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

Akagi Takenori's taut thigh muscles suddenly exploded.

He was launched into the air like an arrow released from a bow.

He wants to win so badly.

I really want to prove on this stage that Shohoku is not a pushover.

Akagi's pupils were fixed intently on the basketball.

His fingertips touched the surface of the sphere the instant it reached its highest point, or even before it began to fall.

"Snapped!"

Almost simultaneously, the referee blew his whistle again.

"White No. 4!"

"Jump ball violation!"

The referee made a ruthless gesture, awarding possession of the ball directly to Xiangyang.

Takenori Akagi stood frozen in place, maintaining the posture of jumping and slapping the ball.

"Waaaaaahh ...

On the other side of the stands, the sea of ​​green instantly boiled over.

"Shohoku! Shohoku! Shohoku!"

The deafening cheers crashed against Akagi's face like a tidal wave, making him feel a suffocating dizziness.

"What violation?"

"I've already got the ball!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi stared wide-eyed at Akagi with disbelief.

Akagi gritted his teeth, sweat trickling down his resolute face.

"Don't worry about it, Akagi!"

"Back up!"

Mitsui Hisashi clapped his hands and shouted loudly, trying to calm the troops.

On the stands, the expressions of the Ryonan team members turned serious.

"This is bad..."

Jun Uozumi's massive body leaned slightly forward, his brows furrowed into a "川" shape.

"Even Akagi, who is usually as calm as a rock, made such a basic mistake, which shows how much pressure he is under."

Sendoh Akira, twisting the cap off the lemonade bottle, said casually:

"After all, it's the last year."

"However, if Shohoku is overwhelmed by Shoyo's momentum from the start, they might collapse without even having a chance to fight back."

On the court, Shohoku began their attack.

The player in control of the ball is number 9, Ito Taku.

Ryota Miyagi lowered his center of gravity, his eyes fixed on his opponent, trying to use his speed to steal the ball.

But as soon as he got close, he felt a huge shadow loom over him.

Taku Ito is 180 cm tall, while Miyagi is only 168 cm tall.

That 12-centimeter difference is an insurmountable gap on the basketball court.

What's even more alarming is that this is only the shortest starter for Xiangyang.

"Tch, shorty."

Ito Taku's lips curled into a disdainful smile, without making any fancy dribbling moves.

He simply held the basketball high with both hands.

Ryota Miyagi desperately tiptoed and waved his arms, like a child trying to reach for candy, but he couldn't even touch the other person's elbow.

"hateful……"

Miyagi gritted his teeth, his eyes blazing with fury.

"Whoosh—"

The basketball flew right over Miyagi's head.

A high parabola easily crossed Xiangbei's first line of defense.

Inside, through ball receiving in a flower-shaped pattern.

He had his back to the basket, with Takenori Akagi standing behind him.

"If we can keep this guy under control, we still have a chance!"

Akagi Takenori felt the weight, and a fierce glint flashed in his eyes.

In terms of strength, he is absolutely confident that he is second to none!

"Drink!"

Akagi let out a low growl, pressing his chest firmly against Hanagata's back.

However, Hanagata did not choose a head-on back-to-the-basket singles match like Uozumi.

He pushed up his black-rimmed glasses, and a glint of light flashed behind the lenses.

Turn around.

Take off.

The body leans back dramatically in the air.

Akagi Takenori's block had reached its limit, his arms covering the sky.

But the flower-shaped body seemed boneless, floating backward with supple grace, the basketball in its hand lightly flicked at its fingertips.

"Whoosh!"

A crisp sound of swishing a net.

The basketball went through the net cleanly.

2: 0.

"Wow! Hanagata! Hanagata!"

The cheerleading squad from Xiangyang erupted once again, their shouts deafening.

"It's...it's a lie, right?"

On the Shohoku bench, Yasuda, Shiozaki, and others stared in disbelief.

"That guy with glasses is clearly 197 centimeters tall, how come his movements are so graceful?"

"A fadeaway jumper? A center doing a fadeaway?"

This completely overturned their understanding of the center position.

In their impression.

A center should be like Akagi or Uozumi, battling it out under the basket and finishing the game with a dunk.

Such delicate, guard-like technique has appeared in a giant.

"This is troublesome."

On the Ryonan coaching bench, Shigeichi Taoka stood with his arms crossed, his gaze sharp as an eagle's.

"This match is not just about winning or losing, but also about the battle for the title of Kanagawa's best center."

"Akagi Takenori is a typical power-type center, while Hanagata Toru is the epitome of a soft center."

"If Akagi cannot adapt to Hanagata's style of play, Shohoku's inside pillar will collapse."

Hikoichi Aida frantically took notes: "A flexible center... Toru Hanagata... Unbelievable!"

The shift from offense to defense.

Shohoku launches an attack.

Ryota Miyagi dribbled the ball up the court, and the sight before him filled him with despair.

The green jerseys stretched out in one continuous line, resembling an impenetrable city wall.

Shohoku's defensive formation is very strange.

It looks like a coordinated defense, but everyone is actually watching their own people.

No matter which direction the palace lady looked in, all she could see were arms raised high.

"Damn it, we can't see what's going on inside at all!"

Miyagi is trying to find a way in.

But the four tall players from Xiangyang stood near the restricted area like four pillars, completely filling the restricted area.

"Pass the ball, Ryota!"

Mitsui Hisashi ran to the corner to create an open space and shouted loudly.

Miyagi instinctively wanted to pass the ball.

But the moment he raised his hand, Ito Takuya in front of him also raised his hand.

This gesture completely blocked Miyagi's passing vision.

"hateful!"

Miyagi was forced to stop the ball and could only pass it back to Rukawa, who came up to receive it.

Rukawa Kaede receives the ball and faces defensive specialist Hasegawa Kazushi.

He is 190 cm tall and has a long wingspan.

Hasegawa was like a giant spider web, covering all of Rukawa's attack routes.

Rukawa Kaede remained expressionless, lowered his center of gravity, and attempted to force his way through using speed.

"Bang! Bang!"

The sound of the basketball hitting the ground was rapid and powerful.

Rukawa Kaede feinted to the right, then accelerated to the left.

If it were an ordinary opponent, they would have already been shaken off by this move.

But Hasegawa simply took a step to the side, using his long legs to instantly block Rukawa's path.

"Don't underestimate Shohoku's defense."

Hasegawa said coldly, his eyes icy.

Rukawa Kaede frowned slightly, forced to stop abruptly, and tried to pass the ball to Akagi in the paint.

"Whoosh!"

The basketball had just left Rukawa's fingertips.

A long arm suddenly reached out from the side.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound.

The basketball was intercepted mid-air.

It's Shohoku's number 7, Nagano Mitsuru.

"What?!"

Rukawa Kaede's pupils contracted slightly.

"Quick attack!"

Kenji Fujima shouted from the sidelines.

Xiangyang's counterattack came like a tidal wave.

Although they are tall, they are not slow at all.

Hanagata Toru receives the pass, jumps directly near the free-throw line, and throws a one-handed floater.

"Whoosh!"

4: 0.