesthetically unappealing playing style is just like stomping noobs in Aichi Prefecture."

"If they run into our Kanagawa team, we'll teach them a lesson in no time!"

Looking at these two arrogant and ignorant "hidden dragons and phoenix chicks," Maki Shinichi helplessly rubbed his temples, feeling that his hairline had receded even further.

"You guys..."

"Don't worry, you're a middle-aged man."

Lin Bei took a sip of cola and fixed his gaze on the Mingpeng group celebrating below the stage.

"When we actually meet in the national competition, someone will teach him a lesson."

……

In the courtyard of Anxi Residence.

The startled deer struck the stone with a "thud," breaking the silence.

"You are not as good as the immortal as you are now."

These words were like a heavy hammer blow, shattering Rukawa Kaede's arrogance.

Rukawa Kaede suddenly looked up.

Those eyes, which were usually sleepy, were now frighteningly sharp.

He is not satisfied.

"I don't……"

Rukawa Kaede's fingers gripped his knees tightly, his knuckles turning pale from the force.

Coach Anzai adjusted his glasses.

The reflection from the glasses obscured his gaze, but it couldn't hide the sharpness in his tone.

Have you reviewed your previous matches?

How does Sendoh control the game when the team is collapsing?

"And you, when facing Hainan and being surrounded by Lingnan."

"Besides working alone, what else did you do?"

Rukawa Kaede bit his lip and remained silent.

Images of the match flashed through my mind.

Sendoh's passing, Sendoh's command, and that effortlessly smug smile.

"You said you wanted to go to America."

Coach Anzai's voice turned stern; he was no longer the kind old man from KFC.

"You couldn't even figure things out in Kanagawa, what are you going to do in America?"

"escape?"

Rukawa Kaede bristled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, his fur standing on end. "I didn't..."

"Changing places before achieving excellence is escapism."

Coach Anzai interrupted him, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"You will face even stronger opponents in the upcoming national tournament."

"More demonic than Immortal Dao, more stable than Maki Shinichi, even... more monstrous than that Lin Bei."

The two looked at each other.

The wind blew through the courtyard, rustling the bamboo leaves.

After a long silence, Coach Anzai sighed, picked up his teacup, and blew on it.

"Anyway, let's become the number one high school student in the country first."

Rukawa Kaede was startled.

First in the country.

These four words were like a flame, instantly igniting the ambition in his eyes.

"It's not too late to go to the United States then."

Rukawa Kaede stood up and bowed deeply: "Yes."

As he turned to leave, the boy's silhouette was no longer lost.

Like a freshly sharpened knife, its cold gleam is chilling.

……

Nagoya, backstage passageway of the preliminary round venue.

The game ended, and the crowds were packed.

The air was filled with the cloyingly sweet smell of popcorn.

Sakuragi Hanamichi walked at the front, hands in his pockets, with an air of nonchalance.

A group of giant men wearing white jerseys walked towards us.

Meihou Industrial Co., Ltd.

The player in the center position is none other than Morishige Hiroshi, who just dominated the field.

This guy had a towel hanging around his neck, and his large frame almost blocked half the road.

They met on a narrow path.

"Hey, isn't that the fat guy hanging on the basketball hoop?"

Sakuragi Hanamichi's eyes lit up, and a mischievous smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

Give Way?

nonexistent.

The word "let" doesn't exist in this genius's dictionary!

Since we'll be rivals in the future, let's greet each other like men!

The two drew closer and closer.

Just as they were about to pass each other, Sakuragi suddenly exerted force with his shoulder, like a red-haired bull, and rammed into Morishige Hiroshi.

however.

The expected scenario of the other party being rejected did not occur.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

Sakuragi felt as if he had crashed into a load-bearing wall.

A terrifying reaction force struck, making his bones crack.

"What?!"

Sakuragi lost his balance and landed hard on his backside.

"It hurts, it hurts..."

Sakuragi looked up in shock at the motionless monster before him.

Is this... the power of 100 kilograms?

Did this thing grow up eating feed?

Morishige Hiroshi seemed to realize he had bumped into something, turned his head, and looked down at the red-haired man on the ground.

There was no mockery or apology in his eyes, only an infuriating indifference.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

After saying that, he turned to leave.

It was as if he had just accidentally kicked a pebble on the side of the road.

"You bastard!!"

Sakuragi was so angry that his face turned red and his neck bulged. He was about to get up and get back at his opponent.

A dark figure suddenly darted out from behind him.

It's Lin Bei.

He put his hands in his pockets.

He took small steps, but instantly got close to Morishige Hiroshi's back.

Lin Bei's expression turned slightly cold, and his usual lazy smile disappeared.

Instead, a strange purple glow appeared.