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

fingertip.

Sakuragi's calloused fingertips reached their limit.

The orange basketball was somehow teleported a short distance towards his palm.

It's like a portion of space has been deleted.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound of the ball being struck echoed throughout the stadium.

Although it only touched the ball's surface.

Although Rodman realized it in the next second.

With sheer force, he slammed Sakuragi away before landing, fiercely protecting the ball.

But he encountered it.

In the hands of the NBA's all-time leading rebounder.

He snatched the ball from the jaws of death using his superhuman jumping ability!

"thump."

Sakuragi crashed heavily to the floor, panting heavily, feeling like his bones were about to fall apart.

Under the basket.

Rodman held the ball and stood still.

He looked at the red-haired boy on the ground, panting heavily, yet still staring at him like a hungry wolf.

The shock in his eyes was impossible to hide.

"This kid's knees... are they fucking springs in them?"

"And what just happened? How did the ball teleport?"

Rodman cursed inwardly.

This kind of continuous jumping that completely ignores the impact of landing is something he has never heard of, even in the NBA, where wild animals abound.

This kid... seems to have some talent!

A moment of silence.

Rodman casually slammed the ball into Sakuragi's stomach.

He looked down at Sakuragi, his mockery gone, replaced by an arrogant and fanatical expression of approval.

"You've got some talent, you newbie."

Rodman twisted his neck, and his bones cracked.

The laughter was even more cruel than before.

"Over the next few days, I'll personally teach you what true hell under the basket really is."

The show has just begun.

Sakuragi Hanamichi clutched his stomach and struggled to his feet from the floor.

Instead of backing down, he grinned and revealed an extremely arrogant smile, then slammed the ball back to Rodman.

"Bring it on."

"This genius will never lose to you!"

……

a few days later.

Sakuragi Hanamichi leaned against the basketball hoop pillar, panting heavily.

He felt every muscle in his body was protesting wildly.

After several days of grueling training, Rodman would take him down with all sorts of unbelievable dirty tricks whenever he entered the paint.

My thigh went numb from being hit by the knee.

My lower back is sore and painful from being hit so hard.

His shorts were almost ripped off several times, and his whole body ached as if he had been run over by a truck.

But Sakuragi didn't go berserk on the spot.

His eyes, on the contrary, were as cold as ice, with a volcano about to erupt hidden in their depths.

"This green-haired monster's tactics are dirtier than street fighting..."

Sakuragi gritted his teeth, staring intently at Rodman, who was drinking water not far away.

"But what does it matter as long as we win?"

"This genius possesses the universe's number one learning ability!"

He clenched his fists, his mind replaying Rodman's extremely subtle movements.

Since we can't avoid them, we might as well learn all these underhanded tricks.

Use their own methods against them!

"Hey, red-haired brat, can't you get up already?"

"I've already taken your money, and I won't refund it if you don't learn it."

Rodman threw away the water bottle and strode back to the basket.

His muscles glistened with sweat, and his eyes remained arrogant, as if he were eyeing his prey.

"Come on, let me see if your knees can still jump today!"

Sakuragi suddenly stood up and went to meet him without showing any weakness.

Their chests collided heavily, producing a dull thud.

"Enough talk, today this genius is going to grab the rebound over your head!"

Rodman burst out laughing, revealing a slightly sinister smile.

"Rebounding isn't just about jumping, you little redhead!"

Rodman shoved Sakuragi away, his body sinking down, his center of gravity incredibly low.

"Use your lower body and your brain!"

"Predict where the ball will land, and cling to it like a wild dog guarding its food!"

He was putting up a fierce defensive maneuver.

He subtly pressed the outside of his thigh against Sakuragi's knee joint.

"Also, don't think that petty tricks are beneath you."

"Unless the referee blows the whistle, that's the rule of survival on the field!"

"Stop lecturing this genius!" Sakuragi roared.

At the top of the arc, Lin Bei held the ball, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Watch closely." Lin Bei casually tossed it aside.

The basketball traced a very high arc before slamming heavily against the front edge of the rim.

"when!"

The basketball bounced outwards.

Rodman used the same trick again, sticking his huge buttocks out, trying to push Sakuragi out of the penalty area once more.

But this time, he didn't crash into a wall, but into thin air!

At the moment Rodman exerted his strength.

Sakuragi's terrifying learning ability and beastly intuition are a perfect match.

Instead of resisting head-on, his waist buckled and he took a half-step back.

Remove the chairs!

Rodman missed a step and stumbled backward uncontrollably.

In those fractions of a second when he lost his balance, Sakuragi's eyes hardened.

His left hand was placed very discreetly against Rodman's lower back.

Using the force of the other person leaning back, give them a gentle push.

This is exactly the dirty trick Rodman used on him a couple of days ago, a perfect replica!

"What?!" Rodman's pupils contracted.

Using the reaction force from the push, Sakuragi's legs, like springs compressed to their limit, suddenly burst forth.

He leaped up from beside Rodman, his long arms drawing a red lightning bolt in the air.

"Snapped!"

A crisp, loud bang.

Under Rodman's massive frame, Sakuragi gripped the orange basketball tightly with one hand.

The initial crisis of always being squeezed out of the restricted area has been resolved.

"Rebound count, 1 to 999!" Sakuragi landed, steadily protecting the ball.

He gave Rodman a smug smile.

This was after he had been tortured for two consecutive days.

For the first time, I truly snatched an offensive rebound from the head of this all-time rebounding king!

The small burst of pleasure after extreme frustration completely ignited Sakuragi's blood.

Rodman steadied himself, stared at his empty hands, and paused for two seconds.

Then he burst into laughter.

"Well done, you philandering stray cat!"

Sakuragi held the ball, ignoring Rodman's taunts.

It was as if a lightning bolt had cleaved through the fog that had shrouded him in confusion.

This is an advanced version of the "removing the chair" move taught by Rodman.

There are also techniques that utilize the opponent's weight and center of gravity to counterattack.

Isn't this the perfect key to restraining that fat pig, Morishige Hiroshi?!

Sakuragi's eyes widened in ecstasy, the sudden realization sending shivers down his spine.

The monster that sent him flying just by walking down the corridor.

Its greatest strength lies in its unruly weight and power.

If it's a head-on clash, Sakuragi is indeed at a disadvantage right now.

But what if we use this method of dissipating force from the lower body and inducing a collapse of the center of gravity?

Once Morishige Hiroshi's brute force loses its footing.

That enormous weight would become his most fatal weakness!

"Hahahaha!"

Sakuragi threw his head back and burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the empty arena.

"That fat bastard!"

"See you next time, this genius will make sure you tumble and crawl off the court!"