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

Yu Zhu let out a loud shout.

It used its weight to ram backward violently.

Using the momentum to turn around, he raises the basketball high with both hands, ready to forcefully dunk.

"dream!"

Takenori Akagi is a true man; he never backs down.

A gigantic, gorilla-like hand descended, blotting out the sky and covering the sun.

"Bang!"

Muscles clashed, the basketball slammed against the front of the rim and bounced high into the air.

"rebound!!"

At that moment, the penalty area instantly turned into a meat grinder.

The two behemoths, Uozumi and Akagi, simultaneously launched a second leap.

Four long arms intertwined in the air, like prehistoric beasts fighting for food, blocking out the light under the basket.

Just when everyone thought the rebound would definitely belong to one of these two.

"Drink it all!!!"

A red figure burst forth from the shadows without warning!

What terrifying bullet speed that was!

Sakuragi Hanamichi is like someone with rocket boosters under his feet, catching up quickly despite starting late.

That head of red hair instantly exceeded the arm height of Uozumi and Akagi.

He stretched his body in the air, his core strength taut like a bow.

With hands like vises, they forcefully snatched the ball from the heads of two top Kanagawa center forwards!

"What?!" Uozumi's pupils dilated in shock.

"What?!" Akagi was also dumbfounded.

The entire audience erupted in chaos.

"Holy crap! Did that number 10 fly?!"

"Pick melons off Akagi and Uozumi's heads? That's impossible!"

In the stands, Haruko Akagi covered her mouth with emotion, tears welling up in her eyes:

"Sakuragi-kun! You're so cool!"

"You are the true rebounding king!"

Upon landing, Sakuragi had no time to strike a pose.

Yu Guangzhong saw a figure flash across the center line.

"Hanamichi! This way!!"

Miyagi Ryota ran wildly while roaring back at the same time.

His speed was extremely fast, like a sharp knife tearing through Ryonan's defenses.

In the audience, Kenji Fujima's eyes narrowed: "So fast!"

opportunity!

Sakuragi Hanamichi's mind flashed back to Lin Bei's lazy yet seductive voice during their special training.

"Sakuragi, this isn't a simple pass; it's a speed pass."

"You should try hitting the basketball with your palm, just like you usually do when you kick the ball at Miyamoto Musashi..."

"By unleashing power in an instant, the ball's speed will be so fast that even the air can't keep up."

Sakuragi Hanamichi grinned wildly.

"Hehehe, Ryota! Here you go!"

He gripped the ball with one hand, his right palm facing the back of the basketball, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Take this! The true master's technique!"

"Genius - Speed ​​Pass!!!"

"Bang!!!"

A dull thud, like hitting heavy leather, echoed through the stadium.

Sakuragi slammed his palm heavily onto the basketball.

In that instant, the basketball seemed to be equipped with a jet engine, transforming into an orange aurora.

It roared out with a piercing shriek that tore through the air!

That's hardly a pass.

That's clearly a cannonball fired!

Ryota Miyagi, who was turning around in the attacking third to receive the ball, froze in horror.

In his field of vision, the basketball was rapidly magnifying at a speed almost imperceptible to the naked eye.

fast!

too fast!

It's so fast it's terrifying!

"Holy crap?!"

Miyagi instinctively wanted to reach out, but his survival instinct made him instantly shrink back.

"Whoosh—!!!"

The basketball grazed past Miyagi's ear, the strong wind it generated stinging his cheek and messing up his hair.

Is this a pass? This is murder!!

The "shell" that lost its target did not stop its destructive journey and went straight for the press box at the bottom line.

"Get out of the way!!"

Aida Yayoi screamed in terror, abandoning all pretense of decorum, and crouched down to defend herself, covering her head.

"BOOM!!"

The basketball fell like a meteorite, crashing into the group of reporters.

Several folding tables were overturned in an instant.

Several reporters who were typing hadn't even had time to react before they were thrown to the ground by this strange force, chairs and all.

Laptops, water cups, and interview transcripts were flying everywhere, leaving the scene in a mess, as if a mini typhoon had just passed through.

"beep--!!"

The referee blew his whistle sharply, his voice trembling slightly.

"Red...Red is out of bounds!"

"Ryonan has possession!"

Dead silence.

The entire stadium fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone stared in disbelief at the ruins-like press box.

He glanced again at Sakuragi Hanamichi, who was still in the "Buddha's Palm" pose.

On the bench.

Lin Bei silently pulled up his coat collar, burying his face in it.

"I can't bear to look..."

"I told you to pass the ball, not to fire a human cannon..."

On the field.

Miyagi Ryota stiffly turned his neck.

Looking at the basketball still rolling on the ground, veins bulged on his forehead—the anger of someone who had survived a near-death experience.

The next second, he rushed back to the backcourt as if he had teleported.

"Bang!"

A merciless flying kick landed precisely on Sakuragi Hanamichi's butt.

"Ouch! It hurts! It hurts!"

"Ryota! Why did you kick this genius?!"

"I spread it so fast!"

Sakuragi covered his butt and jumped three meters high, looking aggrieved.

"How dare you say that?!"

Miyagi was so angry he jumped up and down, pointing at the wailing reporters outside the arena, spitting all over Sakuragi's face:

"Who could catch a ball like that?!"

"ah?!"

"Do you want to kill me and inherit my Ayako?!"

"Is that a pass?!"

"You idiot wasted the counter-attack opportunity we worked so hard to defend!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi rubbed his buttocks, stiffened his neck, and retorted righteously:

"That's because you mortals don't know how to appreciate it!"

"That was a brilliant, accelerated pass! You were just too slow!"

Watching the two clowns about to start fighting again on the court, Ryonan's coach Taoka wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, feeling his heart couldn't take it.

"Those guys from Shohoku..."

"Are they here to play basketball, or to demolish the venue?"

……

The press box area looked like it had been ravaged by a typhoon; it was a complete mess.

Several bespectacled reporters, still shaken, peeked out from under the table.

He stared intently at the basketball, which was nestled between two folding chairs and still spinning slightly, and made dry swallowing sounds in his throat.

"If this... if it hit me on the head, the worst that could happen is a concussion, right?"

Aida Yayoi patted her chest and forcibly straightened her disheveled business attire.

Looking at the red-haired "murderer" on the field, my eyelids twitched uncontrollably.

Fortunately, apart from a few laptops that may need to be sent for repair, there were no casualties.

On the field.

Sakuragi Hanamichi remained in that palm-pushing posture, his brows furrowed.

He looked down at his large palms, his face showing an expression of "this is not scientific".

He was still muttering to himself:

"strangeness……"

"That's exactly what Master taught us."

"Concentrate your strength in your palm and push it out with a 'boom,' like pushing open a heavy door."

Sakuragi scratched his red hair, glanced at Miyagi who was furious in the distance, and muttered to himself with a sense of self-righteousness:

"The force is fine, the angle is fine, it must be that Liangtian, that short guy, has too short legs and runs too slowly."

"That's right, that must be it!"

In short, geniuses cannot make mistakes.

The only thing that can be wrong is this world.