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

That was the ultimate bond, the unreserved trust.

Suddenly, a slightly hoarse female voice came from high up in the audience.

It penetrated the noisy stadium.

"Good fields—!"

"Keep it up!"

Miyagi's pupils suddenly contracted.

He turned to look at the stands in disbelief.

In the crowded throng, a middle-aged woman cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted desperately toward the stadium.

Her eyes were red-rimmed.

Although time has etched wrinkles around her eyes, her expression remains exactly the same as it was before Zongtai left.

It is the mother.

She was devastated by the loss of her eldest son.

For more than a decade, the mother deliberately distanced herself from Liangtian and escaped reality.

At this moment, she stood on the sidelines of the national competition finals.

She poured all her hopes into her only remaining son.

"Mother……"

Miyagi's eyes immediately welled up with tears.

The ice that had been frozen deep in my heart for years shattered at this moment.

The guilt stemming from Sōta's death, and his mother's long-term neglect.

The pain of his original family that suffocated him.

With that shout, the smoke dissipated.

I no longer need to live in Sōta's place.

Even in the dust, sparks can be hidden; in the ordinary, legends can be born!

I am who I am.

I am Ryota Miyagi!

"beep--"

The whistle blew to end the pause.

Miyagi leaped up from the bench and casually tossed the towel behind him.

There was no longer a trace of fear or confusion in his eyes.

Instead, it has become an extremely sharp edge, as if it could cut through steel.

"Go! Blow them up!" Akagi roared.

Serve from the baseline.

Coach Mingpeng was waving his arms wildly on the sidelines.

"Mark him tightly! Don't let him even receive the ball! Make him commit a five-second violation!"

It's still an encirclement.

Meihou's defenders are like a high wall, locking Miyagi firmly in the bottom corner.

Akagi held the ball outside the baseline, sweating profusely.

The countdown has reached three seconds.

Give me the ball!

Miyagi suddenly let out a loud shout.

Just as Akagi passed the ball and released it.

The whole world suddenly slowed down in Miyagi's eyes.

He saw the texture of the defender's muscle contractions.

I saw dust floating in the air.

I saw those four burning hot characters in the palm of my hand.

who am I?

I am the lightning bolt of Shohoku!

Om-!

A dazzling, bright yellow lightning bolt suddenly exploded in Miyagi Ryota's eyes without warning!

The violent bioelectricity instantly pierced through his limbs and bones.

The previously depleted physical energy was forcibly replenished by a surreal force.

Around him, faint, bright yellow afterimages of lightning flickered.

Zone: Lightning Flash!

"Can't receive it!"

Mingpeng's point guard grinned as he lunged at the ball's trajectory.

But the next second, his smile froze completely on his face.

Snapped!

A piercing sonic boom exploded in my ears.

Ryota Miyagi's figure appears as if an in-between frame has been deleted.

He instantly appeared in front of him and firmly caught the ball in his hand.

"What the hell?!"

"Attack from both sides!!"

The defenders immediately moved in, trying to choke him out like they had in the previous round.

But at this moment, Miyagi had gone berserk.

boom! boom! boom!

The sound of basketballs hitting the floor was as dense as a torrential downpour.

Miyagi's physical functions were elevated to an extremely terrifying level by Zone.

He was like an oiled eel.

After a frontal turn, the shoulder is pressed down to its limit at an angle that violates human biomechanics.

Swish!

It transformed into a bright yellow lightning bolt.

He squeezed right under the arms of the two players who were pressed tightly together!

There was no slowdown whatsoever!

"How did he get there?!"

The entire audience erupted in a thunderous scream of horror.

Penetrate the encirclement.

The palace guards moved as if they were in an empty field, heading straight for Meihou's territory.

"Don't even think about it!"

Inside, Morishige Hiroshi, like a demon god descended to earth, had eyes blazing with fire.

He abandoned Sakuragi Hanamichi, dragging his massive body weighing over 100 kilograms.

They lunged fiercely at the palace, which was rushing towards them like moths!

A huge shadow fell directly over the palace.

In the past, Miyagi would have instinctively passed the ball out.

But this time, he did not back down.

Facing that colossal, sky-covering hand.

Ryota Miyagi burst out laughing and stomped his right foot heavily on the floor.

He actually took the initiative to jump towards Morishige Hiroshi!

"court death!"

Morishige Hiroshi roared and slapped down with his large hand.

The two were on the verge of colliding in mid-air.

Miyagi's body paused strangely in mid-air.

Holding the basketball in his right hand, he flicked his wrist very gently before Morishige Hiroshi's arm reached him.

A throw with an extremely high arc.

The basketball flew past Morishige Hiroshi's fingertips.

It drew a rainbow-like arc in the sky above the stadium.

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the orange-red ball.

Swish!

The water splashes everywhere as the net is pierced through the hollow!

"We're in!!!"

"Good heavens! Right in front of Morishige Hiroshi's throw!"

"He single-handedly tore apart Mingpeng's tight defensive line!!"

The Shohoku bench erupted in chaos.

Takamiya Nozomi and the others were so excited that they overturned their chairs.

Ayako covered her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes.

Miyagi's mother, standing in the stands, clutched her chest and wept uncontrollably.

The surrounding audience cast admiring glances at her.

There was no celebration after the palace was landed.

He simply turned his head and gave a cold glance at the Mingpeng defense group behind him.

That cold gaze was as if he were looking at a flock of lambs to the slaughter.

"Defense is something..."

Miyagi raised his finger and gently tapped his temple.

"This is too slow! Haven't you guys eaten?"

From this moment on, Mingpeng's proud high-pressure defense line began to crumble.

Ryota Miyagi completely breaks free from his psychological shackles.

With the Zone status activated, it transforms into a perfect tearing machine.

He sometimes breaks through and scores like lightning.

Sometimes he uses extremely tricky behind-the-back passes or no-look passes.

Easily tear apart Mingpeng's defensive net.

Rukawa Kaede's alley-oop, Sakuragi Hanamichi's slam dunk, Mitsui Hisashi's cold-blooded three-pointer.

Under Miyagi's orchestration, the entire Shohoku team's offense flowed smoothly and was unstoppable!

He experienced the ultimate feeling of being a true "assist king".

Mingpeng Industrial was overwhelmed by this fierce counterattack, and the score was quickly widened.

"Damn it...damn it!"

Near halftime, Morishige Hiroshi was panting heavily, his hands on his knees.

His eyes were bloodshot.

For the first time, that invincible rule of violence felt a profound powerlessness in the face of this army.

He straightened up angrily and wiped the sweat from his chin.

He turned his head, looking for an opportunity to retaliate.

However, just as his gaze crossed the halfway line and landed on the Shohoku camp.

Morishige Hiroshi's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints.

Every hair on my body stood on end at that moment!

His breathing suddenly stopped.

Because it was at the edge of his line of sight.

Lin Bei, number 16 from Xiangbei, who had been standing on the sidelines the whole time and was selectively ignored by them.

He was slowly taking off his training clothes.

As Lin Bei stood up.

An extremely terrifying sense of oppression, as if it came from the abyss.

It is moving with overwhelming force.

It swept across the entire stadium.