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

Rukawa Kaede stood expressionless in front of the half-length mirror.

He casually and precisely tossed the gauze into the trash can.

His left eye slowly opened.

In the mirror, the bloody wound had miraculously scabbed over and closed up.

Although there was still some slight swelling around the eyes, it did not affect vision or eyelid movement at all.

Rukawa Kaede blinked, his vision clearing completely.

"Whoa whoa whoa!!"

A huge red head suddenly popped out from behind his shoulder.

Sakuragi Hanamichi's eyes nearly popped out of his head, and his mouth was agape enough to fit a watermelon.

"Holy crap! A medical miracle?!"

Sakuragi reached out incredulously to poke him, but Rukawa slapped his hand away in disgust.

"The ointment that treacherous bastard sent wasn't poison after all?"

"This genius thought your eyes were going to be ruined!"

Rukawa Kaede ignored the idiot's incessant chatter and gently touched the edge of the wound with his fingertip.

There was only a slight stinging sensation, which was completely negligible.

Ayako slapped the paper fan in her palm and let out a long sigh of relief.

A relaxed smile finally appeared on her beautiful face.

She looked around the changing room.

Just moments ago, Miyagi was trembling with nervousness, but now he's frantically practicing his crossover steps in front of the wall.

Although Mitsui Hisashi was still gulping down water, his hands were now as steady as a rock.

Akagi Takenori was like a volcano about to erupt, his fighting spirit impossible to suppress.

"Although I don't know exactly what happened..."

Ayako lowered her voice, her smile somewhat sly.

"But it seems like everyone suddenly got rid of that damn 'Sannoh phobia'."

"yes."

Kogure pushed up his glasses and looked at Lin Bei, who was leaning against a cabinet not far away, resting with his eyes closed, seemingly detached from the situation.

"My energy and spirit are completely different now."

"after all……"

Kogure took a deep breath, his tone resolute.

"Shohoku High School these days is not a pushover that anyone can easily bully!"

"Bang!"

Akagi slammed his fist on the metal cabinet, making a dull thud.

He turned around, his piercing gaze sweeping over everyone, his voice deep and powerful:

"Let's go! Time to go on stage!"

……

auditorium.

"Excuse me! Please move aside!"

Yohei Mito, covered in sweat, escorted Haruko to the back of the audience seats.

"What kind of international joke is this?!"

With her large pregnant belly and face flushed red, Gao Gongwang looked around in despair.

"This attendance rate is outrageous!"

They rushed into the stadium as fast as they could.

They thought they could just find a seat anywhere in the second round, but the scene before them completely stunned them.

Yohei wiped his sweat, staring in astonishment at the sea of ​​support banners in the stands below, which nearly engulfed the arena.

"This setup...is at least ten times more extravagant than the opening ceremony, isn't it?"

"That's right..."

Haruko Akagi gripped her clothes tightly with both hands, her bright eyes reflecting the lights of the venue.

She stood on tiptoe, looking at the white ocean, her voice filled with awe.

"Everyone... has come to see Sannoh Industrial."

The voice just fell.

The stadium, which had been as noisy as a market, suddenly fell into an eerie silence for a second.

Then, it was like a depth charge detonating.

"boom--!!!"

A massive sonic wave, powerful enough to rip the ceiling off, crashed down from all directions in an instant!

"Sannoh is out!!"

"Look! It's Sannoh Industrial!!"

Countless spectators suddenly stood up and waved their arms wildly.

The fanatical, almost religious shouts made the eardrums of the Sakuragi Army members ache.

The players' tunnel on the left side of the field.

Under the blinding spotlight.

A group of players with signature short haircuts and wearing pure white sportswear marched out in unison.

There were no extra movements, no waving or interaction.

Everyone had a cold expression, creating an overwhelming sense of oppression.

Kazunari Fukatsu, who was walking at the front, had no expression on his face.

Following behind him, Kawada, who was as strong as a bear, tilted his head slightly and glanced at the electronic scoreboard above.

The data from the previous game is still on it.

"104 to 49..."

"As expected of Hainan, an overwhelming victory!"

Kawada twitched the corner of his mouth.

"They are indeed troublesome, but our current target is Shohoku, hmm." Kazunari Fukatsu replied casually.

The Sakuragi Army in the stands were completely dumbfounded by the deafening cheers from the entire stadium.

"Are you... what kind of joke is this?"

Da Nan swallowed hard. "Just showing his face..."

Takamiya Nozomi wiped away cold sweat: "This display is way too extravagant!"

"This isn't a national tournament, it's practically Sannoh's private home ground!"

And in the player tunnel with the best view.

After changing their clothes, the entire Hainan team was watching the basketball court.

Kiyota Nobunaga gritted his teeth and turned to look at Maki Shinichi.

"Amu... this level of pressure is something Toyotama can't even begin to compare to."

"Can Shohoku... really win?"

Mu Shenyi crossed his arms, his mature and composed face filled with an unprecedented solemnity.

He didn't look at Sannoh, but stared intently at the empty player tunnel on the other side.

"Kiyota, never use common sense to judge Shohoku now."

Maki Shinichi's voice was deep and resolute.

"That team's rate of evolution is so fast that it completely disregards the basics."

"not to mention……"

"In their ranks, there's a monster named Lin Bei."

Mu Shen narrowed his eyes. "As long as that guy is on the field, this match... will definitely be suspenseful."

Just then.

Amidst the overwhelming cheers of "Mountain King".

From the depths of the dark player tunnel on the right, came a series of unhurried footsteps.

"Da...da...da..."

Despite the suffocating pressure of the home crowd, the footsteps seemed to resonate with everyone's heartbeats.

In the darkness, a tall and slender figure stepped into the spotlight first.

Linbei.

He was wearing a black and red number 16 jersey underneath, with a red jacket draped over his shoulders.

He had his hands in his pockets and was casually chewing gum.

Those signature dead fish eyes were half-drooping.

Facing the hostile gazes of tens of thousands of people who were treating him like an intruder, he not only remained unfazed but also gave an extremely arrogant sneer.

And behind him.

Akagi Takenori is depicted as an angry Vajra, exuding a violent aura.

Rukawa Kaede's eyes were like knives, his sharpness fully revealed.

Mitsui Hisashi wore a smug, roguish smile.

Ryota Miyagi stood with his hands in his pockets, his face full of disdain.

Sakuragi Hanamichi clenched his fists and let out a chilling laugh.

This isn't some high school basketball team coming to challenge us.

That stance, that aura, that swaggering gait.

They're practically a bunch of ultimate villains who crawled out of hell, ready to burn down the protagonist's place!

Shohoku, all villains, enter!

"Shohoku!! Go for it!!!"

In the corner, Haruko and the Sakuragi Army were screaming desperately.

But the voices of these few people didn't even make a splash in this stadium that holds tens of thousands of people.

Nobody cares about Shohoku.

All the fervor and anticipation were thrown at the other side!

"The Mountain King!! The Mountain King!! The Mountain King!!!"

A unified roar, accompanied by the thumping of inflatable sticks.

It transformed into a tangible storm, slapping hard across the faces of the Shohoku team.

It's definitely an away game!

A meat grinder that's at odds with the whole world!

Lin Bei stopped near the sideline.

I didn't see the Sannoh team lined up on the other side.

Instead, he slowly raised his head and scanned the faces around him that were distorted by fervor.

"Master..."

"These guys... are so noisy."

Sakuragi walked up to Lin Bei.

Despite his stubbornness, a bead of cold sweat still trickled down his forehead in the face of the clamor from tens of thousands of people.

Is it noisy?

Lin Bei popped the bubble gum in his mouth with a "pop".

He stretched lazily, his bones cracking.

He turned his head, looked at his teammates behind him, and a cold smile spread across his face.

"Isn't this great?"

Lin Bei's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone in Xiangbei.

"To personally smash their idol to pieces in front of tens of thousands of people..."

"What could be a more exciting villainous script than this?"

Akagi grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth; Rukawa snorted coldly; Mitsui and Miyagi exchanged a glance, their eyes simultaneously igniting with a mad flame.

"Beep—!!"

The referee's whistle pierced the noise.

Players, get ready to warm up!