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

The mountains and forests of Shizuoka were swallowed up by the night.

The stone lanterns in the courtyard cast warm yellow halos, making the mist appear ambiguous and indistinct.

But this tranquility is limited to the outdoors.

Inside the house, a fierce battle called "Dinner" had just ended.

Empty plates were piled up on the table like a mountain, resembling the ruins left by a locust swarm.

Sakuragi Hanamichi sprawled out on the tatami mat, completely lacking any decorum.

Her belly was stretched out like a fully inflated balloon, giving the impression of someone three months pregnant.

"They've been resurrected..."

He let out a loud burp, crossed his hands peacefully over his chest, and looked as if he had ascended to heaven.

Beside them, the four members of Sakuragi's gang lay sprawled out, forming a human speed bump.

Takamiya Nozomi had even unbuckled her belt, and she still had half a stubborn tempura shrimp tail dangling from the corner of her mouth.

"Is this heaven...?"

"Don't save me, let me die in this paradise of pleasure, really."

Lin Bei sat by the corridor, enjoying the breeze while holding a cup of barley tea to aid digestion.

The red leaves rustled in the night wind; this is what life should be like.

Why do we play basketball so hard?

Isn't it all for this moment of "wise man"?

"Haruko, let's go to the hot springs."

Ayako stood up, carrying a delicate little bamboo basket in her hand.

She casually pulled her long hair up, revealing her slender, fair neck.

Under the lights, her mature and alluring charm seemed to radiate hormones from the center of her being.

"Huh?"

"Okay, okay!"

Haruko Akagi hurriedly got up, her face flushed.

I don't know if it was the heat or if I was too embarrassed to think of the word "shared bathing".

Two girls, hand in hand, walked towards the entrance marked with a curtain that read "Women's Bath," accompanied by the chirping of cicadas.

A faint scent of shower gel seemed to linger in the air.

Inside the Great Hall.

The male creatures, which had been limp and lifeless, suddenly perked up their ears like antennas.

In particular, their two eyes suddenly lit up in the dim light, shooting out a green light like that of a hungry wolf.

Sakuragi Hanamichi, Miyagi Ryota.

The two of them seemed to be electrified, instantly launching themselves forward and sitting up straight, with a synchronization rate of 100%.

"Good fields..."

Sakuragi's voice was low and trembling with a hint of guilt.

"ikebana……"

Miyagi pushed up his non-existent reflective glasses, his gaze as profound as a philosopher's.

The two exchanged a glance.

Shila-

Sparks flew in the air, and a certain brainwave, unique to restless teenage boys, instantly connected.

That was a tacit understanding called "gentleman (pervert)".

That is the ultimate desire for "absolute territory".

"The women's bath... is right next door."

"This is a traditional wooden structure, an old house."

Miyagi lowered his voice and frantically gestured with his fingers on the tatami mat, looking even more serious than when he was drawing on a tactical board.

"In other words..."

"Soundproofing... is practically nonexistent?"

Sakuragi's Adam's apple bobbed violently as he swallowed.

"And that wall..."

"It looks only two meters."

Miyagi stretched out his hand, gesturing a height, and his lips curled up in a wild smile.

Two meters.

For these basketball players who average nearly 1.9 meters tall and have amazing jumping ability, is that considered a wall?

That's called a threshold!

Their breathing became heavy instantly.

The GPU in my mind started frantically rendering high-definition, uncensored images.

Mist swirls, water gurgles, snow-white skin, graceful curves…

"Hehehe..."

The two men simultaneously let out lewd laughter that would make any woman immediately call the police.

however.

Just as the two were about to swear a blood oath and head to the "battlefield" together.

Sakuragi Hanamichi's smile suddenly froze on his face.

and many more.

Who just went in?

Haruko-san!

That's my goddess! My angel!

My pure and innocent Haruko-san, who is not to be defiled!

If you were to peek...

Wouldn't that mean even Haruko-san would be...?

Sakuragi suddenly turned his head and stared intently at Miyagi Ryota.

His gaze instantly shifted from "good brother" to "father's killer".

At the same time, Miyagi Ryota's CPU also switched over.

Caiko!

That's my Ayako!

If that red-haired monkey goes to peek, won't it see all of Ayako's naked body too?!

Dah!

Absolutely not!

Only I can see this!

No, I can't watch it either... No, that's not right either!

This monkey absolutely has to die!

"asshole!"

The two men sprang into action almost simultaneously, grabbing each other by the collar, instantly shattering their fake brotherhood.

"Miyagi! You lecherous idiot!"

"You dared to peek at Haruko-san! I'll punish you in the name of the moon!"

Sakuragi's eyes widened in anger, and spittle flew everywhere.

"ha?!"

Miyagi, not to be outdone, pressed his forehead against Sakuragi's:

"It's clearly you, you pervert, trying to peep at Ayako! Close your dog eyes!"

"I will absolutely not let you succeed! I'll gouge your eyes out!"

"What did you say, you shorty!"

"Want to fight, you red-haired monkey!"

The brothers who were just preparing to swear brotherhood in the Peach Garden are now wrestling on the tatami mat like two male cats in heat.

The people around him looked at him like he was mentally challenged.

Lin Bei shook his head helplessly.

This is what they call "as long as I have no morals, you can't hold me hostage," but unfortunately, these two have a pretty strong sense of morality.

This is youth, the youth of overflowing hormones.

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

Two muffled, loud thuds.

The world is at nuclear peace.

Akagi Takenori withdrew his smoking iron fist, his face as black as soot: "Two idiots."

"So you have too much energy but nowhere to use it, huh?"

"Then get your ass to the men's bath!"

"Anyone who dares to peek next door, I'll break their third leg!"

Sakuragi and Miyagi, their heads still steaming with fresh bumps, had tears welling up in their eyes.

"Yes……"

"Captain Gorilla..."

……

Men's soup.

A huge open-air rock pool.

The milky white spring water was steaming hot, and the smell of sulfur mixed with the scent of the mountains and forests was indeed calming.

"Splash!"

The Xiangbei players jumped naked into the pool, splashing water everywhere.

"Ooooh ooooh—!"

"Cool--!"

Several wolf howls echoed through the valley.

Enveloped in hot water, every pore seemed to rejoice, and my soul felt as if it were about to leave my body.

Coach Anzai had already secured a prime location.

He had a white towel on his head, his eyes were closed, and he had a kind face.

He was holding a small wooden basin with sake floating in it, looking exactly like the local earth god in the hot spring pool.

"That feels so good."

"Such luxurious enjoyment is indeed only suitable for a genius like me."

Mitsui Hisashi leaned against a rock by the pool and splashed water on his face.

"Come on, don't give me that."

Miyagi swam over, a mischievous grin on his face. "Who was it that said they wanted to maintain abs while eating, and then went and ate five bowls of rice?"

"That's to replenish energy!"

Mitsui blushed and tried his best to save face.

"Tomorrow's special training is going to be insane, I need to eat a lot!"

At this moment, the water surface churned.

Sakuragi Hanamichi popped his head out of the water and wiped his face.

His gaze swept across the entire area like a radar, finally settling on Akagi.

"Gorilla."

"Dare to have a competition?"

Akagi opened his eyes, his gaze sharp: "What are we competing in?"

"Let's see who can soak the longest!"

Sakuragi pointed at the steaming spring water with a defiant look on his face.

"Whoever goes out first is a coward!"

"The loser has to do the team's laundry tomorrow!"