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

This is the red-haired boy who usually yells and screams whenever his team is behind.

At this moment, he was like a statue, firmly nailed to the inner floor.

He didn't curse, he didn't mock, and he didn't even try to get the ball.

Those eyes, which usually seemed so clear and innocent, were now frighteningly deep.

"breathe--"

Sakuragi's chest heaved violently, but an unprecedented storm was raging in his mind.

He was thinking.

His brain, which he calls a "genius" but is always short-circuiting, is working overtime.

"The Dead Fox's Zone relies on a beast-like intuition to forcibly distort the opponent's vision..."

"Sendoh the Broomstick Hairstyle relies on unparalleled skill to weave illusions..."

"The middle-aged Maki Shinichi carries the hopes of the entire team on his own shoulders..."

In Sakuragi's mind, one after another, images of people pushing open that door flashed by.

"But none of these are suitable for a genius like me."

"I don't have the foundation of a fox who has been fighting since he was a child, nor do I have the authority of a middle-aged man leading the whole team."

"My idiot master once said I'm a genius."

"I'm a top-tier talent who only studied basketball for four months and still made it to the national tournament!"

Sakuragi clenched his fists tighter and tighter, his nails almost digging into his flesh.

Yes.

He doesn't pursue the extreme techniques of the wild path.

They also don't follow the extreme team spirit.

Even in the dust, sparks can be hidden; in the ordinary, legends can be born!

He was the third key to unlock the bronze door of the Zone.

The name of this key is—the ultimate talent!

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

Sakuragi's heart began to pound uncontrollably.

That's a blood pumping speed far exceeding the limits of ordinary people.

A surge of hot blood rushed up my spine and straight to the top of my head.

Wisps of white steam actually rose from his bald head!

Just then.

Lin Bei, who had been sitting on the sidelines observing coldly, suddenly sat up straight.

The bright yellow light in his eyes faded, replaced by a fervent smile.

"He's been found!"

Lin Bei's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling certainty.

Ayako paused for a moment, followed Lin Bei's gaze to the court, but couldn't understand anything.

Meanwhile, on the field, Sannoh had launched a new round of desperate attacks.

Fukatsu Kazunari skillfully evaded Miyagi with a glance and comfortably fed the ball to Sawakita.

"It's over, Rukawa Kaede."

The moment Zebei received the ball, a sudden surge of white light appeared in the depths of his eyes.

"The trajectory for the next three seconds is already in my mind!"

In Zebei's view, the world seemed to move in slow motion.

He clearly "saw" that Rukawa would move half a step to the left, attempting to cut off his breakthrough route.

"Too naive."

Without any hesitation, Zebei broke through with a ferocious step, his body shooting out like an arrow!

Just as he predicted.

Rukawa had barely taken a step when Sawakita cruelly overtook him in one step with an absolute speed advantage!

"boom!"

The entire audience stood up again.

Ayako closed her eyes in despair.

pass!

The last line of defense for Xiangbei was torn to shreds.

Sawakita Eiji grabbed the ball with one hand, pushed off the ground with both legs, and soared into the air like a rocket.

Ahead, Shohoku's basket was completely unprepared.

This was a perfect dunk, enough to completely shatter Shohoku's mental defenses!

"Die!"

Zebei roared in mid-air, swinging his arm in a wide arc to slam the basket.

one second.

two seconds.

Just as he was about to slam the ball into the basket.

Zebei froze in mid-air.

"How...is this possible?!"

Before him, in the "future" he predicted, was nothing at all in mid-air.

Suddenly, a wall appeared out of nowhere.

No, that's not a wall.

is a person.

A man with striking red short hair and a body as large as a ferocious beast!

He was like a demon that suddenly emerged from the ground.

With a terrifying force that completely defies the laws of physics, it rose abruptly from the ground and stood directly in front of Zebei!

Crimson lightning erupted from the man's eyes like magma.

"Hey, little monk."

Sakuragi Hanamichi was suspended in mid-air, looking down at Sawakita, whose face was filled with horror.

He grinned, revealing a maniacal laugh more ferocious than that of a demon.

"In your so-called future..."

"Did you foresee this genius's script?"

Sawakita Eiji's pride in his ability to stay airborne and his ability to anticipate events were abruptly cut off mid-air by that scarlet figure.

Those eyes, burning with crimson lightning, were fixed on Ze Bei.

"Get out of here!"

Zebei roared wildly in his heart.

The waist and abdomen fold to their limit in mid-air.

He abruptly changed the trajectory of his dunk, attempting to throw the ball under Sakuragi's armpit.

But Sakuragi's fingertips seemed to be equipped with radar, and he slapped them roughly in mid-air.

"Snapped!"

A loud bang.

The basketball slipped from Zebei's control and slammed hard against the rim.

The ball bounced high and spun wildly towards the three-point line.

"rebound!"

Akagi Takenori roared like a beast inside the paint, "Take it!"

But it's too far.

The ball bounced with an absurd force.

Miyagi Ryota, who was sprinting desperately, and Okawata, who was trying to block the ball, could only watch in despair as it flew out of bounds.

"Out of bounds..."

On the Sannoh bench, Coach Goro Domoto let out a long breath and prepared to call out tactics.

Just when everyone thought the ball was bound to go out of bounds and was preparing to hear the referee's whistle,

Sakuragi Hanamichi landed.

His eyes, which were filled with a scarlet electric light, revealed an almost absurd absolute confidence.

"rebound?"

Sakuragi lowered his center of gravity and burst out laughing.

"In the face of genius, distance—simply doesn't exist!"

Before he could finish speaking, he slammed his right foot into the ground, and the stadium floor emitted a heart-wrenching groan.

Immediately afterwards, tens of thousands of spectators gasped in unison, witnessing a bizarre scene they would never forget.

Sakuragi Hanamichi opened his right hand and slashed it sharply towards the empty space in front of him.

"Whoosh—"

A piercing tearing sound came from the air.

The basketball, which was about to go out of bounds, suddenly appeared in Sakuragi's hands without warning!

It's just like……

The space between his palm and the basketball was erased out of thin air!

Dead silence.

Inside the Hiroshima Stadium, you could hear a pin drop.

The die-hard Sannoh fans who were shouting wildly just a second ago now looked like they were being choked, their eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

"What...what happened?"

Kiyota Nobunaga stammered in the stands, and his cheering megaphone fell to the ground.

"Can that red-haired monkey do magic? How did the ball get into his hands!"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Maki Shinichi suddenly stood up, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

"Visual deception?"

"No, that's not right!"

"That's the illusion of frame drops created by absolute explosive power combined with extreme anticipation in an extremely short period of time!"

On the sidelines, Lin Bei, who had been lounging lazily against the back of his chair, suddenly had a fervent glint in his eyes.

"Holy crap! Spatial manipulation?!"

Lin Bei crushed the mineral water bottle in his hand, splashing water everywhere.

"That's fucking cool!"