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

He then turned around.

He lowered his head slightly as he faced the Shohoku team.

"I apologize, my junior is not good at etiquette, please forgive him."

This apology was neither humble nor arrogant.

He demonstrated the absolute vision and magnanimity of a leader of a top-tier team.

They forcefully suppressed the anger that was about to erupt from Shohoku.

Akagi Takenori snorted coldly and remained silent.

However, after Moroboshi Dai raised his head, his gaze went straight past Akagi and Miyagi at the very front.

His intensely imposing gaze swept through the crowd.

He fixed his gaze on Lin Bei and Rukawa Kaede, who were standing at the back of the group and hadn't said a word.

There was no sign of backing down in Moroboshi Dai's eyes.

Only the fighting spirit burning to its extreme.

"Sannoh Industrial is indeed very strong. Your victory over them proves that you have the strength to contend for the top spot in the nation."

Moroboshi Dai's voice echoed in the empty corridor.

His words carried an unshakable conviction and pride.

"However, please don't assume that the road to the summit will always be so smooth."

"The starlight of Aichi will never be dimmed in Hiroshima."

"Tomorrow, I will show you what true strength is."

The air seemed to freeze at that moment.

This is a silent contest between two aces.

Rukawa Kaede's eyes turned slightly cold, and the wild aura around him seemed to be boiling over.

Lin Bei, standing to the side, was slowly chewing his gum.

"Smack."

A tiny pink bubble rose to his lips, only to burst instantly.

Lin Bei put one hand in his pocket and leaned forward slightly.

Those jet-black eyes exuded an extremely languid yet deadly aura.

He looked at the ready-to-fight Moroboshi Dai, and a mocking smile curled at the corner of his lips.

His voice wasn't loud, but it reached the ears of everyone present clearly.

"No matter how bright the stars are, they will disappear when it gets light."

Lin Bei finished speaking these words, which sounded like a death sentence, in a calm tone.

He then stopped looking at anyone from Love and the Academy.

He strode forward, as if taking a leisurely stroll, and passed directly between Moroboshi Yasuie and Asuka Makoto.

The entire Xiangbei team followed closely behind.

As Rukawa Kaede passed by Moroboshi Dai, he let out a very soft, cold sneer.

Sakuragi Hanamichi then arrogantly made a throat-slitting gesture.

Miyagi Ryota gave a cold glance to Asuka Makoto, whose face was ashen.

A frenzy of red and black intertwined with red and white starlight in the corridor.

The two teams, going in opposite directions, neither turned back.

But in that suffocatingly oppressive atmosphere, everyone knew one thing clearly.

A fierce battle is sure to follow this afternoon.

……

Practice field.

"Squeak—squeak—!"

The soles of the sneakers rubbed violently against the wooden floor, making a screeching sound.

Miyagi Ryota was drenched in sweat.

He lowered his center of gravity to an extremely low position, almost touching the floor, like an orange lightning bolt darting across the three-point line.

Break through on the left, stop abruptly, crossover dribble, and change direction in front of the body!

"Bang!"

The basketball slammed heavily against the backboard, bounced, and landed in his hands.

Miyagi's chest heaved violently, sweat dripping down his jawline and hitting the floor.

Not fast enough... We need to be even faster!

In his mind, the insulting gesture of Asuka Shin's level chin in the corridor during the day kept replaying.

And that chilling sarcasm.

"That damned bastard!"

Miyagi's eyes were bloodshot, and his teeth were clenched so tightly they were grinding together.

He took possession of the ball again, accelerating at full speed.

He made a desperate sprint toward the empty basket.

Just as he was about to jump for a layup.

"Snapped!"

A can of ice-cold sports drink flew straight from the sidelines, and Miyagi instinctively reached out and caught it.

The force of the impact disrupted Miyagi's rhythm. He stumbled and stopped, turning his head away in annoyance.

The dark entrance to the stadium.

Mitsui Hisashi leaned against the door frame with his hands in his pockets.

He looked at the panting Miyagi and burst out laughing:

"What's wrong?"

"You got your mentality completely shattered by a few trash words from a first-grader?"

Mitsui slowly walked onto the court.

Those eyes, which had experienced the abyss and then regained the light, shone with sharpness.

"Mitsui-senpai..."

Miyagi gripped the drink can tightly, his voice hoarse, "Asuka is indeed fast, and..."

"So what?"

Mitsui snorted coldly, walked up to Miyagi, and looked down at him.

"If you get bitten by a dog, are you going to lie down on the ground and bite it back?"

Miyagi suddenly looked up, his face full of astonishment.

Mitsui stretched out his fist and lightly punched Miyagi in the chest.

"Don't waste your breath on him, use your speed to completely crush him on the court!"

"Let him see who the most dazzling lightning bolt in Kanagawa, and even the whole country, really is!"

Miyagi was stunned.

A few seconds later, the gloom in his eyes was ignited by the fervent flames.

"Understood."

Miyagi opened the can, tilted his head back, and drank the icy beverage in one gulp.

"This afternoon, I made sure he couldn't even see my taillights!"

at the same time.

"Knock knock".

Lin Bei pushed open the door and went straight into Coach Anzai's room.

Coach Anzai was holding a cup of hot tea, a kind smile on his round face.

"Hehehe... Lin Bei, aren't you going to take a break at noon?"

Lin Bei didn't waste any words.

He put his hands in his pockets, pulled out a crumpled piece of white paper, and casually slapped it on the coffee table.

"Coach, this is a 'big gift' I've prepared for Love and Harmony Academy."

Coach Anzai pushed up his reflective glasses and looked down.

It was a hand-drawn tactical diagram.

There are no traditional running routes or screen/setup markings on it.

Only a chaotic jumble of crisscrossing arrows cutting through the halfway line like a storm!

"This is..." Coach Anzai's glasses flashed with a sharp light.

"Ultimate Chaos Battle"

Lin Bei pulled out a chair and sat down, his eyes revealing absolute control.

"The Love and Academy system is rigorous, meticulously refined by Morohoshi, much like a precision instrument."

"Fighting a positional war with them and falling into their rhythm will exhaust us."

Lin Bei's lips curled into a wicked smile.

"Therefore, we need to muddy the waters."

"Abandon conventional positioning, utilize Miyagi's speed and the team's overall ferocity to drag the game into complete chaos."

"In the chaos of battle, use your absolute individual talent to tear apart their defenses!"

"A direct, dimensional reduction attack!"

Coach Anzai looked at the blueprints and remained silent for a moment.

He then picked up his teacup, blew on the tea leaves, and revealed a satisfied yet unfathomable smile.

"Oh ho ho ho... Let's do it your way."

"What these kids are best at is breaking the rules."

……

The scene changes.

Inside a luxury gym on the other side of Hiroshima.

The air was thick with the smell of hormones and sweat.

"Drink—ah!"

With a roar, the heavy barbell plates clanged against each other.

Aihe Academy's original power forward, Tiemenshan!

He lay on the bench press, violently lifting a 160-kilogram barbell.

He is 195 cm tall, with bulging muscles and prominent veins on his arms.

Having trained in sumo, his core strength is terrifying, and his lower body is as stable as tree roots.

"Bang!" The barbell slammed back onto the support.

Tiemenshan suddenly sat up, his eyes bloodshot, and grinned maliciously at himself in the mirror.

"Red-haired kid... Sakuragi Hanamichi, right?"

He stretched out his large, calloused hands and made a crushing motion in mid-air, the knuckles cracking.

"Just because you beat that idiot Mikio, you think you can dominate the paint?"

"Tomorrow, I'll use sumo wrestling power to completely crush that red-haired bastard under the basket!"