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

Sakuragi roared.

He didn't slam the ball into the basket.

Instead, he threw the ball violently into the blocked space in front of him!

"Meteor Slam Dunk - Skybreaker!"

Sawakita's fingers touched Sakuragi's wrist, and Kawada's chest pressed against Sakuragi's shoulder.

But none of this matters anymore.

The basketball that was thrown disappeared for a frame in mid-air the instant it left Sakuragi's hand!

There is no parabola.

No flight path was found.

The physical distance between the basketball and the hoop.

At this moment, it was completely deleted!

"Boom!"

A terrifyingly loud bang, as if it would shatter the stadium!

The basketball is like it's instantly teleported inside the basket.

With devastating kinetic energy, it tore the net straight and then slammed it hard into the ground!

The enormous reaction force caused the basketball hoop to creak under the strain, and the backboard glass vibrated with dangerous ripples.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Only the sound of the basketball bouncing on the floor, "thump, thump," pounded on the broken hearts of every Sannoh player.

Sakuragi Hanamichi slowly descended from mid-air.

He ignored the three members of the Sannoh group who were completely disoriented after their fall.

Instead, he slightly raised his chin, his scarlet eyes coldly sweeping over the crowd.

"Did you see that?"

"This is genius!"

……

The red numbers on the timer were jumping wildly.

Tick.

With only a dozen seconds left in the game, the match was about to end.

The air inside the Hiroshima Stadium was so stuffy that it was hard to breathe.

Everyone's heartbeat stopped at that moment.

Sakuragi Hanamichi crashed heavily to the floor from mid-air.

An incredible, meteor-like dunk that completely shattered the point difference!

Sannoh Industrial did not call for a halt.

The suffocating pace of the game gave them no chance to catch their breath.

Kazunari Fukatsu gritted his teeth and quickly served from the baseline.

Kawada received the ball and, like a furious grizzly bear driven to desperation, launched a final, desperate charge towards Shohoku's interior.

Takenori Akagi was firmly pinned under the basket.

His legs felt like they were filled with lead, and he was panting heavily.

My lungs felt like they were being torn apart by a bellows, and my throat tasted like blood.

Sweat streamed down his rough face, stinging his eyes.

Akagi's consciousness suddenly became somewhat uncontrollable and dazed.

The stadium, the roaring crowd, and the charging Kawada all receded like the tide at this moment.

He felt as if he had fallen into a time tunnel flowing backwards.

The scene is set at dusk a few years ago.

That day, I had just finished a physical training session that made me want to vomit.

Akagi dragged himself into the empty classroom and opened a drawer.

In the corner lay a well-worn copy of "Basketball Weekly".

On the cover, Sannoh Industrial Co., Ltd. is holding up the championship trophy.

That was a mountain weighing down on the heads of all young basketball players.

Outside the door, the harsh voices of several teammates of the same level could be heard.

"That Akagi guy is still reading that lousy magazine every day."

"What a stubborn fool! He's always talking about dominating the whole country. Who does he think he is?"

"Exactly, if they want to challenge Sannoh, why don't they go to Hainan? What are they doing coming to Shohoku acting all high and mighty?"

"We're just ordinary high school students, playing basketball to work up a sweat."

"I'm being forced to do defensive slides every day, it's too painful, I'm quitting the club tomorrow."

Every word was like a rusty, blunt knife, piercing deep into Akagi's stubborn pride.

Akagi stood in the shadows, clutching the magazine tightly.

The veins on the back of my hand were throbbing.

He didn't rush out to argue; he simply stuffed the magazine into his bag and turned to walk towards the basketball court.

The stadium was eerily deserted that day.

On the vast stadium, only Kiminobu Kogure was present.

He was quietly picking up the basketballs scattered all over the floor and putting them into the cart one by one.

"Akagi, you've come."

"They didn't come today; they said they need to prepare for their exams."

Kogure's voice was soft, yet it carried a reassuring gentleness.

Back then, Shohoku really only had the two of them.

Clinging to an unattainable dream like a fool.

My memories shattered.

Akagi refocused his gaze on the Hiroshima Stadium, but it was terribly blurry.

The scalding liquid splashed uncontrollably onto the floor.

He watched as Kawada rushed into the penalty area, but his body seemed to be frozen in place, unable to move his feet at all.

At this critical moment!

A thunderous roar erupted from the high platform in the audience, piercing the sky.

"Akagi!"

This roar completely drowned out the clamor of tens of thousands of people in the stadium.

"Why are you crying?!"

Akagi shuddered and abruptly looked up.

At the highest point of the stands, Jun Uozumi gripped the railing tightly with both hands, veins bulging on his neck.

"The game isn't over yet!"

This roar, like a heavy hammer blow, slapped Akagi awake.

Masashi Kawada had already taken off, holding the ball with both hands, attempting to forcefully extend his life with a powerful dunk.

Akagi finally came to his senses.

He raised his strong arm and wiped away the tears from the corner of his eye.

"asshole!"

"This is sweat!" Akagi roared like a wild beast.

He strode forward, his legs kicking out powerfully, his massive body rising from the ground like an active volcano.

He fearlessly charged headlong into Okawada's death throes.

"Get out of here!"

Akagi's right hand was pressed firmly against the basketball that Kawada was holding up.

The two engaged in an extremely fierce struggle in mid-air.

But this time, Akagi refused to back down an inch.

"Bang!"

Akagi used an extremely forceful force to forcefully push the basketball down from Kawada's hand and send it flying out of bounds!

The entire audience gasped.

The referee's whistle rang out sharply.

"Beep—!"

The red light is on.

A long whistle pierced the dome.

The match is over.

The score on the scoreboard will remain forever frozen in time.

Shohoku wins!

Hiroshima Stadium fell into a brief silence.

The next second, the entire venue erupted in chaos, the noise almost lifting the roof off!

In the center of the stadium.

Sakuragi Hanamichi was bent over, his hands supporting his knees, panting heavily.

Sweat dripped down his bald head.

Less than three meters away.

Rukawa Kaede also placed his hands on his knees, his chest heaving violently.

Neither of them spoke.

Sakuragi slowly straightened up, and Rukawa followed suit.

These two sworn enemies, who usually called each other idiots and dead foxes, suddenly locked eyes.

No nonsense.

Sakuragi dragged his feet toward Rukawa.

Rukawa Kaede also took a step in tacit agreement.

The two stopped in the center of the field and simultaneously raised their right hands.

"Snapped!"

A crisp high five echoed clearly in the electrifying arena.

A high-five that transcends victory and defeat, and even grudges!

The next second, the Shohoku bench went completely crazy.

"We won! We beat Sannoh!" Ryota Miyagi's eyes were red as he rushed onto the field first.

Mitsui Hisashi followed closely behind, jumping directly onto Sakuragi's back.

"Hey! Xiao Liang! Xiao San!"

"You guys are going to crush this genius!" Sakuragi screamed.

Kogure Kiminobu's glasses were askew, and he grabbed his tears and snot, then plunged into the crowd.

The entire Xiangbei team rushed forward and rolled around in a heap.

Akagi Takenori stood to the side, looking up at the blinding spotlight.

He spread his arms and let out a triumphant roar.

Lin Bei strolled over from the bench.

With his hands in his pockets, his face exuded composure.

"I can't stand you guys."

Lin Bei unceremoniously lifted his foot and stepped on the topmost Mitsui back.

"Well done, though. Basic stuff, everyone."

The stands were already awash in tears.

Yohei Mito leaned against the railing, looking up at the sky: "That Hanamichi guy, he's a total cheater."

While crying, Takamiya Nozomi squeezed the bag of potato chips until it burst.

Haruko Akagi cried uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face.

"Brother... your dream has finally come true."

Sakuragi's army and Haruko completely let loose in the stands.

Sidelines.

Coach Anzai slowly stood up, his lips trembling violently.

He took off his glasses and wiped his eyes.

Even this usually composed old man was moved to tears.

He straightened his back, raised his hands high, and paid tribute to this miraculous team.

Unlike the celebrations at Shohoku.

At the other end of the stadium, it was eerily silent.

Sawakita Eiji covered his face tightly with a towel, his shoulders twitching violently.

Kazunari Fukatsu stared at the scoreboard, his eyes bloodshot.

Kawada looked at his palm without saying a word.

Domoto Goro took a deep breath and straightened his suit.

"Line up."

The Sannoh players silently walked to the sidelines and bowed deeply towards the stands.

Then, he turned and left.

The corridor was dimly lit, and the atmosphere was extremely oppressive.

Domoto Goro stopped and looked at this group of former prodigies.

"Don't keep your head down."

He stepped forward and patted Zebei's trembling shoulder.

"We lose sometimes too, don't feel ashamed."

"This is a very valuable experience."

Even in the dust, sparks can be hidden; today, they are stronger.

Summer, which belonged to Sannoh, has come to an end.

Meanwhile, in the stadium behind them...

The cheers from Shohoku were still deafening.