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

Amidst the noise.

Sakuragi Hanamichi finally made a move.

He covered his face and slowly got up from the floor.

He felt like his nasal bridge was about to be shattered, and his mind was like a concert.

However, listening to the thunderous cheers from the entire stadium...

Sakuragi's damned competitive spirit instantly overcame the physical pain.

He suddenly started laughing.

His shoulders were twitching wildly.

Laughter leaked from between his fingers, carrying an extremely smug and obnoxious tone.

Sakuragi abruptly lowered his hand and raised his face.

A stream of bright red blood was slowly flowing from his nostrils.

He stared intently at the bewildered Sawakita Eiji with his face, which was dripping with blood from his nose and looked utterly ridiculous.

"Did you see it clearly?"

Sakuragi grinned from ear to ear and asked shamelessly.

Sawakita Eiji's brain completely shut down.

"?"

Sakuragi laughed arrogantly as his nose bled profusely.

"I did it on purpose just now."

"This is the ultimate technique that this genius has been practicing for many days."

"This is my signature move, the face shot!"

"Basic exercises, no 6, everyone sit down."

Upon hearing this, Zebei's pupils dilated as if they had undergone a magnitude 10 earthquake.

This is the final stage of the national competition!

Someone actually dared to take my full-force block head-on with their face in a real game.

And they precisely calculated the trajectory of the rebound and put the ball in the goal?!

What terrifying eyesight, calculation ability, and resilience does that require?!

This is completely beyond the comprehension of carbon-based life forms!

Sawakita Eiji blurted out in shock.

"How is that possible?!"

"How could a human possibly calculate that bounce angle!"

Just then.

Ryota Miyagi, who had just been covered in hot pot, strolled over leisurely.

He raised his chin slightly, his face bearing an expression of detachment from worldly affairs and a profound sense of loneliness that comes with invincibility.

"What's impossible?"

Miyagi stood next to Sakuragi, glancing sideways at Sawakita, his tone extremely arrogant.

"I knew it all along. Someone like you who loves to show off would definitely come and beat me to a pulp."

"So my layup just now wasn't for scoring at all."

"It's to create opportunities for you to block shots!"

"This is a classic case of 'luring the enemy into a trap'!"

Miyagi paused for a moment, a mysterious smile playing on his lips.

"I did it on purpose."

Zebei gasped sharply.

Even this point guard did it on purpose?!

He tossed the ball so high just so I could block it, and then it would hit that redhead squarely in the face?!

What kind of godlike tactic is this, a dimensional reduction attack?!

Before Zebei could even come to his senses...

Miyagi and Sakuragi had already skillfully put their arms around each other's shoulders and leaned against each other.

The two affectionately put their arms around each other's shoulders.

then.

They raised their other hand with perfect coordination, their thumbs pointing arrogantly to their chests.

The two looked at Zebei and announced loudly in unison.

"Only geniuses..."

"That's why they can coordinate so perfectly!"

The voice just fell.

A gust of wind blew by.

Sakuragi Hanamichi laughed too hard just now.

The nosebleed, which had almost stopped, started flowing out again.

The scene was once extremely grotesque and comical.

Sawakita Eiji looked at the red-haired monkey in front of him, who was still striking poses despite having a nosebleed.

Then he glanced at the short, pretentious point guard next to him.

A sudden and extremely strong sense of unease arose within me.

He tilted his head, his brows furrowed into a tight knot.

My mind is filled with questions.

"???"

In the stands, the area where Sakuragi's group was located was completely bursting with laughter.

Takamiya Nozomi laughed so hard that the fat on her belly jiggled wildly.

He pounded on the railing with both hands.

"Hahaha! Sakuragi is so cool! As expected of you!"

Yohei Mito wiped away the tears that streamed down his face from laughing.

He pointed at Sakuragi Hanamichi, whose nose was bleeding profusely, and loudly echoed his laughter.

"What's this move called again? Face shot!"

"This is simply an unheard-of ultimate technique!"

Yuji Oonan and Chuichiro Noma were laughing so hard they couldn't stand up straight, whistling wildly.

on the field.

Sakuragi Hanamichi still wanted to maintain his pose and pretend to be an unfathomable genius.

But the blood gushing from his nose had already flowed down to his chin.

Holding a white towel, Ayako charged onto the court like an enraged lioness.

She grabbed Sakuragi Hanamichi by the ear and forcibly dragged him off the court.

"You big idiot!"

"Get down here right now and treat your wound!"

"Do you want to bleed to death on the floor of the national tournament?!"

In front of the Shohoku bench.

Lin Bei let out a long yawn and slowly stood up from his chair.

He casually tugged at his slightly wrinkled jersey, making a crisp cracking sound.

Looks like it's my turn.

"Perfect timing to give that arrogant little monk a boost."

Just as Lin Bei was preparing to go on stage early.

A chubby hand gently pressed on his wrist.

Coach Anzai sat on the bench and pushed up his reflective round-framed glasses.

He observed the situation on the field.

On that kind face, as benevolent as Colonel Sanders', came a signature gentle smile.

"Hehehe... Lin Bei, no rush."

Coach Anzai's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an irresistible calming power.

He turned his head and looked towards the end of the substitutes' bench.

"Kakuta-kun."

"You'll take Sakuragi's place and go on the field."

Kakuta Satoru silently stood up.

He sported his signature squinty eyes, his expression calm and utterly unwavering.

He took off his sports jacket in a methodical manner.

"Yes, Coach."

Lin Bei saw that it was Emperor Kakuta who was going on stage, and silently sat down.

On the field at this moment.

Sawakita Eiji remained rooted to the spot like a wooden stake.

He looked at the spot where Sakuragi Hanamichi had just stood, his brows furrowed into a deep knot.

That handsome and arrogant face was now filled with an expression of existential doubt.

He was still muttering to himself nervously.

"How could it possibly be intentional..."

"That's absolutely impossible."

"Given the speed of human reflexes, how could one possibly calculate the trajectory of a basketball's bounce precisely over such a short distance?"

"If this isn't a coincidence, then what kind of monster is this?"

Just as Zebei was falling into deep self-doubt.

A gentle breeze blew by.

Rukawa Kaede walked past him expressionlessly.

That cold face didn't even bother to spare a trace of extra emotion.

He didn't even lift his eyelids.

Just as the two were passing each other.

Rukawa Kaede parted his thin lips slightly and coldly uttered two words.

"idiot……"

Sawakita Eiji suddenly turned around.

The blankness and bewilderment on his face vanished, replaced by an extremely cold frost.

The arrogance between his brows was completely ignited.

"Who are you calling an idiot?"

Rukawa Kaede stopped in his tracks. But he still didn't turn around.

"Only an idiot would ask such an idiotic question..."