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

The noise inside the Hiroshima Stadium was so loud it could practically lift the roof off.

The sound waves, one louder than the next, made people's eardrums ache.

The blinding spotlight shone on the polished wooden floor, making it impossible to open one's eyes.

Takenori Akagi stood near the free-throw line, panting heavily, his chest heaving.

The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder and the salty tang of sweat.

Sweat streamed down his rugged cheeks, gathering at the tip of his chin.

Then it crashed to the floor with a "thud" and shattered into pieces.

Akagi's gaze was fixed on the back of the person wearing the number 10 jersey of Shohoku and sporting a head of striking red hair.

His brows furrowed into a deep "川" shape.

"This is really... nerve-wracking."

Akagi gritted his teeth inwardly.

He doesn't understand.

I can't figure it out either!

The opponent is Sannoh Industrial, which has dominated the country for three consecutive years and is invincible!

That Kawada Mikio, although only a first-year student, looks clumsy.

But with his terrifying weight of 130 kilograms and height of 210 centimeters, he is definitely a monster in the restricted area!

The unreasonable force used to suppress them was like a human bulldozer.

"What exactly is the coach planning?"

"Why did it have to happen at this crucial moment when the score was so close..."

"Let that idiot be the main attacking force?!"

Akagi turned to look at the Shohoku bench on the sidelines.

Coach Anzai remained seated as steady as a mountain, his hands clasped together on his round belly.

The gaze behind the glasses was unfathomable, as if everything was under his control.

"Dad..."

Akagi forcibly suppressed his doubts.

As captain, he must not show the slightest sign of panic on the field.

But his bloodshot eyes couldn't look away from Sakuragi Hanamichi.

"Bang—bang—bang—"

The dull thud of the basketball hitting the floor jolted Akagi back to the court.

Shohoku's possession of the ball.

Ryota Miyagi lowered his center of gravity and dribbled the ball rapidly with his right hand.

The moment I stepped across the center line, a suffocating sense of oppression washed over me.

Captain Kazunari Fukatsu of Sannoh Industrial!

Fukatsu was expressionless, practically an emotionless defensive machine.

He spread his arms wide, his footsteps were swift and vicious, completely blocking all of Miyagi's breakthrough routes.

A layer of cold sweat seeped from Miyagi's forehead, but his eyes remained wildly fierce.

"Damn, this guy..."

"However, I have no intention of admitting defeat here!"

Out of the corner of his eye, Miyagi caught a glimpse of a figure frantically running around outside the three-point line.

The Man of Flames, Mitsui Hisashi!

"Mistress! Catch!"

Gongcheng roared inwardly and suddenly flicked his wrist.

The basketball transformed into an orange lightning bolt, grazing Fukatsu Kazunari's fingertips, and forcefully slipped through the defensive gap.

"Snapped!"

Mitsui Hisashi caught the basketball steadily at a 45-degree angle on the left.

Stop abruptly with both feet, using your waist to generate power.

The standard shooting form was formed on the spot.

However, just as he was about to leap up and smash that fatal three-pointer!

A ghostly black shadow pressed right up to them.

Satoshi Ichinokura, the defense specialist at Sannoh Industries!

This guy is like a piece of chewing gum that you can't shake off; his body is practically embedded in Mitsui Hisashi's arms.

There wasn't a single gap!

Even half a body length of space for a jump has been squeezed dry!

"This guy..."

Mitsui Hisashi gritted his teeth, gripped the ball tightly with both hands, and was forced to bring the basketball back to his chest.

Satoshi Ichinokura was panting heavily, his jersey already soaked with sweat.

But his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's.

Keep a close eye on Mitsui's waist and shoulders, and don't miss any feints.

"I will absolutely not let you make a move so easily, Mitsui!"

Satoshi Ichinokura's defensive moves were clean and efficient, effectively disrupting Mitsui's rhythm.

Mitsui was forced to keep using his back to push against his opponent, trying to protect possession of the ball, and the game became a deadlock at one point.

In this suffocating tug-of-war.

The eyes of the entire audience were wide open.

"what?"

"What the hell?!"

"Shohoku's offensive core...has changed?!"

Kiyota Nobunaga gasped in surprise, his voice filled with astonishment.

He pointed his trembling finger toward the stadium.

"Look, everyone!"

"After Mitsui was cornered, he completely lost his previous tendency to force a pitch!"

"And... what's wrong with that red-haired monkey?!"

Everyone looked in the direction he was pointing.

All that could be seen was the impenetrable restricted area of ​​Sannoh Industrial.

Sakuragi Hanamichi had his arms outstretched, pressing his back firmly against Mikio.

He didn't create any space at all.

Instead, they frantically tried to position themselves while waving their hands arrogantly and shouting for the ball at the outside!

"The other woman!"

"Give the ball to this genius!"

The people from Hainan looked at each other in disbelief, all with expressions of utter disbelief.

"Mitsui isn't going to invest?"

"Sakuragi... he's actually asking for the ball?"

"Could it be... that Shohoku has handed over the offensive initiative to Sakuragi Hanamichi?"

"Sakuragi as the main attacker?!"

Ah Shen's mouth was slightly open, his usually gentle face filled with astonishment.

They knew Sakuragi's background all too well.

Although his physical attributes and rebounding talent are freakish, his scoring methods are so lacking it's appalling.

In this crucial moment of chasing points, facing Sannoh's formidable physical presence, should Sakuragi be the main attacker?

This completely shatters the rules of basketball!

Kiyota Nobunaga clutched his head and rubbed it vigorously.

"What the hell are those guys from Shohoku doing?!"

"Do they think they can't beat Sannoh...?"

"Are you just going to give up and abandon the game?!"

Although he desperately didn't want Shohoku to lose, the actions he witnessed were far beyond Kiyota's comprehension.

Mu Shenyi crossed his arms over his chest, like a majestic statue.

He ignored Kiyota's rant and instead narrowed his deep eyes slightly.

"No……"

Maki Shinichi's deep voice rang in everyone's ears.

"Shohoku is not the kind of team that gives up easily."

"Especially that man sitting on the coach's bench..."

He slowly looked at Coach Anzai.

"That white-haired Buddha would never issue such a mindless order."

"There must be a deadly move hidden in this game that we haven't figured out yet."

Our gaze shifts back to that hellish stadium.

Mitsui Hisashi was still being closely guarded by Ichinokura Satoshi.

The extreme exhaustion left him panting heavily, and sweat stung his eyes as it streamed into them.

But he didn't have time to wipe it.

There was not a trace of panic in those bloodshot eyes.

Instead, there is absolute calmness after being tempered in hell.

"Huff... huff..."

Mitsui Hisashi secretly adjusted his breathing.

"Ichinokura Satoshi... This guy's patience is simply insane."

"Normally, I would force myself to pull one out, even if it meant I wasted my last breath."

"but……"

Mitsui's peripheral vision passed over Ichinokura Satoshi.

Look at the red figure fighting with Mikio in the restricted area.

"Since Coach Anzai believes in Sakuragi..."

"Since that idiot who always manages to pull off miracles has this kind of awareness..."

Mitsui cursed inwardly.

"Then I'll just have to believe him this once!"