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

Nan Lie was carried off the field with his head covered in blood, but the match was not paused.

The referee's sharp whistle pierced the Hiroshima Arena, and the game continued.

On the court, Shohoku's offense continued.

Beyond the three-point line, Ryota Miyagi lowered his center of gravity and made a change of direction with a flick of his ankle.

Fengyu's defenses had long been breached and riddled with holes.

He keenly spotted the opening in the corner, flicked his wrist, and the basketball transformed into an orange lightning bolt, passing straight to Mitsui Hisashi.

"The mistress! Vote for him!" Miyagi roared.

When Mitsui Hisashi received the ball, his legs felt as heavy as lead, and he was already sweating profusely with bloodshot eyes.

But he didn't hesitate for even half a second, relying entirely on muscle memory to pull up and shoot.

The basketball traced an extremely high arc, drawing the attention of thousands of people in the arena.

"Bang!"

The crisp sound of metal hitting the rim sent the basketball bouncing high into the air.

"rebound!"

Akagi Takenori roared like a beast inside, his massive body firmly holding his position.

On the other side, two figures were already locked in a fierce battle.

Kishimoto Minori gritted her teeth, her cheek muscles bulging high.

He leaned all his weight on the red-haired man behind him, his thigh muscles twitching wildly from extreme fatigue.

Sweat streamed down his face and splattered onto the floor.

"Get out of my way! You amateur monkey!"

Kishimoto roared inwardly, desperately pushing his arms backward, trying to force Sakuragi Hanamichi out of the best position.

But the next second, he felt not retreat, but an unstoppable and terrifying force.

"Get out of here—!"

"That rebound belongs to this genius!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi's eyes turned red, and a deafening roar erupted from his throat.

The calf muscles tensed suddenly, and the huge reaction force made the wooden floor slam with a dull thud.

Kishimoto's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

Sakuragi Hanamichi's tall stature completely ignored his melee blocking.

Like a scallion sprouting from dry land, it soars into the sky in a single flight!

That's too high!

Kishimoto looked up, his vision now focused solely on Sakuragi's knees.

This guy completely ignores gravity.

With a sudden, powerful reach, he snatched the ball from Toyotama's center Iwata's fingertips with one hand!

"boom!"

Sakuragi landed heavily on his feet, the huge impact causing the Toyotama team members around him to instinctively take a half step back.

The audience erupted in uproar.

"Holy crap! I got one again!"

"How many offensive rebounds did that red-haired monster grab in the second half? He's gone berserk!"

"Doesn't he need to rest? Even the strongest knees would give way by now!"

The Shohoku bench erupted in cheers.

"Well done, Sakuragi!" Kogure excitedly waved the towel wildly.

"You're amazing! You're the undisputed rebounding champion!" Ayako excitedly slapped the tactical board.

Lin Bei slumped back in his chair, chewing on a mint, and laughed as he watched Sakuragi's red silhouette.

"This toilet defense technique has paid off; his lower body is incredibly stable."

"Fengyu and his group are already exhausted, how are they supposed to compete with him?"

Kishimoto Minori was panting heavily, her lungs gurgling like a bellows.

He stared intently at Sakuragi Hanamichi in front of him, his pupils trembling violently.

"What exactly is the structure of this thing?"

Kishimoto felt a surge of powerlessness.

"He ran back and forth with our run-and-gun rhythm for almost forty minutes, why was he still able to jump?"

"And... he can jump that high?!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi, having secured the rebound, didn't pause for a moment.

He held the ball tightly with both hands, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Kishimoto pouncing on him like a hungry tiger, trying to steal it back on the spot.

Sakuragi suddenly straightened up, his eyes flashing towards Mitsui Hisashi outside the three-point line.

He raises the ball with both hands, as if preparing to make a powerful long pass.

"Catch! You little rascal!" Sakuragi yelled at the top of his lungs.

Kishimoto's heart skipped a beat.

If that ball gets passed out, the score will widen again!

"Don't even think about it!"

Kishimoto roared and leaped up with all his might, raising his long arms to try and intercept.

Just as Kishimoto's feet left the ground...

A wicked, arrogant smile appeared on Sakuragi Hanamichi's wild face.

The hands that were about to throw the ball stopped abruptly in mid-air, and the ball was quickly brought back to the front of the chest.

"It was a feint?!"

"Such an ugly feint?"

Kishimoto stared wide-eyed in despair in mid-air, his body helplessly plummeting downwards.

"Hehe, you got fooled, didn't you? Osaka's ponytail!"

Sakuragi grinned mockingly.

Then, with his knees slightly bent, he performed a perfect pull-up in place.

With a gentle flick of the wrist, the basketball spins beautifully against the fingertips.

Twenty thousand tedious shooting drills transformed into the sharpest weapon at this moment.

"Whoosh!"

The hollow part enters the net, creating a swirling white net.

104:74! The score difference has widened to a full thirty points!

We've won so much!

"Beep—!"

A piercing buzzer sounded from the direction of the technical desk.

The referee raised his right hand: "Toyotama High School, requesting a substitution!"

All eyes immediately shifted from Sakuragi to the sidelines.

A thin figure stood quietly in front of the technical table.

His head was wrapped in thick white bandages, his face was pale, but his back was ramrod straight.

Nan Lie, captain of Fengyu High School, the once feared "ace killer," returns to the field.

Kishimoto looked at that familiar figure, his eyes suddenly welled up with tears, and his voice trembled:

"South!"

Rukawa Kaede stood not far away, wiping the sweat from his chin with one hand.

His right eye, with a cold scrutiny, was fixed on Nan Lie as he stepped onto the stage.

Rukawa Kaede frowned slightly.

The previous venomous, chilling aura, and the murderous intent that would stop at nothing to win, were completely gone.

Nan Lie's eyes now have an unbelievably clear look.

"Has this guy been possessed?"

Rukawa Kaede muttered to himself, but his defensive movements didn't loosen at all.

Sakuragi Hanamichi doesn't care about any changes in aura.

He put his hands on his hips, looked up at the sky, and laughed loudly.

Pointing at Nan Lie, she launched into a taunting tirade without holding back:

"Hahaha! Too late, too late!"

"You're just a fake ace who only knows how to use underhanded tricks; you'll only be feeding kills when you come back!"

"This genius is the true god who controls the whole thing! You guys better buy your tickets and head back to Osaka!"

"Bang!"

Akagi delivered a precise punch to the back of Sakuragi's head, silencing his maniacal laughter.

"Idiot! Don't open half the champagne!"

Akagi turned around and stood in the center of the court like an iron tower.

His face was cold and stern, his eyes wide open, as he roared like thunder at the entire Shohoku team:

"Two minutes left in the game! Don't look at the scoreboard!"

"Even with a 30-point lead, we cannot afford to relax for even a second!"

"Drain all your energy on the court!"

"oh--!!!"

The players of Shohoku roared in unison, their momentum unstoppable.

Like a pack of hungry wolves that have caught the scent of blood, preparing for their final hunt.

Fengyu's halfway point.

Kishimoto rushed to Nan Lie's side, looking at the bandage on his head, his tone anxious:

"Nan, your head... are you really okay? There's no need to push yourself, the match is already over..."

"Kishimoto."

Nan Lie suddenly spoke, his voice not loud, but unusually calm.

It was so calm that Kishimoto felt like a stranger.

He turned his head, looked at Kishimoto's tired face, and suddenly smiled.

"Coach Kitano, he's here."