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

Just as Sakuragi Hanamichi's red head was about to look straight at the basket.

A towering mountain of flesh rose from the ground.

Jun Uozumi.

This behemoth of Ryonan's interior defense had no eyes on the basketball at that moment.

The humiliation of being tricked by Lin Bei, the anger of being ignored by Akagi,

All of it was compressed into the taut muscles.

He didn't care about blocks; he just wanted to destroy everything.

With arms outstretched, like a brown bear hunting its prey.

With a fierce, suicidal intent, it crashed violently into Sakuragi in mid-air.

"Get down here...!"

"Bang—!!!"

A dull thud that made your teeth ache—it was the sound of bones and muscles colliding head-on without any cushioning.

The hearts of the entire audience skipped a beat.

Faced with absolute weight, Sakuragi Hanamichi's prized jumping ability became a death sentence.

Like a kite that crashes into a speeding dump truck, he lost his balance in the air and flew sideways.

"Thump!"

His back slammed heavily onto the floor.

The fall was so solid that the entire stadium floor seemed to tremble.

The basketball rolled towards the sidelines and finally stopped at the referee's feet, looking particularly glaring.

The red-haired boy, who was always full of energy and shouting, was now lying motionless on the floor.

Dead silence.

The stadium, which was boiling like a pot of oil just a second ago, was instantly muted.

Only Jun Uozumi's heavy, bellows-like breathing after landing echoed in the air above the court, sending chills down one's spine.

"Beep—!!!"

The referee's stern whistle pierced the frozen air, urgent and severe.

Defensive foul!

Intentionally attacking people!

But Jun Uozumi didn't even look at the referee.

He stood there, his chest heaving violently, sweat dripping from his chin.

His bloodshot eyes were fixed on the silent Sakuragi on the ground, a ferocious look of pleasure on his face.

foul?

It doesn't matter.

As long as we can suppress this arrogant attitude.

As long as we can stifle Shohoku's counterattack, even if we get fouled out of the game, it's a huge win!

This is war; only those who stand have the right to speak!

"this……"

In the stands, at the Xiangyang rest area.

The hand pushing up the flower-shaped glasses froze in mid-air, the pupils behind the lenses trembling violently:

"What terrifying power... It's like a wild beast out of control."

"If it were me..."

Kenji Fujima stood to the side with his arms crossed.

Those usually calm and wise eyes were now filled with turmoil.

He looked at Uozumi, who was devouring his prey on the field, and then subconsciously glanced at the Shohoku bench.

That figure wrapped in a coat.

Linbei.

Fujima's Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty.

"Hana-gata, did you notice?"

"What?"

"Uozumi's power is so great that even Akagi has to avoid it, and even Sakuragi, who has freakish physical abilities, was sent flying by his impact..."

Fujima took a deep breath, his tone carrying a chilling tremor.

"But don't forget, just a few minutes ago, that guy Lin Bei..."

"But he contained the rampaging fish in the paint, rubbing it to the ground with one hand."

Hanagata fell silent.

A chill ran down my spine and straight to the top of my head.

Without this stark contrast, they simply couldn't comprehend what dimension Lin Bei was.

That is something that transcends "monsters"...

Gods?

……

Hainan team camp.

Kiyota Nobunaga gripped the railing, pointed at the field, and shouted:

"Hey! Really?!"

"That red-haired monkey...could it be dead?"

Mu Shenyi frowned, his face as solemn as iron.

As the king of Kanagawa, he knew all too well the destructive power of such fouls.

Uozumi is gambling, using his fouls to risk the collapse of Shohoku's inside game.

"Sakuragi..." Maki murmured softly.

……

On the field.

"Sakuragi!!"

"Hey! Hanamichi! Are you alright?"

Ryota Miyagi was the first to rush forward, his usually carefree face now filled with terror.

He knelt on the ground, trying to help, but froze halfway through his outstretched hand.

Damn it! What if something happens to this kid...

Ayako threw down her notebook and rushed onto the field, clutching the first aid spray tightly in her hand, her lips deathly pale.

The referee immediately crouched down to check the situation.

however.

No matter how much people around him shouted, Sakuragi Hanamichi, lying on the ground, looked like a corpse.

There was no cry of pain, no groan, and he didn't even move a finger.

There was only suffocating silence.

Jun Uozumi walked in with heavy steps, casting a huge shadow over Takenori Akagi.

"Huff... huff..."

Uozumi looked down at Akagi with a defiant gaze:

"How is it, Akagi?"

"Is this the result you wanted?"

"Relying on outsiders to stir things up will only lead to this outcome."

He was demonstrating.

He was declaring: the restricted area is his hunting ground, Jun Uozumi's.

Akagi Takenori didn't look at Sakuragi on the ground, nor at the anxious Miyagi.

He slowly raised his head, meeting Uozumi's oppressive gaze.

To Uozumi's surprise.

Akagi showed neither anger nor panic.

Those eyes, once filled with confusion due to a foot injury, are now as deep and profound as an ancient well.

"Uozumi".

"Do you feel like you've won?"

Akagi spoke, his calmness sending chills down one's spine.

Uozumi was taken aback, then sneered:

"Isn't that right?"

"Look at your teammates, and then look at your useless leg..."

You're wrong.

"Your solo show is over."

Akagi interrupted him, a cold smile curving his lips.

"What?" Fishman's pupils shrank suddenly.

Mitsui Hisashi, standing to the side with his hands on his hips, looked at Akagi's broad, mountain-like back and suddenly laughed.

He knows Akagi too well.

The man known as "Kanagawa's best center," the gorilla with an iron will... has fully awakened.

Uozumi's desperate foul just now did not break Akagi.

Instead, it acted like a key, shattering the last shackle in Akagi's heart.

At the end of fear lies absolute anger and calm.

……

A corner of the audience seats.

"Sakuragi-kun..."

Haruko Akagi covered her mouth.

"Yohei! Look!"

"Sakuragi, he..."

Haruko, with tears in her eyes, sought help from Sakuragi's gang.

However, to her astonishment...

Yohei Mito, Nozomi Takamiya, Yuji Oonusu, and Tadashi Noma are four close friends.

Instead of being worried, they were all leaning on the railing, their faces showing...

A very strange, amused expression?

There was even a hint of sympathy?

"Oh dear, this is a huge problem."

Yohei Mito rested his chin on his hand, his tone sounding entirely gloating.

"Yeah, that monkey boss."

Gao Gongwang stuffed a handful of popcorn into his mouth and mumbled indistinctly.

"He's finished, completely finished."

Haruko was stunned: "Huh?"

"What are you talking about? Sakuragi has fainted..."

"faint?"

As if he had heard some kind of international joke, Oonan Yuji pointed at the field:

"Miss Haruko, you still don't understand Hanamichi's physical structure at all."

"That level of impact was like a tickle to him."

Noma Chuichiro adjusted his non-existent glasses and analyzed in a serious tone:

"Compared to Sakuragi's injuries..."

"I think we should be more concerned about the personal safety of the monkey leader now."