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

Meanwhile, next to the vending machine outside the stadium.

Compared to the hustle and bustle inside the museum, it was so quiet here that only the chirping of cicadas could be heard.

Sendoh Akira tossed in a coin and watched a can of lemon tea roll down.

"Phew...it's too noisy in there."

He bent down to pick up the drink and pulled the tab with a "click".

He tilted his head back and took a gulp, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

The cool liquid slid down my throat, taking away a bit of the heat.

"You seem to be having a very relaxed time, Sendoh."

A deep, resonant voice suddenly rang out from behind him.

Sendoh's fingers paused slightly.

That sound...

He turned around, his signature gentle smile freezing for a moment before turning into surprise.

Standing not far from him was a man wearing a purple sports jacket, with dark skin and an aura as powerful as an emperor.

Shinichi Maki, the ace of Hainan University Affiliated High School and the king of Kanagawa.

"Mu?"

Sendoh was somewhat surprised, "I didn't expect you to come to watch this kind of first-round match."

Maki Shinichi stood with his hands in his pockets, looking intently at Sendoh.

"I was just passing by."

Maki Shinichi said calmly.

Then, changing the subject, her eyes sharpened, "However, since we've run into each other, I'd like to ask."

He took a step forward, and a sense of oppression washed over him.

"This year's Shohoku..."

"How exactly did you manage to defeat Ryonan?"

Sendoh paused for a moment, then gave a wry smile.

The image of that guy on the court who always tried to slack off, yet was ridiculously strong, flashed through my mind.

"How did you win...?"

Sendoh shook the lemon tea in his hand.

Looking towards the stadium's main entrance, it's as if you can see the scene inside through the walls.

"Probably because they have a guy there who's monstrously good at slacking off, even more so than I am."

Maki Shinichi raised an eyebrow: "Oh? Even stronger than you?"

Sendoh smiled, a smile that held a profound meaning.

"Who knows?"

"But Maki, this year's Kanagawa..."

"It'll probably be much more lively than you imagine."

……

"Whoosh!"

The basketball traced a stiff yet straight arc and swished through the net.

Akagi Takenori stood at the free-throw line, his chest heaving violently.

He wiped the sweat from his eyes, his gaze sweeping across the Miuradai battlefield like a knife.

Second penalty.

Akagi took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing, and attacked again.

"Whoosh!"

It's hollow again.

Both free throws were made.

"Heh, this guy's gotten better at free throws."

"It used to be as hard as a rock."

Mitsui Hisashi in the stands raised an eyebrow, and the band-aid on the corner of his mouth twitched.

"Defense!!"

Akagi landed with a roar that shook the floor.

However, Miura Dai's counterattack came very quickly.

They did not panic because of Akagi's score.

Instead, they took advantage of the gap when the Shohoku substitutes couldn't get back on defense in time and quickly launched a fast break.

Kengo Murasame was like a heavy tank, pushing aside the slender Kakuta and scoring with a reverse layup.

The score difference remains in double digits.

The atmosphere on the sidelines was somewhat heavy.

Coach Anzai pushed up his reflective glasses, and a glint of shrewdness flashed in his usually smiling eyes.

He slowly turned around and looked at the row of "bench bandits" sitting crookedly behind him.

"Hehehe..."

Coach Anzai let out his signature laugh.

"How is it? Have you reflected on your actions?"

This sentence is like breaking some kind of seal.

"Dad!!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi was launched into the air from the floor with a "whoosh," his face flushed red, as excited as a monkey that had just seen a banana.

"I've already reflected on my actions!"

"I have deeply realized my mistake!"

"That would be a loss for all of humanity if we didn't let geniuses play!"

"Let me play!"

"I'm going to beat that mohawk guy's shit out!!"

Ryota Miyagi also stood up, his face serious.

"Coach Anzai, I have also reflected on my actions."

"Fighting is wrong, especially on the court."

"But I promise, if I get on the court, I'll shut them up with basketball."

Rukawa Kaede silently pulled the towel off his head, revealing a pair of cold eyes.

"It's probably nothing serious."

He was sparing with his words, but the fighting spirit in his eyes was almost overflowing.

"I won't do it again."

"Those teams that only know how to use dirty tricks are infuriating to look at."

"Coach, let me go up and teach them what basketball is." Mitsui Hisashi flexed his wrists, his eyes sharp.

Four people, four completely different auras, yet at this moment they converged into a chilling sense of oppression.

Coach Anzai nodded in satisfaction, then his gaze fell on the far corner.

"Lin Bei?" Coach Anzai called out with a smile.

"It's all prepared."

"As for fighting, that's hard to say," Lin Bei said with a smirk.

"Hehehe, Lin Bei is really humorous."

Coach Anzai waved his hand dismissively, "Then, make a substitution."

"Akagi-kun, you guys come down and rest."

"Sakuragi, you'll take Akagi's place and play center."

"Everyone else, come on stage."

……

"beep--!"

"Shohoku requests a substitution!"

With the referee's whistle, the air in the entire Fujisawa Gymnasium seemed to freeze for a moment.

Akagi Takenori led the sweat-drenched substitutes off the field.

Behind them, five figures were slowly walking toward the center of the court.

At that moment, the previously noisy stadium suddenly fell silent.

The style of these five people is completely different from that of the well-behaved Shohoku team from before.

Sakuragi Hanamichi, walking at the very front, had striking red hair under the lights and a sinister grin that seemed to say, "I'm going to kill someone."

Standing next to him was Miyagi Ryota, whose earrings gleamed coldly. He walked with a swagger and an arrogant air about him.

Although Mitsui Hisashi had cut his hair short, the aura of his former delinquent youth was still faintly visible, and his eyes were sinister.

Rukawa Kaede was expressionless, radiating a chilling aura that said "keep away".

Lin Bei, who was walking at the back, was still yawning.

But his half-open, dead-fish eyes revealed a profound depth that was impossible to fathom.

"Shobei..."

"Did they bring all the people who are on leave from prison here?"

In the stands, some spectators couldn't help but swallow hard.

"Here they come! The ultimate army of problem children!"

"That lineup! That terrifying lineup is finally about to appear!"

Aida Hikoichi from Ryonan was so excited he almost crushed the railing.

"Hmph, so you've finally decided to unleash the beast from its cage?" Jun Uozumi crossed his arms, his eyes grave.

Sendoh Akira put down his lemon tea and leaned forward slightly.

An intrigued smile curved the corners of his lips.

"Oh?"

"So, all the problem children are being targeted...?"

"This is going to be interesting."