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

Goro Domoto looked directly at Yayoi Aida.

Each word was spoken slowly and deliberately, with a firm and resounding tone.

"Therefore, we will never underestimate them."

Even in the dust, a spark can be hidden; in the ordinary, a legend can be born. We must extinguish that spark completely!

"When a lion hunts a rabbit, it uses its full strength."

"Even if there is only a one percent chance of being overturned, I, Goro Domoto, will use two hundred percent of my strength to completely eliminate even the slightest bit of that unexpected event."

"Even if we're facing a weak team tomorrow."

"Sannoh Industrial will never face any competitor with arrogance."

Aida Yayoi stood in the center of the basketball court.

A gust of night wind blew in from the ventilation vent, and she shivered violently.

It was only then that she realized her back was soaked in cold sweat.

too frightening.

This team, possessing the strongest strength and highest tactical skills in the country, still maintains such a humble and cautious hunter's mentality.

They have not a single flaw that anyone could exploit.

Aida Yayoi slowly turned her head and looked towards the distant Kanagawa region.

Under the glaring lights, her inner monologue echoed silently in the empty stadium.

"Sanno Industrial, the highest and most precipitous peak in Japan, is ready to be hunted at any time in its most perfect form."

"Akagi, Rukawa, Sakuragi..."

"And then there's that unfathomable Lin Bei."

"Shohoku..."

"Faced with this flawless, perfect statue, faced with this doomed battle to the death..."

"Are you really ready?"

……

The night in Hiroshima is deep, and neon lights shimmer on the surface of the Nagare River.

In the dimly lit room, the air felt heavy and icy.

Anzai Mitsuyoshi sat on the edge of the bed, the blue light from the television screen shining on his reflective glasses, obscuring his perpetually squinting eyes.

He was holding a piece of paper in his hand, the "Sannoh Industrial" roster.

Kazunari Fukatsu, Masashi Kawata, Eiji Sawakita...

These names are like a game-changer in high school basketball, like several mountains pressing down on the newly formed Shohoku team.

"What a perfect lineup..." Coach Anzai's voice was hoarse.

The screen was playing a recording of Sannoh's match against Hainan last year.

Flawless tactical coordination, airtight defense.

And that boy named Eiji Sawakita's dominance on the court was so overwhelming that even a former national team player like him found it difficult to handle.

An iron will, maxed-out skills, and the mindset of an absolute king.

This isn't a basketball team; it's a heartless, crushing machine.

Coach Anzai tapped his fingers heavily on his knee.

Suddenly, the knocking stopped.

Behind the glasses, those usually gentle eyes suddenly opened wide.

That face, which usually resembled Colonel Sanders's kind face, now revealed the fierceness and ruthlessness of his "White-Haired Ghost" days.

"It's impossible to be flawless."

"Any eighteen-year-old kid is bound to be impulsive, make mistakes, and be... afraid."

Coach Anzai slammed the match schedule on the table, his eyes fixed on the screen.

In competitive sports, there are no guaranteed wins!

……

Meanwhile, in the conference room of the luxury hotel, the air conditioning was turned up to the maximum, but it couldn't suppress the restless hormones raging in the room.

Sannoh's head coach, Goro Domoto, stood with his hands behind his back in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the night view of Hiroshima.

In competitive sports, there are no guaranteed wins!

Domoto turned around, looking at Aida Yayoi, his tone calm yet exuding absolute confidence.

"I use this phrase to remind your seniors every year, and this year is no exception."

Yayoi Aida couldn't help but chime in: "It seems the players this year are of very high quality."

"They are the best, so they should understand what I meant."

Domoto Goro smiled, with the composure of a max-level expert looking down on a newbie village.

"Fakatsu's brain, Kawata's body, and Sawakita's talent—they are the strongest ultimate form in Sannoh's history."

"Because it is the strongest, even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit."

"Even if the opposing team is an unknown team, I absolutely will not allow them to lose!"

……

In the suite of the Sannoh team members.

The atmosphere wasn't as tense as outsiders expected; instead, it exuded a relaxed feeling unique to champions.

Several burly men, each over 1.9 meters tall, sat on the tatami mats.

On the screen was a recording of Shohoku's game against Ryonan.

The image freezes on a black tower wearing a number 4 jersey.

He faced Uozumi's defense head-on and forced a dunk.

"Oh my god..."

The substitute guard in charge of intelligence looked at the data sheet in his hand, his voice cracking:

"This guy..."

"Standing at 197cm and weighing 93kg, that physique would be a human bulldozer in the high school world!"

He swallowed hard and continued reading:

"From the qualifiers to the game against Toyotama, he averaged 25.3 points, 12.3 rebounds, and 4 blocks per game..."

The room fell silent instantly.

Power forward Masahiro Nobe furrowed his thick, dark eyebrows:

"That's outrageous."

"These stats for a hexagonal warrior should have been famous long ago, how come I've never even heard of them before?"

"It's like it popped out of a crack in a rock."

Kawada Masashi sat cross-legged in the middle, holding a cushion in his arms.

His rugged face was etched with seriousness as he stared intently at the screen.

"Kawada."

Ye Bian was a little worried.

"This guy seems to have no weaknesses, and his strength is off the charts."

"Have you noticed any weaknesses in him?"

weakness?

Kawada fell silent.

"As for weaknesses..."

Kawada squinted, trying to extract some details from those brutal scenes.

Just then, a smug voice rang out.

"Case solved! I found it!"

Everyone turned their heads in unison.

Suddenly, Sawakita Eiji, who had been lying on the bed with his legs crossed, sprang up with a somersault.

This "Number One High School Student in Japan" was beaming with excitement, like a cat that had caught a mouse by the tail.

"Sawakita, what did you figure out?" Kawata raised an eyebrow.

Zebei ran barefoot to the TV and tapped Akagi's face on the screen with his fingers.

"Let's look at the offense first!"

Zebei had an expression that said, "I've seen through everything."

"He's definitely a monster under the basket, but think about it carefully."

He pointed to several offensive rounds.

"His playing style is too monotonous!"

"He's just a reckless brute who only knows how to charge forward. No matter how he tries to break through, the final blow always comes in the penalty area!"

Zebei turned around, put his hands on his hips, and looked smug:

"If they just stop Shohoku from feeding him the ball inside, or simply push him out of the paint, wouldn't that guy be crippled on the spot?"

Kawada stroked his chin and nodded in agreement: "That makes sense."

"He clearly relies more on the inside game under high-intensity competition, which shows that he lacks confidence in his long-range shooting."

That makes perfect sense!

Zebei snapped his fingers.

"To put it bluntly, he has no range!"

Nobe's tightly furrowed brows instantly relaxed:

"Got it!"

"If we weld the door shut and prevent him from entering the interior, his threat will be reduced by half."