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

【Ding! 】

[Host detected encounter with Kanagawa's ace point guard—Kenji Fujima]

[Trigger Mission: A Showdown Between Top Point Guards]

[Mission Restriction: The host must use the Point Guard (PG) template and lead the team to victory]

[Mission Reward: 50% progress in unlocking the "Akashi Seijuro" template]

[Failure Penalty: Stamina value halved, one random template recycled]

The cold, mechanical voice exploded in his mind, and Lin Bei's fingers holding the water bottle stiffened slightly.

His eyes, which were always half-open and half-closed, as if he were a dead fish and could never wake up, were wide open and glaring.

"Huh? System, have you lost your mind?"

Lin Bei rolled his eyes inwardly.

"I only have a small black template right now."

"You want me to defeat the opponent's 'ace' with a 'shadow'?"

Although Kuroko Tetsuya is also a top-notch support player, his passing is unpredictable.

But the guy on the other side wearing the green number 4 jersey is a monster who can drive, shoot, and pass, and is known as one of the two pillars of Kanagawa along with Maki Shin!

Should a support player be allowed to dominate the Ace?

This is as absurd as sending a healer to fight a boss alone.

"Ugh, this is so troublesome..."

Lin Bei scratched his hair, complaining, but his body had already reacted honestly.

The penalty of having his stamina halved was practically killing him.

He casually tossed the towel onto the back of the chair and was about to stand up.

A large, thick hand gently pressed down on his shoulder.

"Wait a little longer, Lin Bei."

Coach Anzai's glasses reflected the light, obscuring his eyes, but his voice was as steady as a mountain.

"Fujima-kun just took off his jacket, and right now he's at the peak of his power."

"Observe first."

"Just look at how terrifying this Shohoku team, with Fujima at its core, really is."

Lin Bei raised an eyebrow, sat back down, and even changed to a more comfortable slouching position.

"Alright, Dad."

"Then let that narcissist perform for a while."

The air on the field seemed to freeze.

Kenji Fujima's arrival was not just about adding another player; it was about injecting a soul into the entire Shohoku team.

Takano and Nagano, who were initially somewhat flustered, now had eyes as hard as steel.

"Shohoku, attack!!"

Ryota Miyagi roared and dribbled the ball forward.

He was incredibly fast, like a bolt of lightning tearing through the air.

But Fujima didn't press him closely; instead, he stood a step inside the three-point line, as calm as a precision instrument.

That look wasn't directed at an opponent, but at prey.

"Don't look down on people!"

Miyagi gritted his teeth, his wrist flicked rapidly, and the basketball was passed to the inside like a cannonball.

"team leader!!"

Takenori Akagi receives the ball and backs down Takano with a powerful shot.

"Drink up!!" the gorilla roared, forcefully turning around and jumping.

However, at that very moment...

Nagano, who was originally guarding Rukawa, and Hanagata, who was guarding Sakuragi, suddenly tightened their defenses as if they had rehearsed it a thousand times.

Three pairs of long arms intertwined in the air to form a green net that stretched from heaven to earth!

*Smack!*

With a crisp sound, Akagi's sure-fire shot was abruptly blocked!

The ball hit the rim and bounced back up.

Amidst the chaos of the army, a red figure rose from the ground.

"It's not over yet!!"

"A genius rebounder!!"

Sakuragi displayed superhuman jumping ability, grabbing the basketball with both hands and beaming with joy.

But just as he landed, a green afterimage silently swept past.

There was no physical contact, and no unnecessary movements.

Sakuragi felt a sudden lightness in his palm.

The ball disappeared.

"What?!" Sakuragi's eyes widened as he stared at his empty hands.

"Quick attack."

A cold, clear voice came from ahead.

Kenji Fujima had already dribbled past the center line, his chestnut hair flying in the wind, his back view elegant.

In the stands, Mu Shenyi of the Hainan team crushed the soda can in his hand.

Maki Shinichi said in a deep voice, "Even after becoming a coach, Fujima's sense of smell is still terrifyingly sharp."

On the field, a chase ensued between white and green.

"Don't even think about going there!!"

Ryota Miyagi unleashed his full speed, relentlessly chasing after Fujima.

The two moved so fast that they left afterimages, leaving the others far behind.

close!

A fierce glint flashed in Miyagi's eyes. If Fujima dared to go for a layup, he was confident he could block it from behind!

However, Fujima suddenly stopped near the free-throw line without warning.

Miyagi reacted swiftly, braking almost simultaneously and blocking the way.

"We blocked it!" Ayako clenched her fist excitedly.

But Miyagi's pupils suddenly contracted.

Fujima neither feinted nor passed the ball.

He jumped immediately.

At this distance?

A pull-up jump shot?

The most fatal flaw is that he is left-handed!

Miyagi, who was used to defending right-handed players, experienced a momentary delay in judging the blocking point.

It was in that very moment.

Fujima had reached the highest point, and with a gentle flick of his left wrist.

"Get down here!!"

Behind him, Sakuragi Hanamichi, who was running back like a wild beast, leaped high into the air and slapped the basketball hard with his huge hand.

But it was too late.

The ball has left his hand.

"Bang!"

Unable to stop his momentum, Sakuragi crashed into Fujima, knocking Miyagi, who was in front of him, to the ground as well.

The three of them rolled around in a ball.

"Whoosh!"

The basketball traced a perfect rainbow in the air and swished through the net.

"Beep—!!"

The referee blew his whistle sharply, pointed at Sakuragi, and made a fist-throwing gesture.

"Red number 10! Excessive force, warning for foul!"

"Goal stands! Penalty kick-off!"

"Position belongs to Shohoku!"

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

"It's over! This is practically a death sentence!"

"Not only did they concede a point, but they also have to shoot free throws, and the other team still has possession of the ball!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi lay on the floor, wincing in pain.

Just as he was about to get up and argue, he saw a hand reach out in front of him.

Instead of pulling him up, they supported him by his shoulders and helped him stand up.

Kenji Fujima straightened his jersey, not even glancing at Sakuragi, but looking down at Miyagi, whose face was ashen.

"Your speed is good."

Fujima said calmly, his tone as composed as if he were commenting on the weather.

"But as a point guard, speed alone is not enough."

He pointed to his temple.

"We still need this place."

humiliation.

A textbook example of humiliation.

Ryota Miyagi gripped the floor tightly.

That feeling of powerlessness overwhelmed him like a tidal wave.

No matter how hard he tried to catch up, his opponent always stood at a high vantage point, looking down at him with ease.

40: 44.

Fujima scores the penalty.

Then Shohoku served the ball from the sideline, and Fujima received the ball.

With just a glance, Toru Hanagata understood perfectly and moved up to set a screen.

Simple pick-and-roll, exceptional execution.

Fujima cuts in, drawing a double team, and delivers a superb bounce pass, the basketball slicing through the defense like a scalpel.

Catching the ball in a flower-like pattern, he easily made a layup.

40: 46.

In just one minute, the situation changed dramatically.

"It's unstoppable..."

"With Fujima on the field, Shohoku is like a completely different team."

The roar from the stands was almost enough to lift the roof off; it was all cheering for Xiangyang.

The Shohoku bench was deathly silent.

Coach Anzai glanced at the timer, and finally, his chubby hand waved.

"Lin Bei, classmate."

"exist."

The figure who had been slumped in the chair had somehow stood up.

Lin Bei took off his jacket, revealing his number 16 jersey underneath.

He cracked his neck, making a series of snapping sounds.

"Go."

A glint of light flashed behind Coach Anzai's glasses.

"Replace Miyagi-kun."

"learn."

"Beep—! Shohoku requests a substitution!"