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

The black text on the white background of the newspaper was glaringly obvious.

This arrogant statement, which put all teams underfoot, immediately ignited the tension in the meeting room.

Sakuragi Hanamichi stared intently at Morishige Hiroshi, who was stealing the spotlight on the screen.

His red hair looked as if it were on fire.

Intense hostility churned wildly within his chest.

This spotlight should rightfully belong to this genius.

"hateful."

Sakuragi gritted his teeth and exhaled heavily through his nostrils.

"This guy stole all the limelight."

Just then.

A soft chuckle rang out from the corner.

Lin Bei grabbed a tissue and slowly wiped his hands.

He didn't even glance at Morishige Hiroshi on the screen.

"That's enough to scare you."

Lin Bei's voice still had that casual and lazy tone.

But it was exceptionally clear in the quiet conference room.

He stood up and walked to the television.

I lightly tapped the screen with my finger.

"Relying solely on physical strength to charge around recklessly."

"No footwork, no finesse in shooting."

"Their offensive tactics are extremely limited."

"This kind of person doesn't even deserve to be called a monster."

Lin Bei turned his head.

His eyes revealed absolute coldness and confidence.

"He's just an overdeveloped fat guy who relies solely on his physique to play basketball."

This sentence is like a stabilizing force.

It directly shattered the sense of fear that permeated the air.

Sakuragi Hanamichi's eyes lit up.

He immediately echoed loudly, as if he had found his people.

"Ha ha ha ha."

"Master is right."

Sakuragi put his hands on his hips, tilted his head back, and laughed wildly.

"He's just a fat guy who relies on his physique to play basketball, what's there to be afraid of?"

"As long as this genius is under the basket, he won't get a single point."

Rukawa glanced at Sakuragi.

"There's no need to brag here."

Rukawa Kaede's sharp tongue always strikes on time.

Sakuragi immediately jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

Rukawa Kaede completely ignored him.

He simply stared coldly at Morishige Hiroshi on the screen.

"I'm going to beat him to a pulp."

The two started bickering as usual.

But the atmosphere was no longer tense.

After the battle with Sannoh, their relationship became more like that of two rivals who refused to admit defeat to each other.

Akagi Takenori crossed his arms and coughed suddenly.

"Quiet."

The captain's authority immediately put the situation under control.

Akagi looked at everyone with a solemn expression.

"Lin Bei is right, we cannot be afraid before the battle even begins."

"But while we may despise it strategically, we must take it seriously tactically."

"Morishige Hiroshi's strength and physique are indeed a huge threat."

"If we encounter heavy inside players in the upcoming games, we must have effective countermeasures."

Lin Bei had his hands in his pockets.

Images of his previous battles against Love and Academy flashed through his mind.

The one who tried to crush his Iron Gate Mountain with the power of a sumo wrestler.

In the end, he was easily knocked away by the inch-force of Bajiquan.

Pure brute force is no match for true core strength and skill.

Lin Bei looked at Sakuragi, who was still glaring angrily at Rukawa.

"Sakuragi".

Lin Bei suddenly spoke.

Sakuragi was stunned for a moment.

"Change your clothes and grab your sneakers."

Lin Bei walked to the door and pushed it open without turning his head.

"To the training facility."

"I'm in a good mood today, so I'll give you a special treat."

Sakuragi Hanamichi paused for two seconds.

Then a deafening cheer erupted.

"Oh ho ho ho".

"See that, you dead fox? This is how geniuses are treated."

Half an hour later.

Inside a high-end rented basketball court in downtown Hiroshima.

The sneakers made a sharp, piercing squeaking sound as they rubbed against the wooden floor.

Lin Bei booked the entire place.

It was so quiet that the only sound was the impact of the basketball.

The Shohoku team members were stretching on the side.

Haruko Akagi and the Sakuragi Army sat in the stands by the court.

Lin Bei took off his coat.

She was only wearing a black, tight-fitting sports vest.

The smooth muscle lines, illuminated by the overhead lights, exude an explosive sense of power.

He was juggling a basketball in his hand, standing on the edge of the restricted area.

"The stupidest thing to do when dealing with a heavy-handed center is to try to overpower them with brute force."

Lin Bei stared at Sakuragi Hanamichi, who was standing ready in front of him.

"They are heavy and have a low chassis."

"If your center of gravity is higher than theirs, you'll fly away if you're touched."

Sakuragi took a deep breath.

He immediately adopted the squatting toilet defense technique he had learned during his special training.

With legs spread wide apart, the center of gravity is lowered to an extremely low position.

Spread your arms out to protect your sides.

"very good."

"But simply lowering the center of gravity isn't enough."

A sharp glint flashed in Lin Bei's eyes.

"You need to learn to use your core to absorb force and your waist to neutralize impact."

"Brute force is a joke in the face of absolute skill."

The voice just fell.

Lin Bei suddenly leaped up from the ground.

He didn't use any fancy dribbling moves.

It's like a heavy armored vehicle that's out of control.

With violent kinetic energy, he slammed his shoulder directly into Sakuragi's chest.

This moment.

Lin Bei perfectly integrated the neutralizing force of Tai Chi and the iron-mountain leaning technique of Bajiquan into the competitive aspect of basketball.

boom.

A dull thud of muscles colliding echoed through the empty arena.

Sakuragi Hanamichi felt as if his chest had been struck hard by a ten-thousand-ton hammer.

His breathing stopped abruptly.

He slid backward more than a meter uncontrollably.

Two glaring black marks were left by his feet on the wooden floor.

Eventually, the balance is lost.

He fell heavily onto the floor.

"ikebana."

Yohei Mito exclaimed in surprise from the stands.

Takamiya Nozomi was so startled that she dropped all the snacks she was holding on the ground.

The intensity of this confrontation is just too exaggerated.

"Too weak."

Lin Bei looked down at the grimacing Sakuragi.

"Your strength is all concentrated in your shoulders."

"His legs didn't dig into the floor like tree roots."

"When faced with true overwhelming power, you won't last even a second."

Sakuragi gritted his teeth.

He endured the excruciating pain in his chest.

He pushed himself up from the floor with both hands and stood up like a spring.

I cursed inwardly, "Is this bastard trying to kill me?"

But this genius will never admit defeat.

"Stop rambling."

"This genius was just unprepared."

Sakuragi wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his eyes turning incredibly fierce.

"Again."

boom.

He was knocked away again.

"Lower your center of gravity a little more."

boom.

This time they retreated half a step, but were still overturned.

"Don't use your chest to push against it; use your waist to deflect the force."

Time passed by, second by second.

The air in the training hall felt like it was about to burst into flames.

The rigorous Spartan-style training continues in a constant cycle.

Sakuragi Hanamichi is like a tireless punching bag.

He was repeatedly and cruelly knocked away by Lin Bei.

But each time he gets up even faster.

Sakuragi's red jersey was completely soaked with sweat.

There was already a noticeable layer of water stains on the wooden floor.

His legs were trembling slightly due to excessive blood flow to the muscles.

But those eyes burned with a fervent light more intense than the sun.

Without the slightest hesitation.

Only an extreme desire for victory.

Akagi Takenori, watching from the sidelines, was terrified.

He asked himself what would happen if he were subjected to repeated impacts of that intensity.

Even one's physical strength and willpower may not be able to withstand it.

But this beginner, this red-haired problem child.

Yet it is evolving at a speed visible to the naked eye.