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

On the field, the game continues.

But the atmosphere has changed.

Shohoku launches an attack.

As Fujima dribbled past half-court, his breathing became rapid.

Sweat streamed down his face, dripping and splashing onto the floor.

"calm……"

"I am Kenji Fujima... I am Shohoku's coach..."

He kept repeating the phrase in his mind, trying to rebuild his crumbling psychological defenses.

But when his gaze swept across the field, that damn number 16 once again took center stage in his field of vision.

Lin Bei did not press close.

Instead, he stood a step inside the three-point line, lazily spreading his arms, a posture full of provocation.

"Come on, senior."

Lin Bei's voice wasn't loud, but it penetrated Fujima's ears with the precision of a magic spell.

"I'm right here."

Can you see your teammates?

"Or... am I the only one you see?"

"Shut up!!"

Fujima let out a low growl, forcibly tearing his gaze away from Lin Bei with his powerful willpower.

I see!

Inside, Toru Hanagata is using his height advantage to establish position!

This is a golden opportunity!

Reason told Fujima that passing the ball was the best option.

His brain issued the "pass the ball" command, and his wrist made the corresponding movement.

However, just as the basketball left his hand...

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught another glimpse of the ambiguous smile on Lin Bei's lips.

What is he laughing at?

Is he going to intercept the ball?

Just that one-thousandth of a second of hesitation and distraction caused an extremely slight deviation in the force and angle of Fujima's pass.

This slight deviation might be impossible for an ordinary player to detect.

But for another "hunter" on the field, that was enough.

A white bolt of lightning suddenly shot out from the side!

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound of the ball being cut was like a death sentence for Fujima.

The ball has been intercepted!

"What?!" Fujima was shocked, his pupils trembling violently.

It wasn't Lin Bei who intercepted the ball, it was Rukawa Kaede!

Thanks.

Rukawa Kaede still maintained a cold expression.

He was like a cheetah that had been lying in wait, baring his fangs the moment Fujima was distracted.

Before this, Fujima had completely ignored Lin Bei's existence because he was so focused on him!

"asshole!!"

Fujima roared and tried to chase after him.

But Rukawa Kaede didn't give him a chance at all.

After intercepting the ball, he rushed directly to the frontcourt.

Then, a white figure soared high into the air like a roc spreading its wings.

Facing an open basket, without any fancy moves, he delivered a powerful one-handed dunk!

"boom!!!"

The basketball hoop groaned, as if accusing the savages of Shohoku.

49: 46.

The point difference widened to 3 points.

……

The air inside the stadium seemed to have solidified into a gel.

Each breath requires a tremendous amount of effort.

The sound waves came one after another like a tsunami, making the floor tremble slightly.

Kenji Fujima stood outside the three-point line, his chest heaving violently.

Sweat slid down his refined jawline, dripping onto the floor and shattering instantly.

His gaze once again drifted uncontrollably towards the figure wearing the number 16 jersey.

It was as if an irresistible command had been forcibly implanted into the cerebral cortex:

Watch him, keep an eye on him, and don't let him move.

This feeling is absolutely awful.

It's like being entangled in some invisible spider web; the more you struggle, the tighter the restraints become.

As Shohoku's ace and also their coach, Fujima had never felt so passive, so...powerless.

The first-year student named Lin Bei was just standing there lazily.

He hadn't even gotten into an offensive stance, but he just couldn't take his attention away.

"Damn it..."

Fujima abruptly closed his eyes, his brows furrowing tightly into a deep frown.

next second.

"Hmm!"

A sharp, teeth-grinding crackling sound exploded in my mouth.

excruciating pain.

The sweet, metallic taste of rust instantly filled the tip of my tongue, stimulating my nerves, which had been numbed by tension.

The smell of blood awakened the sleeping beasts.

Fujima suddenly opened his eyes, his brown pupils, which had been somewhat unfocused and filled with inexplicable fear, now wide open.

At this moment, it was like a pool of cold spring that had been stirred, regaining its heart-stopping clarity.

That eerie "gaze of attraction" was still there, buzzing around like a fly.

But he was able to forcibly peel it off with his strong willpower.

He saw it clearly.

After peeling away that eerie filter, he finally saw the subtle pallor on Lin Bei's face.

He saw the deep weariness hidden in the other person's deadpan eyes, and the cold sweat on their forehead that was no less than his own.

"I see."

Fujima stuck out his bloodied tongue and licked his lips.

His eyes turned colder than ever before, like a demonic sword drawn from its sheath.

"Listen up, everyone!!"

Fujima's roar pierced through the noise of the entire arena, carrying an undeniable authority and fury.

The Xiangyang group shuddered and instinctively looked at their leader.

Don't be fooled by his tricks!

Fujima extended his long, slender finger, pointing directly at Lin Bei, who was dribbling the ball forward, his tone chilling:

"He was just bait!"

"Shrink the defensive line! Abandon man-to-man marking and adopt a 2-3 zone defense!"

"Don't stare at the ball! Don't stare into his eyes!"

"Use your peripheral vision! Use your bodies to feel the location!"

"The moment he gets the ball, double-team him immediately! Cut off all communication between him and his teammates!"

Fujima's instructions were clear, swift, and hit the nail on the head.

Since the eyes can be deceived, we should rely on the discipline that is ingrained in the team.

Since one person cannot defend against that eerie presence, then use area-based joint defense to fill the blind spots in our field of vision.

In the stands.

The area affiliated with Hainan University.

"As expected of Fujima."

"Did you see through Lin Bei's move so quickly?"

Maki Shinichi's tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly, and an appreciative smile appeared on his bronze face.

"What is its essence?"

"Amu-senpai, what exactly did number 16 do?" Jin Soichiro asked, puzzled.

"That player number 16 is playing in a way that deliberately makes his 'presence' more noticeable."

Shinichi Maki's sharp eyes were fixed on the figure on the field whose movements seemed to be becoming heavier, and he analyzed the situation incisively:

"He turned himself into a black hole on the court, forcefully swallowing up the defenders' attention."

"This is an extremely sophisticated technique of psychological suggestion."

"But this move has a fatal weakness."

"That's physical fitness."

"Maintaining this level of mental pressure and running all over the court is very taxing for a first-year rookie."

"Look at his steps; they're starting to drag."

Maki paused, his eyes sharp: "Fujima is also gambling, betting that Linbei won't last long."

On the field.

Lin Bei clearly sensed the change in the other party.

The defenders, who had been following him around like headless flies, suddenly became organized.

It's like a sophisticated machine starting up again.

Hanagata Toru no longer blindly rushed towards the outside, but instead firmly blocked Akagi Takenori in the paint.

Hasegawa and Nagano were still watching him.

However, he always kept his center of gravity within his defensive zone, ready to cover for his team at any time.

"Tch, we've been found out..."