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

The atmosphere at the Hainan team's entrance to the players' tunnel was even more eerie.

Kiyota Nobunaga stared intently at Sakuragi, his fingers trembling.

"Hey, feed me... What kind of international joke is this?"

"Has this red-haired monkey gone mad?!"

"Stealing the spotlight in this kind of situation?!"

Mu Shenyi frowned, his eyes sharp.

He ignored Kiyota's shouts and kept his eyes fixed on Sakuragi's steps.

step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

Sakuragi Hanamichi sped off like a burning red meteorite, creating a gust of wind that swept through the center circle.

The whispers in the stands all disappeared.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Everyone held their breath, eager to see what astonishing skill this kid was hiding!

Lin Bei stood there with his hands in his pockets, and burst out laughing.

"Whoa—"

Lin Bei squinted as he watched Sakuragi approach the free-throw line and blew a rude whistle.

"A dunk from the free-throw line?"

Followed by.

Sakuragi Hanamichi slammed his forefoot heavily onto the inside of the free-throw line, just halfway down the field!

"Bang--!!!"

A dull, loud bang exploded from beneath our feet!

Using the terrifying recoil force, Sakuragi's thigh muscles tensed to the extreme.

He shot up from the ground like an arrow released from a bow!

Gravity seemed to fail on the spot.

"Flying...it really flew?!" Kiyota Nobunaga's jaw almost dropped to the ground.

The uncle in the front row, who had been boasting about Sannoh for thirty years, suddenly dropped his cheering stick with a "thud".

"He actually?!"

"Jumping from the free-throw line?!"

An incredible gasp erupted from the Hiroshima Stadium.

Time seemed to have been slowed down.

Sakuragi Hanamichi is suspended in mid-air, holding a basketball high in one hand, his body fully extended in the air.

The red jerseys fluttered in the air.

This ability to stay airborne is simply outrageous!

That jumping height is simply incredible!

In the Sannoh team.

Masashi Okawata suddenly tightened his arms:

"This kid's jumping ability... did he grow up eating springs?!"

Sawakita Eiji gasped, his nonchalant attitude vanishing completely, replaced by shock.

"How could someone glide this far from where they jumped?"

"Does he have a propulsion device in his knee?"

At this moment, even the high and mighty King of the Mountain was greatly shocked by the physical talent of this red-haired newcomer.

"It can be done!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi stared wide-eyed in mid-air, the wind whistling past his ears.

In his simple brain, he had already imagined a perfect ending: the basketball hoop shattering, the whole arena cheering, and Haruko moved to tears!

"Watch closely! This genius's ultimate killing blow!"

"Let me show you what a true supernova is!"

Sakuragi stretched his arm back as far as he could, aiming at the basket that was right in front of him.

He smashed the ball down without holding back!

"Smash it!!!"

Sakuragi roared wildly in his heart.

however--

Just a second before it was about to hit the basket.

A feeling of unease, like an electric current, coursed through my body.

"Why?"

"The altitude... seems to be..."

Sakuragi's eyes widened suddenly.

"It seems... a tiny bit off?!"

The gliding distance was far enough to truly amaze everyone.

But that's the free throw line!

For a novice who has only been playing basketball for a few months, the explosive power at the end of the shot is simply not enough!

As you glide to the end, your body will inevitably begin to fall.

"No--!"

Sakuragi let out a bloodcurdling scream in his mind.

Followed by.

"Clang—!!!"

A dull, metallic thud that echoed throughout the Hiroshima Stadium shattered everyone's illusions.

There were no earth-shattering dunks.

There was no shock that tore through the defenses.

That basketball possessed terrifying power.

It hit the very front of the rim with extreme precision and force!

The enormous reaction force was like a truck traveling at full speed crashing into a titanium alloy wall.

"Whoa—!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi let out a strange cry and lost his balance in mid-air.

Excessive force caused the body to lean back uncontrollably, and the hands to wave wildly like a windmill.

Trying to grasp something, but only grasping at thin air.

"Bang!"

Another muffled sound.

This time, however, instead of jumping, Sakuragi landed on his back, extremely embarrassed, on the floor.

The basketball bounced high into the air and slowly rolled to the sidelines.

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

The almost boiling air inside the Hiroshima Stadium was completely sucked out.

More than 20,000 spectators remained with their mouths agape, their eyes glazed over.

They all stared at the conspicuous red bag lying on its back on the ground like a turtle flipped over.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

"puff--"

Someone couldn't hold back any longer and burst out laughing.

Immediately afterwards, laughter spread like wildfire, igniting the entire venue!

"Hahahaha!!!"

Kiyota Nobunaga of the Hainan team was the first to break through the defense.

He squatted on the ground, clutching his stomach, laughing uncontrollably and slapping the floor repeatedly, tears streaming down his face.

"Oh my god, I can't take it anymore! This is hilarious!"

"Hahaha!!"

Kiyota's maniacal laughter was particularly jarring on the court.

The audience in the stands also realized what was happening, and bursts of laughter and boos swept in like a tsunami.

"What the hell?! You scared the hell out of me!"

"I thought he was a pro, but he's just a stubborn bronze player!"

"Jumping from the free-throw line and slamming into the rim?"

"Was this guy a reinforcement the monkey sent? Hahaha!"

At this moment, the Shohoku bench was completely petrified.

Ayako covered her face in pain, her shoulders trembling.

"So embarrassing...so incredibly embarrassing..."

Coach Anzai pushed up his glasses, chuckled twice, and looked utterly helpless.

on the field.

Takenori Akagi felt like he was about to explode on the spot.

If there were a crack in the ground, he would absolutely not hesitate to stuff Sakuragi into it and bury himself in it as well.

His face turned red to the roots of his neck, and his fists were clenched tightly.

"Kokure! Yasuda!"

Akagi let out a howl like a trapped beast, his eyes almost spitting fire.

"exist!"

Kogure and Yasuda, standing on the sidelines, jumped in surprise and rushed over as if by reflex.

"Quickly! Get that shameful idiot down here!"

"Immediately! Right now!" Akagi roared through gritted teeth, enunciating each word clearly.

"Yes, Captain!"

Kogure ran over, covered in sweat.

Looking at Sakuragi lying on the floor pretending to be dead, he swallowed awkwardly.

At this moment, Sakuragi closed his eyes tightly and covered his face with his hands.

That face, usually as thick as a city wall, was now as red as a ripe tomato, practically steaming with heat.

"I'm too ashamed to show my face..."

"Just destroy it..."

Sakuragi screamed inwardly.

Haruko must have seen... the glorious image of this genius...

Kogure sighed, and without caring whether Sakuragi was faking death or not, he and Yasuda each grabbed one of Sakuragi's legs.

"One, two, three! Pull!"

The two of them pulled hard, dragging Sakuragi across the floor like he was being pulled by a giant rag mop.

"Sizzle—sizzle—"

Sakuragi's back rubbed against the floor, making a comical sound.

He continued to cover his face tightly, letting the two men drag him toward the bench.

"This conspicuous bag is well-deserved..."

Lin Bei stood aside, watching Sakuragi being dragged away, and shook his head with a tsk-tsk while stroking his chin.

He then picked up a basketball from the sidelines and stepped onto the court.

His lips curled into a smirk, and a streak of purple lightning flashed across the corner of his eye.

"Sakuragi, watch carefully and learn from him."

"That's how you dunk."