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

It details the habitual movements of each player.

Even the style of trash talk.

"I think this will be of some help to you."

Yan Yi's voice suddenly turned serious, revealing a rare ruthlessness:

"Because I want Shohoku to win."

On the other end of the phone, Yan Yi seemed to recall some unpleasant memories.

Kishimoto Minori, who wore a ponytail.

That bastard who openly humiliated Ryonan and mocked Sendoh in Osaka.

And there's that guy, Itakura, who looks down on people.

Yan Yi's hand gripping the phone was bulging with veins, and his face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Those bastards from Osaka... how dare they look down on Ryonan!"

"Captain Akagi! Please teach them a lesson they deserve!"

"If we lose, I'll haunt you even as a ghost!"

Akagi sensed the resentment and anger in Hikoichi's tone.

That is the dignity of the loser, and also the entrustment of the ally.

Don't worry.

"We will win."

Akagi responded in a deep voice, his tone as firm as iron.

"We absolutely have to win!!"

At that moment, Sakuragi Hanamichi snatched the phone away.

"Hey! Hikoichi!"

"Isn't Ryonan coming to see this genius's performance live?"

Sakuragi yelled into the microphone, looking smug, his nose practically pointing to the sky:

"This is Sakuragi's national debut!"

"Ah! Is that Sakuragi?"

Yan Yi's voice visibly faltered for a moment: "No...no..."

"We at Ryonan are still intensifying our special training."

Sakuragi, standing nearby, chimed in, "Is everyone there? Where's Sendoh?"

As a long-time rival, Akagi is still quite concerned about Sendoh's movements.

After all, he was the only man who had given even a genius like him a tough time.

"Forehead……"

Yan Yi's voice sounded even weaker, as if the signal was bad.

"Captain Sendoh and Asu are both absent..."

"I don't know where they went..."

"Well... never mind, they probably went fishing as a group."

"Anyway! Shohoku!! Go for it!!"

"We absolutely have to blow Toyotama to pieces!!"

That final roar was a desperate cry, a scream so powerful it cracked.

The sound was so loud that even the earpiece was vibrating.

"Wow!"

Akagi and Sakuragi both covered their ears, their expressions pained.

"Idiot! My eardrums are going to explode!"

Akagi slammed down the phone, rubbing his ringing ears.

Kogure chuckled wryly, "What an energetic guy."

He took the faxed documents and carefully put them away: "Thank you so much, Yan Yi, this is a lifesaver."

A corner of the lobby.

Lin Bei, who hadn't said a word, was leaning against the counter drinking an iced cola.

When he heard the words "Sendoh and Fuku are not here," his hand holding the Coke can paused slightly.

His eyebrows were slightly raised.

Is Sendoh going fishing?

That's not surprising. It would be a miracle if that guy were actually training seriously.

but……

At this crucial moment when the national competition is about to begin, even Fukuda has disappeared?

Ryonan's two aces have both gone missing?

A strange feeling flashed through Lin Bei's mind.

Something just doesn't feel right.

There's a sense of... the calm before the storm.

It's like something enormous is stirring beneath the calm surface of water.

"Could it be those guys...?"

Lin Bei narrowed his eyes, his gaze becoming somewhat profound.

But then he shook his head.

I gulped down the last mouthful of cola, the cool liquid sliding down my esophagus and washing away the heat.

"never mind."

"No matter what they're up to, the thing we need to deal with right now is Toyotama's gang of mad dogs."

Lin Bei crushed the soda can, flicked his wrist, and casually tossed it into an arc.

Clang.

It hit the trash can precisely.

"Let's go, let's get to work."

"Hehehe~"

A signature laugh rang out.

Coach Anzai, with his large, round belly, slowly walked over.

He wore gold-rimmed glasses and had a kind smile on his face, looking just like a Maitreya Buddha.

"Everyone seems to be in high spirits."

"let's go!"

"Let's go celebrate our first victory."

Coach Anzai didn't say much, but his words were like a reassuring pill, instantly stabilizing the team's morale.

"Whoa!!"

The players of Shohoku roared in unison.

The loud noise made the crystal chandelier in the lobby sway, startling the receptionist.

The group filed out and boarded the bus to the competition venue.

The hotel owner and his wife stood at the door, waving vigorously:

"Go Shohoku!"

The bus slowly started moving.

The wheels rolled over the scorching asphalt road, heading towards the Hiroshima Prefectural Stadium.

Inside the train carriage.

Akagi Takenori sat in the front row, clutching the documents sent by Hikoichi tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning white.

"Toyotama..."

Akagi murmured softly, his eyes burning with fighting spirit.

"Wash your neck and wait."

back row.

Lin Bei put on his headphones and closed his eyes to rest.

Fingers tapped a rhythm lightly on the knee.

That was the rhythm of war drums.

The hunt has begun.

……

Hiroshima Prefectural Gymnasium.

This isn't a sports arena, it's a sauna.

The stands were violently cut into two colored blocks.

Toyotama High School in Osaka exudes the aura of a top-tier A-class team.

All three stands were filled with Toyotama students.

The inflatable sticks struck in unison.

"Toyotama! Attack!"

"Toyotama! Invincible!"

"Send those country bumpkins from Kanagawa back home to farm!!"

The roar was like a tsunami crashing on the shore, enough to make any inexperienced team go weak in the knees on the spot.

On the other hand, let's look at Shohoku.

bleak.

It could even be described as shabby.

The few dozen seats scattered in the corner were mostly empty, except for a few unsuspecting passersby.

Under the siege of Toyotama's ocean, that little bit of Shohoku Red was weak, pitiful, and helpless.

Just then, several figures with unusual styles forcefully pushed through the wall of people.

His white shirt was open, revealing an extravagant gold chain at his chest, along with his signature retro pompadour hairstyle.

Mitsui Hisashi's "Ironclad Bodyguard," Tokuo and his group have arrived.

They were covered in sweat, guarding the rolled-up pole in their arms as if it were a royal decree.

"Excuse me! Excuse me! Are you blind?"

"What are you pushing for! Don't you know about first come, first served!"

Denan shoved aside two Toyotama students blocking his way and plopped down in the center of the stands, in the C position.

The surrounding air froze for a second.

Hundreds of unfriendly gazes shone down like searchlights.

This is the heart of Toyotama's main base.

"Big...Big brother..."

The younger brother swallowed hard, tugging at De Nan's sleeve, his voice trembling:

"Did we... wander onto the wrong set?"

All around were jerseys of the same color, and everyone was looking at them with eyes that seemed to be eyeing their prey.

It felt like a few huskies had wandered into a wolf pack's feast.

"What's the panic!"

De Nan suddenly slapped his thigh.

Even though my calves are cramping, I absolutely cannot lose my momentum.

He stiffened his neck and glared back with an even fiercer look than the other person:

"Once the competition begins, it's not certain who's afraid of whom!"

"Don't forget why we're here!"