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

It's now!

De Nan took a deep breath, focused his energy in his dantian, and suddenly unfurled the large flag in his hand.

Whoosh—!

A huge flag was torn open in the center of the blue enemy ranks.

Red background, black lettering, unrestrained and wild.

[The Man of Flames! Mitsui Hisashi!]

This glaring red stood out arrogantly against the blue ocean, even with a hint of provocation.

"Shohoku!! Charge!!"

"Mitsui!! Take them down, you bastards!!"

De Nan waved the flag and roared at the top of his lungs, his voice cracking as he stirred up a hornet's nest.

"Damn it! Where did you get this shady trick?"

"That's incredibly arrogant! Running wild on our turf?"

"Smash it! Tear that tattered flag down!"

The surrounding Toyotama students instantly erupted in uproar.

Empty plastic bottles and popcorn buckets rained down on them.

"Holy crap! That's some serious firepower!"

"Deok-nam! Stop waving! Someone's going to die!"

Several people fled in panic, with De Nan carrying the large flag at the forefront. Although he looked like a deserter in a sorry state, the flag remained flying high and refused to fall even in death.

……

Toyotama High School lounge.

Even through the thick soundproof door, you could still feel the floor vibrating.

The atmosphere was somewhat awkward.

The coach held a marker in his hand, his brows furrowed into a deep frown.

He circled the words "Shohoku" heavily on the tactics board.

"Listen up, all of you."

Jinping's voice was low and tinged with anxiety.

"Don't believe the C-grade rating given by those blind media people."

"Those reporters know absolutely nothing about football."

"Shohoku beat Hainan, that's a fact."

"There's definitely something deadly hidden in this team."

The only sound in the room was the ripping of duct tape.

Toyotama's team members reacted indifferently, even with a hint of nonchalant arrogance.

"Coach, are you going through menopause?"

"That's too sensitive."

The man speaking had a ponytail, was chewing gum, and was adjusting his hairstyle in front of a mirror.

Minori Kishimoto.

He's a notorious madman in Osaka.

"I haven't watched the video."

"Shohoku's victory over Hainan was purely due to sheer luck."

"I heard online that Mr. Mu's leg pain flared up again, causing him to be unable to stand steadily during the match, which led to his loss?"

Kishimoto turned around and pointed with his little finger to a photo on the tactical board.

That's Lin Bei.

The boy in the photo is yawning, his eyes as lazy as a cat that has just woken up.

"Is this the super rookie who's been hyped up to the skies?"

"A 188cm tall point guard? Ha!"

Kishimoto chuckled, popped a pink bubble, and looked disgusted.

"He looks quite intimidating, but what skills could he possibly have looking like he just woke up?"

"I reckon he'd wet his pants if the intensity increased even slightly."

in the corner.

A man with a mushroom haircut sat in the shadows.

He was meticulously wiping his elbow pads, his movements slow and deliberate, as if he were polishing a knife.

Nan Lie.

Captain Toyotama, nicknamed "Ace Assassin".

He slowly raised his head, his gaze sinister, like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows.

"Lin Bei..."

He murmured the name to himself.

"The information shows he was a first-year substitute."

"Short playing time, high efficiency."

Nan Lie stood up, and a chill that stung the skin instantly spread out.

"Since they're newcomers, things will be even easier."

What are newcomers most afraid of?

Nan Lie looked at the coach, a cruel smile curving his lips, his eyes devoid of any warmth.

"I'm afraid of pain."

"Afraid of blood."

"I'm afraid of big events like this."

He cracked his wrists, his knuckles making a popping sound that made your teeth ache.

"Leave Lin Bei to me."

"I'll let him experience firsthand just how hard the floors in Hiroshima are."

Coach Jin Ping opened his mouth, but seeing the familiar madness in Nan Lie's eyes, he ultimately swallowed back his words of dissuasion.

"Anyway... don't let it capsize."

"Besides Lin Bei, you also need to be careful with Akagi and Rukawa Kaede."

"Akagi is known as the best center in Kanagawa..."

"cut."

Kishimoto scoffed dismissively, interrupting the coach.

"What number one center? That's just a case of 'when the tiger is away, the leopard is still around.'"

"Run and fight, exhaust that gorilla to death."

"Let's go! Let's show these country bumpkins what a top-tier A team really is!"

Feng Yu's generals pushed open the door and came out.

They exuded a murderous aura, like a pack of wild beasts about to be unleashed.

……

On the other side, in the Shohoku lounge.

The art style here is completely different.

There was no murderous intent, only a strange... sense of relaxation.

Akagi Takenori stood in front of the tactics board, like a black iron tower.

He banged on the whiteboard hard, making a dull "thump-thump" sound.

"Listen carefully, the tactics remain unchanged."

Akagi's gaze swept over everyone, finally settling on Lin Bei, who was resting with his eyes closed in the corner.

"Lin Bei".

"Um?"

Lin Bei responded lazily, without even lifting his eyelids, as if he had already entered a meditative state.

"You stay in the backfield and conserve your energy as much as possible."

"You don't need to go all out in the first half."

Akagi's voice was steady and powerful, conveying absolute trust.

"learn."

Lin Bei made an "OK" gesture.

I shifted to a more comfortable position and lay sprawled out, like a salted fish that had lost its dreams.

"It would be best if we could win without lifting a finger. I didn't sleep well last night because Sakuragi kept bothering me, and I was just thinking of catching up on some sleep."

"Let's start by rejecting internal strife."

Akagi's temple throbbed, and he forcibly ignored the lazybones's statement.

He turned to other people.

"I'll take the jump ball; I'm sure I'll win it."

Akagi clenched his fist, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.

"The moment you get the ball, everyone rush down the court!"

"Rukawa!"

Rukawa Kaede was tying his shoelaces when he heard this and looked up.

Those eyes, usually drowsy, were now as cold as knives.

"Get the ball and run."

"Like when you attacked Hainan, use your speed to break through their defenses."

"Take the initiative and disrupt their rhythm!"

"it is good."

Rukawa Kaede is a man of few words.

Just then, a red-haired head suddenly squeezed into view, looking displeased and questioning.

Sakuragi Hanamichi pointed at Rukawa Kaede, his nostrils flared, his expression screaming "I'm not convinced!"

"Gorilla, is this guy reliable?"

"This fox does nothing but sleep and act cool. What if it gets targeted and falls apart?"

"This crucial task of saving the world should be entrusted to this genius!"

Rukawa Kaede stood up and gave him a cold glance: "You big idiot."

"What did you say?!"

Sakuragi instantly bristled, veins throbbing on his forehead, and he rolled up his sleeves, ready to start a full-blown fight.

"Stop rambling."

Rukawa Kaede turned around, his back to Sakuragi.

The sound wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling undertone.

"today……"

"I won't let anyone stand in my way."

"Whether it's Toyotama or anyone else."

That aura made Sakuragi pause for a moment.

This fox is serious today.

"Alright, alright."

Kogure quickly stepped in to act as a peacemaker, skillfully smoothing things over:

"Sakuragi, don't be in such a hurry."

"You are also our secret weapon."

"You need to show the results of the training camp."