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

The body stretches out to its fullest extent in mid-air.

It's so smooth that there's not a single bit of lag.

Arms raised high, wrists gently pressed down, fingertips flicking the basketball.

"Whoosh—!"

A parabola that is extremely high and far away, so beautiful it makes your scalp tingle.

The basketball, with its resolute determination to tear everything apart, pierced through the blinding lights.

Ichinokura Satoshi stood still, not even having time to jump.

"This is impossible..."

He could only stiffen his neck and watch helplessly as the ball flew over his head.

Domoto Goro suddenly stood up, his pupils dilating in shock.

What the hell is this distance?

Are all the guys from Shohoku monsters?

"Whoosh!"

The basketball didn't even touch the edge of the rim.

With an extremely crisp and brutal sound, it pierced straight through the snow-white net!

Hollow into the network!

Three points, valid!

Xiangbei 14:8 Mountain King.

Immediately afterwards, the Hiroshima Stadium went completely crazy.

A deafening roar erupted, capable of lifting the dome.

The Shohoku bench turned into a sea of ​​joy.

"Snapped!"

Ayako slammed the paper fan in her hand heavily onto the bench.

She jumped up without any regard for her image, her arms leaving afterimages as she swung them.

"It's in!"

In the stands, Sakuragi's army was howling and wailing at the top of their lungs.

De Nan was so excited that half of his body was hanging outside the railing, almost falling headfirst into the field.

"The other woman!!"

"He's so handsome it's unbelievable!"

Amidst this deafening noise.

Mitsui Hisashi stood firmly in place.

He was panting heavily, his chest heaving violently.

Sweat streamed down his face, splattering onto the smooth wooden floor and shattering into pieces.

He didn't look at the onlookers who were going crazy for him.

Instead, he turned his head and stared intently at the corner of the substitutes' bench.

There, Coach Anzai sat upright in a folding chair.

The reflective lenses obscured my eyes.

But his chubby right hand was clenched into a fist tightly in front of his chest.

It trembled slightly.

And beside the coach.

Lin Bei remained as carefree as ever.

He crossed his legs and leaned back in his chair, even yawning out of boredom.

He noticed Mitsui's gaze.

Lin Bei paused.

He burst out laughing and casually raised his right hand.

He gave a thumbs-up to Mitsui on the field.

Judging from their reactions.

Mitsui grinned, his laughter wild and unrestrained.

A gust of wind swept by.

Sakuragi Hanamichi was the first to rush up and slapped Mitsui hard on the back without any hesitation.

"Well done, mistress!"

"This move barely scratched the surface of what I call 'genius and handsome'!"

Ryota Miyagi strolled over with light, quick steps, raising his right hand.

"Snapped!"

The two gave each other a crisp high five.

Rukawa Kaede walked past him expressionlessly.

Not a word.

But in those narrow, fox-like eyes, the fighting spirit was practically overflowing.

Akagi strode over, his dark, muscular face beaming with excitement.

Rough, large hands ruffled Mitsui's wet hair.

"Well done!"

"Keep it up, take them down!"

On the bench.

Kiminobu Kogure stared blankly at Mitsui, who was surrounded by his teammates on the field.

A deafening roar of cheers filled my ears.

The scene before my eyes began to blur.

He pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose with trembling hands.

A single, scalding tear fell onto the back of my hand.

"Very good."

"That's really...wonderful."

My memory was suddenly pulled back to that sweltering summer two years ago.

The dilapidated stadium reeked of a strong stench of sweat.

The cicadas chirping outside the window were so loud it made me uneasy.

On the wide-open field, there are always only three people who never change.

Akagi, Mitsui, and him.

Akagi was like a tireless machine, relentlessly battling his way to the basket under the scorching heat.

Mitsui tirelessly shot from beyond the three-point line, his eyes burning brightly.

Back then, they chanted a vague and unrealistic slogan every day.

"To dominate the entire nation!"

It sounds like a joke.

Many people couldn't stand the hardship and quit, and many people cursed them behind their backs, calling them crazy.

Kogure had also had doubts late at night.

Later, Mitsui injured his knee and left in despair, becoming a swear-prone thug.

Kogure still can't forget the despair of that collapsed faith.

He thought that Shohoku's basketball dream was dead.

Until the last two years.

Lin Bei, Rukawa Kaede, Sakuragi, Miyagi...

These exceptionally gifted monsters descended upon Shohoku one after another.

Watching these troublemakers who bicker with each other every day but can tear their opponents apart once they step onto the field.

The ashes in Kogure's heart were reignited into a raging fire.

There are these monsters around.

Dominating the entire country is absolutely not a dream!

"Whoosh—"

The renewed uproar from the crowd abruptly pulled Kogure back to reality.

He blinked sharply.

The blinding spotlights overhead and the frenzied audience all around were the main attraction.

Yes!

I am now standing on the pinnacle of this national competition!

They were facing the invincible Sannoh Industrial!

Kogure suddenly stood up.

He used all his strength, cupping his hands around his mouth, veins bulging on his neck.

"Back up!"

"Don't let your guard down! Keep a close watch on them!"

On the field.

The Shohoku players quickly retreated to their half of the court like a tide.

The creaking sounds of shoes rubbing against the floor blended together.

Akagi spread his arms wide, his gruff voice booming through the restricted area.

"Get into defensive formation!"

"Keep a close eye on your own people!"

the other side.

The halfway point for Sannoh Industrial.

The rhythm disrupted by that long-range three-pointer lasted only a few seconds.

His kingly heritage is evident.

Kawada retrieved the basketball with a blank expression.

With a powerful swing of his arm, the ball was smashed towards Fukatsu Kazunari, who was there to receive it.

The two passed each other by.

Kawada tilted his head slightly, his eyes chillingly cold.

"Fukatsu."

"They're too noisy."

Fukatsu didn't even lift his eyelids.

He caught the ball steadily, still with that lifeless, vacant look in his eyes.

"Received."

The basketball made a dull thud as it hit the floor.

Fukatsu dribbles the ball forward.

The speed wasn't fast, but every step was measured as if by a ruler, leaving no flaws.

He had just reached the top of the three-point line.

Miyagi immediately lowered his center of gravity and stuck to it like a piece of chewing gum.

Sweat dripped down the tip of Miyagi's nose.

He stared intently at Fukatsu's shoulder, anticipating his breakthrough route.

But Fukatsu had no intention of making a breakthrough.

He didn't even look at the basket; he just casually scanned the entire court.

Just as Miyagi thought he was about to call for cover.

Fukatsu's wrist twitched without warning.

A brilliant, no-look pass to the ground!

The basketball transformed into a streak of orange lightning.

It penetrated the gaps in Miyagi and Rukawa's defenses with extreme cunning.

A through ball to the right!

Kawada, who was originally being held back by Akagi, managed to get out under cover.

Catch the ball steadily.

At that moment, Akagi was a beat too slow.

"Don't even think about voting!"

Akagi roared and his massive body crashed down like Mount Tai.

The long, dark arm was aimed directly at Okawada's face.

But Kawada remained completely unfazed.

The massive body leaped into the air the instant it received the ball.

His movements were so fluid that he didn't look like a heavyweight center at all.

The most terrifying thing is his wrist.

At the moment of pause at the highest point, the fingertips flicked the brush with extreme gentleness.

The basketball traced a towering arc, barely clearing Akagi's fingertips.

"Whoosh."

An extremely clean, hollow sound as the wire enters the net.

Xiangbei 14:10 Mountain King.

In the stands.

Toru Hanagata from Shoyo High School suddenly pushed up his glasses.

"Such a soft feel..."