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

The other end of the stadium.

Ryota Miyagi stood at the top of the arc.

He dribbled the ball slowly while frantically scanning the entire court with his peripheral vision.

Sweat dripped from my forehead, stinging my eyes.

Coach Anzai's gentle yet undeniable words echoed repeatedly in my mind.

"The key to the opening strategy lies with Mitsui."

But now.

Miyagi looked at Mitsui, who had been completely annihilated by Ichinokura Satoshi.

The entire route is dead!

Even if the ball is forcibly passed to him, Mitsui has no space to shoot.

This path is blocked.

Fukatsu Kazunari lowered his center of gravity and spread his arms wide, like an impenetrable iron net, tightly covering Miyagi's front.

Those lifeless, expressionless eyes seemed to be mocking me: Everything about you is within my calculations.

There's no other way but to change tactics on the spot!

Miyagi's gaze swept rapidly across every corner inside the three-point line.

Inside, Takenori Akagi and Kawada were engaged in a Spartan-style physical battle.

The dull thud of muscles colliding was enough to send chills down one's spine.

Akagi simply couldn't find a position to receive the ball.

Left wing.

Just as Rukawa Kaede was about to make a reverse run and cut off, Sawakita Eiji blocked his path with a slide step.

Sawakita's defense was equally impenetrable, leaving Rukawa no opening whatsoever.

Everyone was being watched closely.

What kind of hellish cage defense is this?!

"Back up!"

"Don't give them any chance to breathe!"

On the bench of Sannoh, a group of substitute players with buzz cuts were making a lot of noise.

The deafening roars, combined with the suffocating defensive pressure on the court, were enough to rub one's sanity to the ground.

Miyagi glanced at the Sannoh bench, his breathing becoming increasingly heavy.

The pressure they exerted made it difficult for people to even breathe.

In this situation, if the point guard backs down first, the team's mentality will absolutely collapse instantly.

We have no choice but to fight it out!

The moment this thought flashed through Miyagi's mind.

His dribbling rhythm paused by an extremely slight moment.

A moment of stunned silence.

For an ordinary player, this is not considered a flaw at all.

But standing in front of him was Kazunari Fukatsu, the nation's top point guard.

The seasoned Fukatsu instantly spotted this flaw.

Those dead fish eyes suddenly contracted, and his right arm shot out wildly like a venomous snake flicking its tongue!

He aimed straight for the basketball in Miyagi's hands!

It moved so fast that it left only a blur.

"Oops!"

On the Shohoku bench, Ayako was so startled that she cried out in surprise.

But just as Fukatsu's fingertips were about to touch the basketball...

Miyagi's reaction was incredibly fast!

In the blink of an eye.

He had no intention of retreating to protect the ball.

Instead, he directly used the opponent's force against them, following the gravity of Fukatsu's outstretched hand!

Miyagi suddenly lowered his body, like a bolt of lightning flying close to the ground.

The basketball in his right hand was instantly passed from behind his back to his left hand.

A back-to-the-basket dribble with an extremely wide range and high speed!

A sharp, screeching sound of sneakers rubbing together rang out.

Miyagi swept past Fukatsu's body like a whirlwind!

One step at a time!

Clean and efficient, incredibly cool!

Inside the Hiroshima Stadium, a sudden scream erupted as if the roof had been blown off.

The audience jumped up from their seats.

Everyone's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"Holy crap! That kid's too fast!"

"Taking Fukatsu head-on?! That speed is explosive!"

"In the world of martial arts, speed is the ultimate weapon!"

"Are we going to get straight to the point?!"

This is the true value of Kanagawa's fastest speed!

After passing Fukatsu, Miyagi found himself in a wide-open, forbidden area.

The wind whistled in my ears.

Miyagi pushed his speed to the limit, like a sharp knife stabbing into the heart of Sannoh.

Since I can't pass it on, I'll do it myself!

Even if the opponent is an invincible king, I will still take a piece of your flesh!

Miyagi drove straight to the basket, his legs surging forward with power.

Leaping high into the air.

He stared at the basket so close to him, and gently tossed the basketball high into the air with a flick of his wrist.

This is a shot with a specially increased arc, designed to avoid being blocked by inside players.

The basketball was about to fly towards the backboard.

suddenly!

A white figure, like a supersonic fighter jet, soared into the sky!

It's Eiji Sawakita!

He gave up on Rukawa Kaede directly.

He jumped from just inside the free-throw line with terrifying explosiveness.

The body glides through the air, flying higher and higher.

Zebei twisted his waist in mid-air, gathering his strength.

His arm swung in a wide arc like a steel whip, accompanied by a sonic boom that tore through the air.

Like playing volleyball, he slapped the basketball that was tossed in mid-air hard!

"Snapped!"

A loud bang.

This isn't a block, this is outright murder!

Zebei rewarded Miyagi with a truly enormous hot pot.

The basketball was instantly swatted away by an overwhelming force.

It transformed into a blurry orange afterimage, carrying terrifying kinetic energy, and crashed wildly towards the baseline.

"Well done, Sawakita!"

The Sannoh substitutes were about to stand up and celebrate.

A sudden change occurred.

The basketball, which flew like a cannonball, did not go out of bounds.

Instead, it is impartial and precise, like a guided missile.

It hit Sakuragi Hanamichi squarely in the face, who was frantically blocking Nobe Masahiro's position under the basket!

"Bang!"

A thud that made your teeth ache exploded under the basket.

Time seemed to slow down at that moment.

Sakuragi Hanamichi didn't even have time to let out a scream.

He was hit by the basketball and fell backward, landing hard on the floor with a "thud".

He sat sprawled on the ground.

The hearts of the entire audience clenched painfully.

It hurts to see him like this!

But who knew?

The basketball that hit Sakuragi squarely in the face reacted violently due to the force of the impact.

It actually changed the original trajectory.

It bounced high again!

It drew an extremely absurd, extremely high, yet incredibly precise parabola in mid-air.

There were more than 10,000 audience members in the entire venue.

Players on both teams' benches.

Even the referees on the field.

Everyone's eyes were unconsciously fixed on the basketball that bounced high into the air.

then.

Amidst the astonished and shocked gazes of everyone, whose worldviews were shattered.

The basketball sailed precisely over the edge of the rim.

"Whoosh."

The crisp, hollow sound of the net going through the air echoed through the deathly silent stadium.

The basketball... went in...

The scoreboard flips over.

The score is 16-10.

A gentle breeze blew by, and the net was still swaying slightly.

But the entire stadium seemed to have been muted.

As soon as Sawakita Eiji landed, still in the position of blocking the shot, his mouth was wide open enough to fit an ostrich egg.

His eyes were wide open, like copper bells.

His face screamed, "Who am I? Where am I?"

This is actually allowed?!

It's not just Zebei.

Even the members of Shohoku High School were completely stunned.

Rukawa Kaede stood frozen in place.

Takenori Akagi rubbed his eyes frantically.

Mitsui and Miyagi's jaws dropped to the floor, and they couldn't close their mouths for a long time.

Two seconds later.

The dome of Hiroshima Stadium was almost blown off on the spot!

The entire audience erupted in a frenzy of hysterical screams and uproarious laughter.

"Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap?!"

"It's in! It's fucking in!"

"What kind of grotesque move is that?!"

A goal bounced off someone's face?

"Is this some kind of special move?"