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

Miyagi ignored him.

His eyes sharpened, and he suddenly exerted force with his feet.

Breakout from the left!

It was incredibly fast, like a bolt of lightning!

Itakura was pushed back half a body length.

"Passed!"

Miyagi was overjoyed and was about to drive into the paint.

A dark figure suddenly appeared from the side.

Toyotama No. 8, Iwata Miaki.

This seemingly honest and kind-hearted big guy is actually extremely ruthless.

He wasn't going for the ball at all, he was going for the person!

Bang!

Iwata's body slammed into Miyagi like a moving wall, his knee subtly striking Miyagi's thigh muscle.

"Hmm!"

Miyagi groaned as excruciating pain instantly spread throughout his body, and half of his leg went numb.

He lost his balance and the basketball slipped from his grasp.

"nice shot!"

Iwata yelled and picked up the ball from the floor, looking completely innocent.

The referee did not blow the whistle.

This level of confrontation is implicitly considered "tough defense".

"Quick attack!!"

With a flick of his long arm, Iwata sent the basketball flying back to the frontcourt.

It's Itakura again.

It's that same frustrating fast-paced attack again.

Two against one in the frontcourt.

Mitsui Hisashi desperately returned to defense.

But with Itakura and Kishimoto's skillful teamwork, it seemed so powerless, like a clown being played.

Pass the ball, pass it back, pass it again.

Finally, Toyotama's shooting guard, Teruhiro Yano, easily scored with a layup.

6: 0.

Within the first two minutes, Shohoku failed to score a single point.

"Oh no, oh no, oh no!"

On the bench, Kiminobu Kogure jumped up from his chair in a panic, his glasses almost sliding down to the tip of his nose.

He clutched his head, his face deathly pale.

"Less than two minutes into the game, 6-0!"

"The rhythm has been completely disrupted!"

"This is bad! If this continues, we'll be completely overwhelmed!"

Coach Anzai remained seated as steady as a mountain, but the tea in his cup rippled slightly.

"This style of play..."

Ayako bit her lip, her hand gripping the paper fan so tightly it made a cracking sound.

"That's outrageous!"

"Specifically seeking physical contact and exploiting the boundaries of the rules to manipulate mentality—this isn't basketball!"

"Everyone's true potential from the training camp wasn't realized!"

On the field.

Miyagi got up from the floor and rubbed his thigh hard.

It hurts terribly, it hurts like hell.

But the fire in his eyes burned even brighter.

"asshole……"

He gritted his teeth and stared intently at the Toyotama players who were high-fiving and celebrating.

"Don't be so arrogant."

However, Toyotama's momentum had fully materialized.

That bloodthirsty excitement permeated the faces of every Toyotama player; they were like sharks that had smelled blood.

Kishimoto Minori ran back to the frontcourt and suddenly stopped as she passed Sakuragi.

He spread his arms and shouted at Itakura, who had the ball, his voice so loud that the whole stadium could hear it:

"Itakura! Here!"

"Pass me the ball!"

Kishimoto pointed at Sakuragi in front of him, his eyes filled with utter contempt, as if he were pointing at thin air.

"That number 10 is no match for me!"

"He's a complete novice!"

It was practically a direct assault.

Sakuragi Hanamichi's eyebrows instantly stood up, and the "well" shaped mark on his forehead throbbed wildly.

"What did you say?!"

Sakuragi laughed in anger, his teeth grinding together.

"You ponytail bastard...do you want to die?!"

Kishimoto sneered, completely ignoring Sakuragi's impotent rage.

He positioned himself and reached out for the ball.

Itakura understood perfectly and delivered a high lob.

Kishimoto receives the ball and goes for a back-to-the-basket one-on-one.

"Come on, redhead! Let me see what you've got!"

Kishimoto leaned back forcefully.

Bang!

Muscle collision.

Sakuragi remained completely still, like an iron tower, without even swaying.

"Um?"

Kishimoto's expression changed slightly.

Can't push it up?

Is this guy's lower body welded to the ground?

Since we can't push it up, then...

Kishimoto suddenly turned around, as if he was about to shoot.

Sakuragi reacted extremely quickly; his beast-like instincts made him jump and block the shot instantly.

"Prepare to die!!"

That terrifying jumping force was like a rocket taking off, and a huge shadow instantly enveloped Kishimoto, blotting out the sky.

"idiot."

Kishimoto's lips curled into a mocking smile.

He caught the ball in mid-air; he didn't actually shoot.

Feint.

Upon landing, he subtly flicked his wrist.

Instant transfer!

The basketball slipped under Sakuragi's armpit and flew straight to the corner.

There stood a man who hadn't said much, like a ghost.

Captain Fengyu, Nanlie.

Rukawa Kaede's defensive intervention was a beat too slow.

Nan Lie receives the ball.

No adjustments were made.

There was no bending of the knees to gather strength.

The moment you catch the ball, your body is already in the air.

The attack point is extremely low, and the speed of the attack is as fast as drawing a sword, leaving no time to even blink.

"What?!"

Mitsui's pupils suddenly contracted as he was preparing to reinforce the defense.

too fast!

This shooting form...

They didn't give the defenders any time to react at all!

The basketball traced a straight arc in the air.

It didn't even have much rotation, like a precise bullet.

In the stands, the Hainan University affiliated area.

Jin Soichiro's eyes widened suddenly.

"So fast!"

As Kanagawa's sharpshooter, Ajin is extremely sensitive to shooting speed.

"That speed of attack..."

"He can shoot even with the slightest opening... Is this the top scorer in Osaka?"

Swish!

The crisp sound of the net being swished was like a death knell, striking hard into the hearts of everyone in Shohoku.

Three-pointer goes in.

9: 0.

The numbers on the scoreboard jumped, bright red, glaring, and suffocating.

"Hooohoo!!!"

"Nan Lie! Nan Lie! Nan Lie!"

"Toyotama! Invincible!"

The audience went completely crazy.

The enormous sound waves, like a tsunami, crashed against the court wave after wave, as if trying to shatter Shohoku's lone boat.

Three minutes into the game.

9:0.

Shohoku was stunned.

The stadium was deathly silent, save for the unrestrained laughter of the Toyotama players.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong?"

Kishimoto spread his hands, looking at Sakuragi and Akagi with an exaggerated, smug expression.

"Is that all?"

"A C-level team should have the awareness of a C-level team."

He pointed to the scoreboard, laughing wildly like a smug little man:

"See? This is reality."

"This is the level of the national tournament."

"Hurry up and pack your things, get ready to go home and cry to your mom!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi stood under the basket, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

He kept his head down, the shadows obscuring his eyes.

My body was trembling slightly.

It's not fear.

It's anger.

Extreme anger, like a volcano about to erupt.

"asshole……"

Sakuragi forced out two words through gritted teeth, the words tinged with blood.

"Unforgivable..."

The opening yielded no results.

This is not just a crushing defeat in terms of scores, but a humiliating and cruel torture of dignity.

The pace at Toyotama High School is so fast it's like it's on double speed, and the hands and feet are so dirty it's like they're fighting in underground boxing matches.

On the field, Sakuragi Hanamichi was so angry that his muscles were tense, like a fully drawn bow.

A burning, stinging pain came from my ribs.

Just now, that bastard Kishimoto with the ponytail, while defending, used physical contact to give him a hard elbow.

What's most infuriating is that flippant, mocking remark: "Useless."

"asshole……"

Sakuragi's teeth were clenched so tightly they were grinding together, his eyes were bloodshot, and his body suddenly leaned forward.

It looked like he was about to rush up and give that ponytail a "headbutt execution".

"Sakuragi!"

A lazy yet incredibly powerful shout.

They forcefully restrained the rampaging Sakuragi.