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

Ryota Kise was already flying in the air at some point.

He had a sunny smile on his face, but his eyes were as cold as ice.

"Uncle, you're too slow."

"I've seen through it all."

Kise's long, slender arm drew a brutal arc in the air.

"Snapped!"

A very crisp popping sound.

Kise's palm slapped the basketball hard.

He swatted away Mitsui's sure-fire three-pointer right back the way it came!

"My shot... got blocked?"

Mitsui stumbled when he landed.

His eyes were filled with shock, as if he had seen a ghost.

How is that possible?

So high?

The moment Kise landed, it was as if his toes were springs.

He scooped up the basketball and, in a flash, launched a fast break.

"Don't even think about going there!"

Rukawa Kaede gritted his teeth, a frenzied fighting spirit burning in his eyes.

He unleashed a terrifying speed in pursuit, relentlessly chasing Kise from the side and rear.

"Don't underestimate Shohoku!"

Rukawa Kaede jumped early beyond the three-point line, ready to retaliate with a similar block.

Kise suddenly slammed on the brakes outside the three-point line.

He didn't break through or make a layup.

He just turned around and gave Rukawa a bright smile, his handsome face full of sarcasm.

Immediately afterwards, Kise jumped up with both feet, holding the ball above his head with both hands.

"That pose!"

"Are you kidding me!"

Jin Soichiro, standing in the stands, was completely dumbfounded.

Take-off amplitude.

Elbow lift angle.

Even the subtle force used when flicking the ball with the fingers.

Kise's current movements are exactly the same as Mitsui Hisashi's just now!

This is a pixel-perfect replica!

The basketball traced a beautiful arc in the air.

Even the rotation frequency is exactly the same as Mitsui's.

"Whoosh!"

The hollow part went into the net, and the crisp sound sent chills down your spine.

Score 0:5!

"He actually...stole the mistress's secret weapon!"

Miyagi gasped, a chill running down his spine.

I only glanced at it and...

This talent is just too outrageous.

Mitsui stood in the backstage area, his hands trembling slightly.

Your prized trump card was taken away by someone else with just a glance.

This is practically a public execution of a marksman's dignity.

"Don't panic!"

"Take it slow, penetrate the paint, and get the rhythm back!"

Akagi Takenori let out a deafening roar.

He was like an enraged gorilla.

With heavy steps, he blocked the position deep inside the Imperial Light Forbidden Zone.

Give me the ball!

Miyagi took a deep breath and lobbed the ball high to Akagi in the paint.

Akagi gripped the ball tightly with both hands, then thrust his back backward with tremendous force.

The core strength, enhanced through special training in Chicago, erupted completely at this moment.

"Don't think that just because you're tall you can do whatever you want!"

"Step back!"

boom!

Akagi's broad back slammed into Murasakibara Atsushi's chest.

It produced a sickeningly loud thud as muscles collided.

However, Akagi's heart was completely broken.

His full-force blow, which was enough to send Morishige Hiroshi flying, struck Murasakibara as if he had hit a reinforced concrete wall.

Murasakibara Atsushi's massive 2.08-meter frame remained completely still.

Murasakibara looked down at Akagi, who was covered in sweat.

His eyelids were drooping, and he even yawned out of boredom.

"Uncle, are you tickling me?"

"You're too weak. You're not even as strong as I am when I crush potato chips."

"asshole!"

Akagi felt that the captain's dignity had been trampled on.

He suddenly turned around forcefully and used all his strength to lift the ball high into the air.

Turn around and hook your arm!

This is the most difficult move for a center to block under the basket.

"Get in!"

Akagi roared furiously.

A hint of impatience flashed in Murasakibara Atsushi's eyes.

"Honestly, it's so noisy."

His terrifyingly long arm, over two meters long, suddenly swung out.

The bullet's speed is ridiculously fast.

There's absolutely no need for prediction; it's a complete game-changer due to the static nature of the talent.

"Snapped!"

A loud bang, like a firecracker exploding.

Murasakibara's huge hand slapped the basketball hard.

A volleyball-style block!

The basketball, accompanied by a whistling sound, flew directly over the scorer's table.

It crashed heavily into the front row of reporters.

A flurry of screams erupted from the scene.

Akagi remained frozen in place, his hand still hooked around the hook.

Sweat dripped down his resolute chin.

"My power... was completely crushed?"

How is that possible!

"Gorilla!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi saw this and his eyes instantly reddened.

This time, Sakuragi didn't jump up and yell like he usually does.

He strode over to Akagi's side.

He exuded a terrifyingly violent aura.

"Gorilla!"

Sakuragi stared intently at Murasakibara Atsushi, his knuckles cracking.

"Leave this guy to me."

"This genius is determined to crush this purple-haired monster today!"

Murasakibara glanced at Sakuragi lazily.

He pulled a delicious bar from his basketball shorts pocket and put it in his mouth.

"Oh? Another monkey."

"Let's finish this quickly, I want to go back."

The referee blew the whistle to indicate the ball was out of bounds.

Shohoku's baseline inbound pass was intercepted halfway by Akashi, who had been waiting.

The basketball was passed to Midorima Shintaro, who was near his own free throw line.

Midorima pushed up his black-rimmed glasses.

The thick white bandage wrapped around his left hand gave off an eerie sense of ritual.

He looked up at the basketball hoop on the other end of the court.

"Cancer is the luckiest sign today."

"Therefore, I will never miss a shot."

Midorima completely ignored the gazes of everyone present.

He immediately adopted the standard shooting posture.

Squat down.

Take off.

Raise the ball.

"Oh no!"

"That's...!"

"Stop him!"

Mitsui and Miyagi shouted at the same time.

The terrifying images that had just appeared on the big screen kept flashing through their minds.

That was a three-pointer covering the entire court!

However, it was too late.

That's too far.

Shohoku's defense didn't even have time to retreat to their own half.

They could only watch helplessly as Midorima jumped in his own half of the court.

Midorima's fingers moved the basketball with extreme gentleness.

The basketball, spinning intensely, soared into the sky.

It was an extremely high parabola that almost touched the dome of the stadium.

The tens of thousands of audience members fell silent instantly.

All eyes were fixed on the orange basketball.

Time seemed to stretch out infinitely.

After landing, Midorima didn't even glance at the basket.

Turn around immediately.

That confident back view is just the epitome of swagger.

"Whoosh!"

A remarkably ethereal sound of a ball hitting the net echoed leisurely through the deathly silent stadium.

Hollow into the network!

A three-pointer hit from the entire court!

Score 0:8!

"Aaaaaaahh ...

After a brief moment of deathly silence, the audience erupted in chaos.

"In! In!"

"What kind of insane distance is this?! How is this possible?!"

"This guy's using cheat codes!"

The entire stadium erupted in utter madness.

The Shohoku bench, however, was completely silent.

Kogure slumped into a chair, his lips pale.

Ayako covered her mouth tightly, not even noticing that the notebook had fallen to the ground.

Coach Anzai's gaze behind his glasses was extremely serious.

His fingers gripped the pants tightly on his thighs.

Only Linbei.

He remained seated on the bench with his arms crossed.

Looking at the score on the big screen, a cold smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Is this... the Generation of Miracles?"