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

At Hiroshima Stadium, the air seemed to freeze.

With the referee's whistle.

Game start!

The five mainstays of Shohoku are still the same lineup full of impact.

Beneath the red and white jersey lies the confidence cultivated through countless months of sweat.

But today, the group of people standing opposite the center circle had a completely different aura.

Toyotama Osaka, a strong team in the A-level division.

They stood in a line, their eyes not on their opponents, but on their prey.

Especially the point guards.

Ryota Miyagi stood in front of Daijiro Itakura, his head barely reaching the latter's chin.

The 15-centimeter difference was magnified infinitely under the spotlight, like an insurmountable chasm.

Itakura had a buzz cut and a distasteful look in his eyes.

He lowered his head slightly, looking down at the "short man" in front of him, a playful smile curving his lips.

"Feed".

Itakura's voice wasn't loud, but it had a sharp edge.

"Is Shohoku out of players?"

"Send an elementary school student to make up the numbers?"

Miyagi paused in adjusting his wristband.

The earring in my left ear flashed briefly under the light.

He slowly raised his head, without replying, but his eyes instantly turned cold, like a wildcat whose tail had been stepped on.

Elementary school student?

Your mouth deserves to be torn apart.

Miyagi took a deep breath, and all the muscles in his body tensed up instantly.

Jump ball in the center circle.

With a roar, Takenori Akagi slammed his arm down on the basketball like a black iron hammer.

With his absolute height advantage, he overpowered Iwata and touched the ball first with his fingertips!

Snapped!

The ball was passed to Shohoku's half of the court.

Almost simultaneously, a black lightning bolt tore through Fengyu's defenses.

Rukawa Kaede!

Still as a virgin, swift as a rabbit.

"So fast!"

"It was the opening surprise attack when we attacked Hainan!"

Kiyota Nobunaga in the stands suddenly stood up.

Miyagi caught the ball steadily, his eyes sharpening.

Counterattack!

As long as the ball is passed out, Rukawa can score!

He dribbled the ball forward, and just past the center line, a huge shadow instantly loomed over him.

Daijiro Itakura.

The 183cm tall point guard stood like a wall in front of him, his long arms outstretched, instantly blocking most of Miyagi's view.

"Want to go there?"

Itakura's nauseating smile was right in front of me. "Don't even dream about it, you shorty."

dwarf.

These two words, like a red-hot steel needle, pierced the nerves of the palace.

underestimate me?

Do you think being short makes you easy to bully?

The ball, which should have been passed immediately, lingered in Miyagi's hands for half a second.

Rukawa had run into an open space, but Miyagi didn't pass.

He got angry.

I'm going to get rid of you!

Right here, in front of everyone, I'll get past you, you bastard!

Lower your center of gravity, quickly switch hands between your legs, change direction, and accelerate!

Miyagi attempted to use his speed to force himself to eat it raw.

"Miyagi! What are you doing?!"

A frantic roar came from behind, "Pass the ball!!"

That shout was like a bucket of ice water, instantly waking Miyagi up.

Oops!

Rukawa is almost at the baseline; if he doesn't pass now, he'll miss his chance!

Miyagi gritted his teeth, forcefully using his explosive power to squeeze past Itakura by half a body length, and with a flick of his wrist, launched a long pass.

The basketball arced through the air and flew straight to the frontcourt.

However, just as the basketball crossed the center line—

A figure shot out like a ghost.

Number 4, Nan Lie.

It was as if he had anticipated this route, or rather, he had been waiting for it.

Miyagi made a mistake due to impulsiveness.

"Too slow."

Nan Lie coldly uttered three words and leaped high into the air.

Snapped!

With a crisp crack, the basketball was abruptly severed in mid-air!

"What?!" Miyagi's expression changed drastically.

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

"They snatched it away!!"

"Captain Fengyu, Nanlie, intercept from the air!"

The audience at Toyotama Park erupted in chaos, with laughter and jeers flooding in like a tidal wave.

"Hey, you shorty, stop trying to be tough!"

"Go home and drink your milk!"

Gong Cheng stood frozen in place, his face ashen.

It was a mistake.

The very first goal was conceded due to my own impulsiveness.

But Fengyu didn't give him any time to regret it.

Switching between offense and defense!

That's the terror of a top-tier A team.

The moment they got the ball, the entire Toyotama team became like a wound-up killing machine, their counterattack speed was astonishing.

Run & Gun!

Run-and-gun tactics!

The pace of the game was instantly disrupted.

Nan Lie landed and swung his arm, sending the basketball hurtling towards Bancang.

"Run!!"

Kishimoto Minori roared and charged towards the front field.

Itakura advanced with the ball, showing no sign of slowing down as he faced Miyagi who was tracking back.

"Captain! Catch the ball!"

He shouted and pretended to pass the ball, tricking Shohoku's defense into tightening up, but then he flipped his wrist.

A back-to-the-ground strike!

The basketball dribbled between Mitsui's legs and precisely found Kishimoto cutting into the paint?

No, it's a return transfer!

The ball returned to Itakura's hands!

"Oh no!"

Miyagi realized something was wrong and wanted to reinforce the defenses.

But his small frame looked as thin as a sheet of paper in front of Itakura, who was sprinting at full speed.

"Get out of here!"

Itakura's eyes flashed with malice as he slammed his shoulder into Miyagi.

Bang!

A muffled thud.

Miyagi felt an immense force strike him.

He lost his balance and fell heavily to the floor, sliding backward two meters.

Itakura easily made a layup with the help of the opponent.

Swish!

2: 0.

The whistle blows, the goal is valid.

After landing, they didn't rush back to defend.

He turned around and looked down at Miyagi, who was still sitting on the floor.

Slowly extend your thumb, and then—

Suddenly downwards.

"Inferior".

Itakura uttered a single word, not loud, but it clearly reached Miyagi's ears.

"That's the difference between Grade C and Grade A."

"Shorty, this isn't a place for you."

The floor was cold, but fire burned in Miyagi's chest.

Anger, humiliation, and resentment.

A mix of emotions made him almost grind his teeth to pieces.

"Fertile land!"

Akagi ran over, grabbed him, and patted him hard on the back.

"Don't worry about it! Stay calm! This is just the beginning!"

Miyagi took a deep breath and shook off Akagi's hand.

"I know."

He kept his head down, his bangs obscuring his eyes, and his fingernails digging deeply into his palms.

Give me the ball.

His voice was hoarse, carrying a chillingly fierce edge.

Shohoku has possession of the ball.

Miyagi received the ball at the baseline, and this time, he didn't hesitate at all.

Whoosh-!

Full speed ahead! Lightning fast!

He was like a red bullet, instantly sweeping across the halfway point.

too fast!

The camera could barely keep up with his afterimage.

"Trying to overpower me with speed?" Itakura sneered, moving sideways to block.

But this time, Miyagi didn't give him a chance for physical contact.

Stop abruptly, pull your crotch back, and bow!

Itakura's center of gravity swayed.

It's now!

The palace sped up again, passing through in one go! Clean and efficient!

"Passed!!"

Yohei Mito exclaimed in surprise from the stands.

With a wide-open view ahead, I'll drive straight for the basket!

"Don't even think about it!"

With a roar, Toyotama power forward Minori Kishimoto arrived to cover.

With his 188cm height and strong physique, he stood like a mountain in front of the basket, his long arms blocking out the sky.

"Go to hell, you dwarf!"

Faced with the blockade, Miyagi forcefully pulled in his stomach in mid-air and glanced to his left.

Akagi has already moved in position, and there's no one defending him!

"team leader!"

With a flick of the wrist, a brilliant bounce pass!

As long as Akagi receives the ball, it will be a powerful and heavy dunk!

However, just when everyone thought the ball was sure to go in, Kishimoto smiled.

The hand he was using to block the view in mid-air remained still, but his other hand, hanging by his side, suddenly lunged downwards like a venomous snake emerging from its hole!

Snapped!

The basketball was intercepted halfway!