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

"Ah-Kuan, can you please walk faster?"

The old coach was furious at Morishige Hiroshi's lazy demeanor.

"We came here specifically to watch Sannoh Industrial's match!"

"Can't you pull yourself together for a second?"

"Not even as fast as this old man can walk."

Morishige took a bite of his popsicle, staring blankly at the birds in the sky, and mumbled indistinctly.

"Uncle, stop arguing."

What is "Sannoh"?

The veteran coach was so choked up he almost couldn't catch his breath.

"You brat!"

"You don't even respect Sannoh Industrial, the national champions for two consecutive years?"

Morishige Hiroshi picked at his ear and gave a perfunctory "Oh".

They continued to climb upwards with heavy steps.

The old coach looked at his broad, mountain-like back and sighed deeply.

"Fine, let fate decide."

"Anyway, with your monstrous talent, you don't need to cater to anyone."

The old coach looked up at the stadium.

"However... to end someone else's dynasty, physical strength alone is not enough..."

"boom--!!!"

The old coach hadn't finished speaking.

A terrifying scream, as if it could lift the roof off, rolled out like muffled thunder.

Even the concrete steps beneath their feet trembled.

Morishige Hiroshi's steps suddenly stopped.

He stood still, and his half-open, dead fish eyes flickered slightly.

A beastly aura emanated from this massive body.

Morishige looked towards the stadium entrance.

"Um?"

"Judging from that sound...it looks like something interesting inside, sir."

……

Inside the stadium.

In the audience, Haruko Akagi covered her burning cheeks with both hands.

Her eyes welled up with tears of emotion, and her heart pounded wildly.

"Rukawa Kaede-kun..."

His voice trembled as he looked at the red figure on the field, who resembled a god of war.

"We might win!"

"Shohoku might actually be able to beat Sannoh!"

The Rukawa Kaede fan club around him had long since completely spiraled out of control.

The group of girls hugged each other, crying their eyes out, waving colorful balls with all their might.

"Rukawa Kaede! He's so cool!!!"

"Rukawa's fate! Rukawa's fate!"

"My heart can't take it!"

The atmosphere on the Shohoku bench was absolutely electric.

Kiminobu Kogure was so excited that he jumped onto the chair.

Ayako waved her paper fan and screamed loudly at the court.

"Rukawa Kaede! Well done!!"

"That's it! Keep this rhythm! Kick their asses hard!"

Coach Anzai pushed up his reflective glasses, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.

"Hehehe..."

"Rukawa Kaede has become even more amazing."

This stands in stark contrast to the fervor on the Shohoku side.

It was the audience seating for the entire Sannoh Industrial Group.

The Sannoh fans who were just moments ago so arrogant.

At this moment, it felt like someone had collectively choked it, completely extinguishing the flame.

The supporters looked at each other in bewilderment.

Everyone's eyes were filled with undisguised fear and confusion.

"Are you kidding me...?"

"The Mountain King was actually suppressed?"

"Sawakita couldn't even stop that first-year student?!"

At this moment, a crack appeared in the faith.

It was in this extreme atmosphere.

The veteran coach from Meihou Industrial led Morishige Hiroshi through the passageway into the arena.

"It's so noisy..."

Morishige Hiroshi impatiently picked at his ear, his gaze casually sweeping over the electronic scoreboard in mid-air.

The veteran coach followed the gaze and looked over.

I only glanced at it.

The old coach's expression froze, looking like he'd seen a ghost.

"oops……"

The veteran coach gasped.

"Sannoh has fallen behind?"

On the electronic scoreboard, the glaring red numbers mercilessly revealed the battle situation.

Shobei 18:12 Mountain King!

A difference of a full 6 points!

The old coach frowned, his cloudy eyes flashing with doubt.

He stared intently at the unfamiliar name on the scoreboard.

"Shohoku... I've never heard of it."

Morishige Hiroshi crunched the last piece of popsicle in his mouth.

It emitted a chilling chewing sound.

His inverted triangular eyes resembled those of a hungry wolf searching for its prey.

"Uncle."

Morishige Hiroshi spoke indifferently.

Who cares who they are?

"As long as it can be knocked away, that's enough."

……

The dull thud echoed above the rim.

The entire Hiroshima stadium was deathly silent; everyone seemed frozen in place.

Under the basket, Sakuragi Hanamichi was still standing there, dumbfounded, in his catch-the-ball position.

He stared intently at Rukawa Kaede as he landed, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets, bloodshot veins covering the whites of his eyes.

"Gulp..."

Sakuragi swallowed hard.

Being the closest to it just now, that eerie feeling that sent chills down my spine was overwhelming.

I couldn't see it at all!

In his eyes, the dead fox seemed to freeze for a moment, like a frame dropping or stuttering.

The next second, he teleported directly behind Nobe Masahiro and forcefully slammed the ball into the basket.

"That damned fox..."

Sakuragi clenched his fists tightly.

My heart was in turmoil.

"He went in again!"

"But I, a genius, am only able to watch from the outside?"

An unprecedented sense of crisis is growing rapidly.

He gritted his teeth, staring at Rukawa Kaede's retreating figure, his eyes blazing with fury.

The other end of the stadium.

Sawakita Eiji remained frozen in place, maintaining the defensive posture that had been easily bypassed.

Her bangs covered her eyes, making it impossible to see her expression.

Suddenly, a large, dark shadow with an aura of the underworld silently enveloped Zebei's back.

"Feed".

A deep, rough, and cunning voice exploded in Zebei's ears.

"Ze Bei, you... still slacking off?"

Zebei shivered violently, a chill running straight to the top of his head!

He knew who it was without even turning around.

Masashi Kawata, the undisputed ruler of Sannoh Industrial!

Kawada's imposing face loomed closer.

A thick arm wrapped around Zebei's shoulder, tightening like an iron clamp.

"The nation's top high school student was completely outmaneuvered by a freshman..."

Kawada smiled sinisterly, his face full of schadenfreude.

"If we keep playing like this, all those screaming female fans in the stands will run away."

"In the end, you'll just be a decent-looking background character."

Upon hearing that "all the female fans have left," Zebei immediately broke down.

He was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, desperately trying to break free from Kawada's clutches.

"So what!"

Zebei stiffened his neck, his handsome face flushed red.

"None of your business, Kawada-senpai!"

"Those fake fans who only care about looks are better off without!"

Seeing Sawakita stubbornly refusing to admit his mistake, the defensive expert Ichinokura Satoshi sighed.

He stepped forward and comforted her in the tone of a perpetually kind-hearted person.

"It's alright, Zebei."

"As long as you're happy, the competition has just begun, don't put too much pressure on yourself."

A voice, devoid of any inflection yet chillingly cold, broke in.

Captain of Sannoh, Kazunari Fukatsu.

"No, that won't do."

He stared intently at Zebei with his lifeless, expressionless eyes.

"What if our ace gets utterly crushed by that arrogant guy..."

"They're the kind of people who'll take advantage of you."