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

On the field.

The game has entered its final garbage time.

Toyotama High School is still putting up a fierce counterattack.

But to discerning people, the outcome is already decided.

Give me the ball!

Kishimoto was positioning himself in the frontcourt, forcefully pushing aside the defender with his buttocks, reaching out for the ball, his voice practically splitting as he shouted.

He panicked and completely broke down.

As Osaka's top scorer, he couldn't bear to be so thoroughly dominated.

The ball was passed to him.

Kishimoto feinted, without any deception, relying purely on explosive power and burning rage to force his way into the paint.

"Get in there, you son of a bitch!!"

He roared and forced a jump shot over Jun Tsuchiya's defense.

This was an extremely irrational choice, a typical example of acting impulsively.

Jun Tsuchiya didn't even fully jump.

He simply raised his long arm high.

Like a dense, airtight net, it completely covered Kishimoto's space to maneuver, not letting in even a sliver of light.

At the same time, he maintained a subtle distance from his body.

They neither gave Kishimoto a chance to draw a foul, nor did they give him the greatest possible interference.

"Bang!"

The basketball slammed heavily against the front edge of the rim and bounced high into the air.

Daiei Gakuen easily secured the rebound.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!!"

After Kishimoto landed, he stomped his feet in anger, his face turned a deep purplish-red, and his mentality completely collapsed.

"Kishimoto, calm down!"

Toyotama's teammates ran over to try and pull him away.

"Get out of here!"

Kishimoto flung his teammate's hand away and glared at Tsuchiya Jun not far away with bloodshot eyes.

"Tsuchiya!! Don't you dare look down on me!"

Faced with Kishimoto's impotent rage, Jun Tsuchiya merely glanced at him indifferently.

That look in his eyes.

It was neither contempt nor mockery.

Rather, it is a kind of indifference that is completely on a different level.

It seemed that in his eyes, Kishimoto's anger was no different from that of a stray dog ​​barking wildly on the roadside.

It's not worth wasting your emotions on it.

"Back up to defend."

Jun Tsuchiya turned around and waved to his teammates.

His tone was as calm as if he were buying water at a convenience store.

"The game isn't over yet."

……

"We won."

In the stands, Yan Yi closed his notebook.

"game over."

"Toyotomi's 'reckless' style, which only knows how to charge forward, has met its match with the 'master of control' who best counters them."

"That Jun Tsuchiya, using his height and superior field of vision, completely dismantled Toyotama's defenses."

"and……"

Yan Yi looked at the back of number 4 on the field, who hadn't even broken a sweat, and couldn't help but swallow.

"He hasn't even used his full strength yet."

"They manipulated Toyotama with ease simply by passing the ball and controlling the tempo."

"What if he also activated 'God of Slaughter Mode' like Senior Sendoh..."

Yan Yi shivered.

Although I was humiliated by Kishimoto during this trip to Osaka, and although I discovered that my old friend Ahui was just bragging.

But it was worth it.

It was a huge profit!

"Tsuchiya Jun..."

Yan Yi pushed up his reflective glasses, his eyes sharp as knives.

"This person will definitely be a major threat to the new generation of Ryonan team."

"We must take his file back and show it to Sendoh-senpai and Coach Taoka!"

……

The final whistle blew.

The score was 68-79.

Daiei Gakuen defeated Toyotama High School by 11 points to win the Osaka title.

This is the end.

The puzzle for the national competition is finally complete.

Representatives from Osaka: Daiei Gakuen and Toyotama High School.

Representatives of Aichi: Meihou Industrial Co., Ltd., and Aiwa Gakuin University.

Representatives from Kanagawa: Hainan University Affiliated High School, Shohoku High School.

Sanno Industrial High School in Akita, Hakata University of Commerce in Fukuoka...

The 50 strongest high school teams in all of Japan have all assembled.

The national tournament that will ignite this summer is about to begin.

One more month!

……

The camera zooms out.

Passing through bustling Osaka, traversing hundreds of kilometers.

Tokyo, Minato Ward.

A towering commercial building pierces the clouds.

The glass curtain wall reflects a cold and expensive light under the sunlight.

That's the smell of money.

Top floor.

This is an outrageously large office, probably big enough to fit half a basketball court.

The floor was covered with a thick handmade carpet.

Several abstract paintings that I couldn't understand but looked very expensive hung on the wall.

In front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

A middle-aged man in a bespoke suit stands with his hands behind his back.

He stood with his back to the door, looking down at the bustling traffic below, which resembled ants, exuding a sense of oppression from someone who had long held a high position.

Even just a glimpse of her back makes you afraid to breathe loudly.

"President Lin."

Behind him, a tall secretary in a business suit respectfully stepped forward, holding a document in her hands.

"We've secured GG's sponsorship for the IH tournament."

The secretary's voice was crisp and clear, conveying competence.

"The event organizing committee has unanimously approved our proposed 'special sponsorship terms' after discussion by the board of directors."

"They agreed to add an 'invitational challenger team' outside of the main tournament schedule."

The man standing by the window did not turn around.

He simply swirled the amber-colored whiskey in his hand.

The ice cubes hit the side of the glass, making a crisp and pleasant sound.

"very good."

The man's voice was deep and had an undeniable magnetism.

"Since that kid likes playing ball so much..."

"Since he finds it satisfying to dominate weaker opponents here..."

The man turned around.

It was a very well-preserved face, and one could still vaguely see its handsome features from its youth.

Especially those eyes.

Long and narrow, cold and cold.

His eyes, which were usually lazy but could be incredibly sharp when he was serious, were practically identical to someone else's.

He walked to his desk, picked up a cigar, and his secretary immediately stepped forward to light it.

Amidst the swirling smoke, a playful smile curled at the corner of the man's lips, much like a hunter spotting intriguing prey.

"Then let's add some ingredients to it."

"Find all the students who appeared in the video."

"Then they were sent for special training as part of the 'Special Invitation Challenge Team'."

"Give them a chance to win the championship."

The man chuckled softly and exhaled a thick smoke ring.

"If you don't want to inherit the family business, you should at least be prepared to accept it."

"Do you want to pursue a professional basketball career?"

"Can."

"But what if we can't win..."

The man's eyes suddenly turned cold, and his fingers tapped lightly on the table, making a "tap-tap" sound.

"Then obediently get back here and obediently inherit the family fortune."

"or……"

"Go to Africa to manage a mine and cultivate your character."

……

Kanagawa, Shohoku High School basketball gym.

"Achoo—!!"

Lin Bei, who was lazily drinking water on the sidelines, suddenly sneezed so loudly that he almost dropped his thermos.

"What's wrong, Lin Bei?"

Kuwata, who was practicing dribbling, looked over with concern.

"Do you have a cold?"

Lin Bei rubbed his red nose, looking completely bewildered.

"without."

"It just suddenly felt like..."

"It feels like someone is plotting against me, or trying to sabotage me."

He shook his head, trying to banish the strange premonition from his mind.

"Hey! Sakuragi!"

"Butt! Lower your butt even further!"

"Are you trying to sense airflow with your butt?!"

Lin Bei roared at the bald man on the field.

"Okay, okay! You nagging master!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi, sporting a shiny bald head, stood in a horse stance while loudly retorting.

Sunlight streamed onto the basketball court floor, casting a golden glow.

That passionate summer is long gone.

The countdown has officially begun.