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

Domoto Goro's fingers tapped heavily on the data in the report.

"Judging from the video, every time Lin Bei unleashed his power, he displayed a competitive state far beyond that of ordinary people, which could even be described as pushing himself to the limit."

"But it's clear that the human body has its limits!"

"In other words..."

Domoto Goro's voice suddenly rose in pitch.

"Lin Bei has extremely serious physical problems!"

"That's the real reason Anzai didn't start him!"

"That's the real reason he's often resting on the sidelines!"

"His body simply couldn't withstand him maintaining that inhuman state for long!"

"That's why they let that guy named Sakuragi replace him in the starting lineup, to waste game time, and to do the dirty work."

"And Lin Bei is a scalpel."

"They're only brought out when the team is in dire straits or needs to close out the game!"

A word to wake up the dreamer!

Sawakita Eiji suddenly stood up, all the apprehension in his eyes vanishing.

A fanatical bloodlust overflowed from his eyes.

"So it turns out it's just a monster that could run out of power at any moment!"

Kazunari Fukatsu's lips curled into a cold smile: "I see."

"The way to deal with him is also very simple."

Domoto Goro turned around and put his hands behind his back.

The terrifying pressure emanating from the coach of a champion was completely unleashed.

He stared intently at each of Sannoh's players and issued the final kill order.

"Tomorrow, kick off the game at full intensity from the very start!"

"I want you to use full-court press, to crush that Sakuragi guy with absolute strength, and to utterly destroy Shohoku's starting lineup!"

"Push Shohoku to the brink of defeat!"

"This forced Coach Anzai to reveal Lin Bei's trump card just five minutes into the game!"

Domoto Goro clenched his fist tightly, his knuckles cracking, and spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Force him to play!"

"Then--"

"Use Sannoh's strategy of constant attrition, relentless confrontation, and high-pressure defense."

"Drain his energy completely!"

……

midnight.

The corridor of the Xiangbei Hotel.

Sakuragi Hanamichi was shirtless, with a soaking wet white towel draped around his neck, and a basketball in his hand.

The dark blue vest was soaked through with sweat, clinging tightly to his muscular physique.

His deep red buzz cut was still dripping with water, and his broad chest rose and fell with his heavy breathing.

nervous?

excited?

Or is it simply a case of excess energy?

He himself couldn't explain it.

Anyway, when I close my eyes, all I see are the faces of Eiji Sawakita and Masashi Kawata.

So I went to a nearby open-air basketball court and threw five hundred balls.

"Click".

Sakuragi pushed open the slightly ajar door.

Instead of the room being plunged into darkness, a cold, eerie blue light greeted them.

The TV was on, but the screen was full of static and made a faint hissing sound.

"Dad?"

Sakuragi slowed his pace.

Coach Anzai lay on the sofa fully clothed, his glasses slipping down to the tip of his nose, his chest rising and falling evenly with soft snoring.

The coffee table was a complete disaster.

Crumpled pieces of paper were scattered all over the floor.

The tactical board was covered with red and black lines.

The arrows were intricate and intertwined, almost covering the entire half of the field.

The "White-Haired Buddha," who usually holds his teacup with unwavering composure, barely slept tonight.

Sakuragi looked down at the tactical board that was covered in scribbles, his usually lively eyes unusually calm.

He knew what his father was drawing.

How to break through Sannoh's full-court press? How to stop that monster named Zebei?

The Mountain King is studying them, and the old man is also looking for a way to break the deadlock.

Suddenly, Coach Anzai's lips moved.

"We will win..."

The faintest whisper in his sleep sounded remarkably clear in the quiet room.

Sakuragi paused for a moment, then grinned widely.

"What's with all this research? You're even keeping the TV on."

He casually picked up the remote and turned off the annoying static screen.

Then he pulled a thin blanket from the bed, tiptoed over, and clumsily covered Coach Anzai's broad body with it.

After doing all this, Sakuragi squatted down and stared at Coach Anzai's gray hair for a few seconds.

"Don't worry, Dad."

The boy's voice was low, but it carried a resolute and ruthless tone.

"This genius promises you, we're guaranteed to win."

……

Day 2 of the IH National Tournament.

The sun in Hiroshima was so scorching it seemed to melt the asphalt.

After the first day of elimination and reshuffling.

Today, the true seeded teams will finally show their fangs on every field.

10:00 AM.

The stands were roaring with excitement, and the heat almost blew the roof off. Hainan University Affiliated High School was playing against Ma Gongxi.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The suffocating thud of the ball hitting the floor.

Maki Shinichi, like a heavy bulldozer, brutally tore through the double-team of two defenders from Mamiya.

His muscles bulged, and sweat flew down his cold, hard jawline.

The players from the Magong West desperately rushed to cover.

too naive.

Maki Shinichi twisted his body forcefully in mid-air, and his right hand, which was originally raised high in preparation for a slam dunk, was suddenly flung back.

A sham transfer of the true teachings!

The basketball seemed to have eyes, flying precisely to the bottom corner.

Jin Soichiro had been standing there for two seconds.

Jump, flick your wrist, and tap the basketball with your fingertips.

The movements were as fluid as a precisely programmed machine.

"Whoosh—"

With a crisp sound, the white netting flew high into the air.

A deafening roar of cheers erupted from the stands!

"The fifth one!"

"Jin Soichiro's fifth three-pointer of the game!" The commentator's voice was practically hoarse from shouting.

In the press box, Aida Yayoi was quickly jotting down data.

She looked up at the scoreboard.

48: 20.

Before the first half was even over, Hainan already had a lead of 28 points.

"This is a complete one-sided massacre..." The assistant swallowed hard.

"It seems that Hainan is definitely safe today."

Aida Yayoi closed her notebook, her gaze sweeping across the field to the row of figures in the players' waiting area.

The entire Shohoku team stood there.

The time for their do-or-die match against Sannoh Industrial is drawing ever closer.

At this moment, the situation on the field suddenly changed.

The point guard at the Magong West was desperate and tried to send a long pass across the halfway line to find his own striker.

"Whoosh—"

A dark purple figure shot out from the side like a cheetah, intercepting the ball in mid-air with a single hand!

"Hahaha! That's a great message!"

"Thank you for the meal!"

Kiyota Nobunaga's arrogant laughter echoed throughout the stadium.

He stomped his feet hard, his sneakers screeching across the floor.

He transformed into a bolt of lightning, charging straight into the undefended half of the court.

One step inside the free-throw line, jump!

Kiyota, who is only 178 cm tall, stretches his body exaggeratedly in the air.

He swung the ball high with his right hand, like a battle axe cleaving towards the basket.

"boom!"

A powerful one-handed dunk!

The basket rack shook violently, and the entire audience was completely ignited by this visually stunning play.

Kiyota hung on the basketball hoop, deliberately raising his chin towards the highest point of the stands, his face full of provocation.

He knew where Xiangbei was.

However, the people of Shohoku were eerily quiet.