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

The audience was in complete uproar.

"Holy crap! Is that height for real?"

"Is this the legendary Little River Field?"

"He's a whole size bigger than his brother, and you call him 'small'?"

"This isn't playing ball, it's like driving a heavy armored vehicle into the penalty area!"

On the Shohoku supporters' side, the Sakuragi Army members were leaning on the railing, their eyes practically popping out of their sockets.

Takamiya Nozomi touched her round belly and gasped.

"Barbie's gone! This is really bad!"

Yohei Mito frowned, staring intently at the huge shadow in the arena.

"Hanamichi usually looks quite strong, but standing next to this guy, he's practically a baby who hasn't been weaned!"

Oonan Yuji swallowed hard, his voice trembling.

"If this happened in the street, that fat guy would sit down and turn Hanamichi into a 2D meat pie, right?"

Haruko Akagi, standing to the side, covered her mouth with both hands, her clear eyes filled with shock and worry.

"Sakuragi is 189cm tall, he's the team's super reliable inside pillar..."

"But compared to that number 15, she really looked so small." Haruko's voice trembled.

But soon, Haruko shook her head violently and pressed her fists against her chest.

"Don't lose to him, Sakuragi!"

"I'm entrusting Mikio Kawata to you. You'll definitely handle it!"

……

On the field, the game resumed.

The referee handed the ball to Sannoh captain Kazunari Fukatsu.

Fukatsu controlled the ball steadily and advanced into the half at a leisurely pace.

Those lifeless, expressionless eyes quickly scanned the entire room.

His first glance was directed at the team's strongest offensive weapon, Eiji Sawakita.

But after just one glance, Fukatsu's perpetually expressionless face broke down.

Something's not right; there's really no need for this.

Zebei is desperately trying to get into position outside the three-point line on the right side.

But in front of him, Lin Bei, number 16 of Xiangbei, was sticking to him tightly in an extremely strange manner.

Lin Bei lowered his center of gravity to an extremely low position, looking just like a black panther ready to tear apart its prey.

A violent and destructive dark aura radiated wildly from Lin Bei, completely enveloping him.

Fukatsu saw it clearly.

Although Zebei was still running frantically to get rid of the obstacle, his steps had long lost their usual composure and elegance.

Zebei's eyes gleamed with a wild white light, but cold sweat poured down his forehead.

This is a first-year student from Shohoku.

In a contest of presence, he completely overwhelmed Sawakita Eiji, who was ranked number one in the country!

"This kid's defensive intimidation is simply unsportsmanlike."

Fukatsu quickly made a mental calculation.

Passing the ball to Zebei is too risky; forcing the ball on could easily result in Lin Beisheng intercepting it.

It might even completely break Zebei's mentality.

This ball absolutely cannot be passed.

Fukatsu's brain is like a supercomputer, switching attack plans in seconds.

Since the outside line is locked down, let those two monsters play by themselves.

Sannoh's true trump card has always been their suffocating dominance in the paint.

Fukatsu's gaze darkened as he stared directly at Shohoku's restricted area.

Inside the restricted area.

Masahiro Okawata and Takenori Akagi engaged in a frenzied hand-to-hand combat, the sounds of their muscles colliding echoing loudly.

On the other side, Mikio Kawata, who had just entered the game, was staring blankly at his oversized sneakers.

"Hey! Miki!"

Kawada held off Akagi with all his might, then turned and let out a deafening roar.

"Are you standing there incubating eggs?"

"Quickly, get into position!"

"Get that red-haired brat out of here!"

This shout was like a thunderclap from a clear sky, startling Mikio, who was lost in thought.

"I'm...I'm sorry, big brother!"

Mikio snapped out of his daze and hurriedly bent down his massive body, presenting his broad back to Sakuragi Hanamichi.

"I'm about to start positioning myself, red-haired guy, sorry."

Miki muttered to herself as she stuck out her enormous, millstone-like buttocks.

Sakuragi was glaring at the attention-stealing fat man through gritted teeth.

"Stop being so arrogant, you giant fat pig!"

Sakuragi roared, his legs suddenly spread apart, and his center of gravity shifted downwards.

They deployed the "Toilet Defense Method," the strongest defensive technique taught in Linbei Special Training.

"My lower body is as solid as a rock, how could I possibly be pushed away by an idiot like you!"

Sakuragi braced his hands firmly against Mikio's lower back, his muscles tense and veins bulging in his arms.

However, the next second, Sakuragi's expression completely changed.

When Mikio's terrifying weight of 130 kilograms, along with the oppressive force, was pressed against Sakuragi.

Sakuragi felt as if he had been thrown head-on by an out-of-control heavy truck.

There are no fancy techniques involved.

There were no unnecessary feints.

This is a pure, unreasonable physical attack that reduces the size of another dimension!

"Squeak—creak!"

Sakuragi's expensive Jordan shoes screeched painfully against the floor.

Even though he exerted all his strength, and his legs were shaking like leaves, he still couldn't stop this overwhelming force.

"Damn it!"

"This is impossible to move!"

"Is this guy filled with lead?"

"Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!" Sakuragi gritted his teeth, his eyes turning bloodshot.

But his pride and joy were utterly futile in the face of this mountain of flesh.

One step, two steps, three steps.

Despite Mikio's seemingly clumsy but actually unsolvable backward steps, Sakuragi was forced backward by this strange force.

They were completely powerless to fight back!

In the blink of an eye, the arrogant and unruly red-haired genius was cruelly pushed off the edge of the restricted area.

Xiangbei's impregnable inside defense.

Mikio tore a large gash open in the most ruthless way.

"Big brother, I've got my spot set!"

After pushing Sakuragi out, Mikio finally felt a bit more confident.

He raised his large, fan-like hand like an iron tower and shouted for the ball to Fukatsu on the outside.

Fukatsu did not hesitate for a moment.

He glanced at Ze Bei, who was locked up by Lin Bei, and suddenly flicked his wrist.

The ball seemed to be equipped with a guidance radar, whizzing across the halfway line and precisely placed into Mikio's hands.

Sakuragi, positioned on the edge of the penalty area, was not about to suffer in silence.

"Don't underestimate this genius!"

Sakuragi forced himself to steady his steps and exerted force with both legs.

He shot out like a spring, trying to steal the ball the instant he received it.

However, the miracle did not happen.

Kawada simply raised his hand and used his massive body to complete the most basic catch.

But just as he received the ball and his shoulder turned slightly backward...

Miki's ridiculously broad back collided squarely with Sakuragi's charging back.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud exploded under the basket.

This is just a simple ball-protecting action.

The reaction force was like a sledgehammer, smashing hard into Sakuragi's chest.

"Ugh—!"

Sakuragi let out a painful groan.

He felt like he had bumped into a load-bearing wall, not a person!

The immense rebound force directly destroyed Sakuragi's defenses.

A beastly power forward who usually dominates the paint and whose three-point shooting is so powerful that even Akagi has to give way.

At this moment, it's like a leaf falling in a storm.

The sheer force of the impact sent him flying backward, his feet leaving the ground!

"Bang!"

Sakuragi crashed heavily to the floor, the intense pain making it difficult for him to breathe.

They could only watch helplessly as that overwhelming figure loomed over the sky.

Miki turned around.

At this moment, the area under the basket became a no-man's land because Sakuragi had fallen to the ground.

No one can disturb this 210-centimeter-tall statue in the slightest.

Miki still had that timid expression.

He didn't even jump; he simply placed his feet on the floor, raised the ball above his head, and gently tossed it into the basket.

"Whoosh!"

The basketball swished through the net, making a crisp sound.