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

"Waaaaaahh ...

The long-silent Shohoku bench erupted in an instant.

"It's in!! Mitsui!! A three-pointer!!"

Kiminobu Kogure jumped up excitedly, almost knocking his glasses off.

"We've overtaken them! We've overtaken them!" Yasuda and Shiozaki shouted, hugging each other.

On the field.

Mitsui Hisashi maintained his shooting posture, his right hand raised high and gently clenched into a fist.

Then he turned around and gave Akagi a bright smile.

"Well said, Akagi."

Akagi looked at his former teammates, and a smile appeared on his usually resolute face.

"That was a beautiful throw."

The coaching bench of Ryonan University.

Taoka Shigeichi slapped his thigh suddenly, his face showing utter surprise.

"That's it!!"

"How could I have forgotten this?!"

He pointed at the spirited figure on the field, his voice trembling slightly.

"Shoyo miscalculated! Fujima miscalculated!"

"They were so focused on defending Akagi's inside scoring and Miyagi's drives that they overlooked this guy!"

"That former middle school MVP! That sharpshooter with terrifying shooting ability—Mitsui Hisashi!!"

"As long as he's there, Shohoku's extreme, collapsed defense is a recipe for disaster!!"

Sendoh Akira looked at Mitsui, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"Is this Shohoku's trump card...?"

"With Akagi inside, Mitsui outside, and Miyagi and Rukawa in between..."

"This team's offensive power is truly terrifying."

The cheers from Shohoku echoed throughout the stadium.

Miyagi rushed over and high-fived Mitsui: "Mitsui-senpai! That was so satisfying!"

Sakuragi, though a little annoyed at having his spotlight stolen, still shouted, "Hey, you homebody! Not bad!"

however.

Just as the Shohoku team was immersed in the joy of taking the lead.

A powerful aura suddenly emanated from the other end of the court.

The cheering audience gradually quieted down.

Everyone's eyes turned to Xiangyang's rest area without prior arrangement.

There.

Kenji Fujima slowly stood up.

He remained expressionless and reached out to unzip his coat.

"Splash—"

The green and white Shohoku team uniform jacket slipped down, revealing the number 4 jersey underneath.

He bent down and began to stretch his legs to warm up.

The movements weren't fast, but each one was full of power.

"Fuji... Fujima's going to take the stage?!"

Someone in the audience gasped.

"Seriously? The first half isn't even over yet!"

"Looks like they've been pushed to the limit!"

"As long as Fujima plays, Shohoku will be at its complete form!"

When the Xiangyang cheerleaders saw this, they erupted in shouts ten times more enthusiastic than before.

"Fujima! Fujima! Fujima!"

The sound was like a mountain roaring and a tsunami crashing, making people's eardrums ache.

On the field.

Hanagata Toru looked at Fujima, who was warming up, adjusted his glasses, and said in a low voice:

"Finally couldn't hold back anymore...?"

"It seems the warm-up is over."

Shohoku bench.

Lin Bei, who had been yawning, sat up straight.

He looked at the figure doing stretching exercises on the sidelines, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

"Is it finally coming?"

Lin Bei twisted his neck, making a cracking sound.

"Now..."

"That's what a real competition is like."

He turned to look at Coach Anzai.

"Dad, it seems I can't rest any longer."

Coach Anzai chuckled, a flash of white light appearing on his glasses.

"No rush."

"Let the storm rage on!"

……

Shohoku's comeback was like pouring a bucket of cold water into a boiling oil pan.

The explosion instantly reverberated throughout the entire stadium.

The whispers in the audience gradually coalesced into a wave of noise that could not be ignored.

People stared at the man on the court who had just made a three-pointer and was high-fiving his teammates, and the floodgates of memory were suddenly burst open.

"Hey, number 14... I remember now!"

A boy wearing a sports university T-shirt suddenly slapped his thigh.

Pointing at Mitsui Hisashi on the field, his voice trembled with excitement.

"He is Mitsui Hisashi! Absolutely!"

"Mitsui Hisashi? Who's that?" His companion looked blank.

"Idiot! Have you forgotten the county tournament three years ago?"

"That MVP from Takeshi Junior High!"

"The man who turned the tide in the final moments, leading his team to the championship with a godlike three-pointer!"

"I never expected him to be at Shohoku!"

The boy gestured his name with spittle flying everywhere.

These words spread rapidly through the audience like a virus.

"Oh my god, it really is him!"

"That MVP is actually making a comeback?"

"No wonder your form is so beautiful, it's a textbook shot!"

Immediately afterwards, the audience began to re-examine Shohoku's lineup.

Their gaze shifted from initial disdain to amazement, and even awe.

"Look at Shohoku's lineup..."

Some people started counting on their fingers.

"In the paint, we have Akagi Takenori, the best center in the prefecture, and on the perimeter, we have Mitsui Hisashi, the MVP sharpshooter."

"The one controlling the ball is that lightning-fast Ryota Miyagi, plus that rookie Kaede Rukawa who can go toe-to-toe with Shohoku..."

"hiss--"

Gasps of shock rose and fell.

"This configuration is ridiculously luxurious!"

"Shohoku's ability to reach this point is definitely not due to luck."

"This is practically an All-Star caliber starting lineup!"

Hearing the overwhelming praise around him, Sakuragi Hanamichi, standing under the basket, twitched his ears.

He stood with his hands on his hips, a smug smile on his face, and his nostrils flared.

He even deliberately tossed his red hair, waiting for the praise that belonged to a "genius".

However, a second passed.

Ten seconds passed.

The discussion remained heated, yet it seemed as if an invisible barrier automatically filtered out the presence of a certain red-haired person.

"Akagi is really amazing!"

"Rukawa Kaede is so handsome!"

"Mitsui's three-pointers are so accurate!"

"Miyagi's speed is really fast!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi's smile gradually froze.

It then collapsed, eventually turning into a face full of black lines and bulging veins.

"Feed..."

"These blind bastards..."

Sakuragi's lips twitched, his fists clenched, and his body trembled slightly with extreme anger.

He suddenly turned around, baring his teeth at the audience, his inner monologue exploding instantly:

Why?!

"Why is nobody mentioning this genius?!"

"I clearly grabbed the rebound!"

"I was the one who fought my way in and out of this giant forest! Are you blind?"

"Damn it! I'll show you who the savior of Shohoku really is!"

Sakuragi was so angry he was grinding his teeth.

Just as he was about to rush up and confront the girl who only praised Rukawa Kaede, a hand pressed down on his shoulder.

"Don't embarrass yourself, Hanamichi."

"That's the fate of supporting characters. Just accept it."

As Miyagi Ryota passed by him, he casually patted him on the back and grinned mischievously.

"Chaos Field! Who are you calling a supporting character?!" Sakuragi roared in fury.

While Shohoku was still arguing about "who is the protagonist".

However, a scene unfolded in Xiangyang's rest area that left everyone breathless.

The man who sat on the sidelines with his coat on.

Kenji Fujima raised his hand, ready to go on stage.

He merely revealed his number 4 jersey, and the entire Shohoku stands erupted in thunderous cheers.

"Fujima! Fujima! Fujima!"