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

A cold, emotionless voice boomed across the restricted area.

Kenji Tsurumi, the star center of Aiwa Academy!

He had quietly and silently let go of Akagi Takenori.

Like a ghost crawling out of hell, it appeared precisely on Miyagi Ryota's breakthrough path.

Kenji Tsurumi not only possesses an imposing physique, but also a terrifying 215-centimeter wingspan.

He didn't even need to jump very high; he just stood there coldly.

In mid-air, Miyagi had nowhere to hide, and his brain was working frantically.

He tried to find a route in the blink of an eye to bounce the ball to Sakuragi Hanamichi.

But everywhere you looked was filled with Tsurumi Kenji's enormous body.

"hateful!"

Miyagi gritted his teeth and twisted his waist in mid-air, trying to push the ball out through Tsurumi Kenji's ribs.

"Bang--!"

A terrifyingly loud bang.

A cruel glint flashed across Tsurumi Kenji's cold face as his long arm lashed down like a whip.

He slapped away the basketball that Miyagi had just shot, along with all his hopes, sending it flying!

The powerful reaction force even caused Miyagi to lose her balance in the air.

"Shorty, you should stay on the ground."

Kenji Tsurumi looked down at Miyagi, who had fallen to the ground in a disheveled state.

His eyes were filled with undisguised contempt and mockery.

A massive shadow completely engulfed the palace.

The basketball, swatted away, soared high into the air like a wild horse, heading straight for the "GG" sign outside the sideline.

It was about to fly out of bounds.

Aiwa's players had even relaxed their muscles, preparing to turn and retreat to defend.

"It's not over yet!"

A guttural roar, filled with an indomitable fighting spirit as if he were about to vomit blood, suddenly resounded throughout the entire arena!

Miyagi Ryota did not hesitate for a moment.

His legs felt like they were made of springs.

He was reckless, like a cannonball fired from a gun.

He lunged forward towards the basketball that was about to disappear out of bounds!

His body stretched to the limit of human bones in mid-air.

Fingertips reached desperately for that orange-red ball.

"thump!"

One tenth of a second before his body slammed heavily onto the hard GG sign outside the court.

With his amazing flexibility and obsession with possession of the ball, Miyagi managed to hook the ball back.

With the last bit of strength in his body, he slammed his fist into the leg of Kenji Tsurumi, who was standing near the sideline.

"Bang!"

The basketball hit Kenji Tsurumi's shin and deflected off the sideline.

"Shohoku has possession of the ball!"

Miyagi scrambled to his feet, supporting himself on one knee with one hand.

His chest heaved violently like a fully drawn bellows as he gasped for breath.

Just now, there was a series of powerful breakthroughs under extreme conditions, setbacks, and desperate diving saves.

This caused his physical strength to be consumed rapidly, exponentially.

Large beads of sweat dripped wildly from his chin onto the floor, splashing up in tiny sprays.

The price he paid for initially resolving the crisis of losing possession of the ball was his legs, which were now sore and trembling.

"Fertile land!"

On the Shohoku bench, Kiminobu Kogure and Ayako stood up anxiously.

"This is bad, Miyagi-kun's stamina is depleting too quickly..."

Coach Anzai pushed up his reflective glasses, his tone revealing deep concern.

Lin Bei remained leaning back in his chair, his eyes slightly narrowed.

Those eyes gleamed with an all-knowing light:

"The absolute disadvantage of height is being magnified infinitely by this high-intensity war of attrition."

"If we can't get over this hurdle..."

On the field, Miyagi received the ball from the sideline and was preparing to launch an attack.

But involuntarily, a memory that he had been suppressing deep in his heart surfaced in his mind.

That was the Battle of Hiroshima, and the man named Kazunari Fukatsu.

The captain of that Sannoh Industrial Company.

That monster with a height of 180 centimeters and an absolutely calm mind!

When facing Fukatsu, there is a suffocating sense of oppression, as if one is tightly entangled in a spider web.

That feeling of despair when even a single passing angle is precisely calculated and completely blocked.

At this moment, it transcends time and space.

The figures overlapped with the towering figures of Number 11 and Tsurumi Kenji in front of him!

"Huff... huff..."

Miyagi's breathing became erratic.

The fingers gripping the basketball turned slightly white from excessive force.

"Could it be...?"

"Am I destined to be a useless player who gets constantly contained whenever I face a tall guard?"

Intense self-doubt, like a cold, slippery venomous snake, slowly crept up his spine.

Miyagi was struggling frantically inside.

Yet I felt as if I were teetering on the edge of an abyss.

The deep shadow cast by the height difference almost completely devoured his remaining confidence.

Just as Miyagi was trapped in a quagmire of self-doubt from which she could not extricate herself.

The coach from the academy on the sidelines keenly noticed his momentary confusion.

A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips as he subtly made a tactical hand signal.

"Contract our defenses!"

"Lock that point guard out the door!"

The Aiwa players were like a sophisticated killing machine, instantly executing the coach's instructions.

The interior players, Tetsuyama and Tsurumi Kenji, expanded outwards like two towering mountains, blocking all routes for interior penetration.

The perimeter defenders, on the other hand, were like a group of sharks that had smelled blood.

This completely severed all passing connections between Miyagi and Rukawa, Mitsui, and others.

Love and coaching have very clear goals.

Completely shut down Miyagi's passing lanes, forcing him into a fatal mistake in despair and suffocation!

Seeing Miyagi Ryota on the field, who seemed isolated from the whole world and surrounded by enemies, Ayako bit her lip in desperation.

She knew this boy too well; she could clearly see the struggle and fear in his eyes.

She knew that if no one pulled him up at this moment, this unruly boy would completely break down.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

Ayako suddenly grabbed the tactical board in her hand.

He pounded on the metal seats of the substitutes' bench without any restraint.

The loud noise sounded unusually crisp and jarring in the noisy stadium.

"Fertile land!"

Ayako cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted at the stadium with all her might.

His voice carried an undisguised, fiery trust and expectation.

"Don't forget who you are!"

"You're the top point guard who defeated Sannoh!"

"Raise your heads and show them what real speed is!"

This roar, accompanied by a violent slam, was like a bolt of lightning tearing through the endless night, slashing open the heavy gloom in Gongcheng's mind!

First point guard... speed...

Miyagi's pupils suddenly contracted.

He slowly raised his head.

His gaze passed over the heavy defenses.

The camera precisely focused on the girl on the bench, waving a paper fan and seeing only her own reflection in her eyes.

"yes……"

"I am the number one point guard."