Black Basketball: Net Domination Skills

Kise complained as he ran.

"We are still practicing, so you better pay attention, Kise."

Kasamatsu Yukio reminded.

Kise said helplessly.

"Ah... Really, I want to play basketball so badly!"

"It's yellow! Yajing and reserved (must hold on)."

Hayakawa Mitsuo was full of energy and said with a strong tongue.

Kise's forehead was covered with sweat.

"I still don't understand what you're saying, Hayakawa-senpai."

Moriyama by Takamichi.

"The atmosphere in the basketball club has been a little depressing lately. I heard it's because of a guy called the White Devil."

"White Devil? I've heard of that, too! But if such a person is really that strong, he should have been famous a long time ago."

Kise analyzed objectively.

There was a hint of disdain in his eyes.

He didn't take this white devil that appeared out of nowhere seriously at all.

His only targets are his former teammates.

"Well, in short, no matter who the other party is, our goal has never changed."

Kasamatsu Yukio spoke directly, bringing this brief discussion to an end.

……

Xiude High School.

Two figures, one tall and one short, walked on the road leading to the basketball department.

"Xiao Zhen! Have you heard of the white devil?"

Takao asked softly.

Midorima pushed up his glasses, his expression not changing at all.

"It's just a role that attracts attention. There's no need to pay special attention to it."

Gao Wei's mouth twitched and he smiled foolishly.

"I see! Aren't you worried that he really has the strength to rival the Generation of Miracles?"

"Wait until he actually defeats one of us."

Listening to Midorima's arrogant words.

Gao was helpless.

He himself really wanted to meet this man known as the White Devil.

The rumors outside are so miraculous.

His curiosity was naturally aroused.

If he really has miraculous super strength.

Then there will be something interesting to watch during the Winter Cup.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but curl his face.

……

Touou Academy.

"What is White Devil? There are still people who call it by such a ridiculous name."

Aomine said lazily.

"That's not like Aomine at all. If you heard this kind of news before, you would have been very excited to challenge it."

May said somewhat strangely.

"That was in the past! Besides, I'm not someone that anyone would be interested in challenging. I was just hyped up by others."

"Why is this happening!"

May puffed up her cheeks and pretended to be unhappy.

"You really don't care? I heard that most of the people who fought with that white devil can no longer play basketball."

Hearing May say this, Qingfeng raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, that's how it is."

A look of interest finally appeared on Qingfeng's face.

……

Luoshan High School.

Sports equipment indoors.

Akashi was sweating on the treadmill.

Mibuchi Reio, Hayama Kotaro, and Netakeya Eikichi were also chatting in the rest area nearby.

Judging from their soaked clothes.

It must be because he had just finished strenuous exercise.

Mibuchi Reio wiped the sweat from her forehead and spoke.

"You've heard about it, too! The rumors about the white devil."

Kotaro Hayama said with a hint of interest on his face.

"I heard that he is very strong, not inferior to the Generation of Miracles. I wonder if it is true."

"Oh? Another strong enemy has appeared?"

Genbuya Eikichimichi.

Mibuchi Reio shook her head and explained.

"It's hard to say whether it's a strong enemy or not. Even if that white devil is really as powerful as the Generation of Miracles, we are not afraid."

At this point, he curled his lips and said confidently.

"No matter how strong that person is, he can never be a match for Akashi."

Upon hearing this, neither Hayama Kotaro nor Netakeya Eikichi refuted.

Although in the finals of the summer league, Akashi lost to Gingetsu.

But everyone can see Akashi's strength.

The three were discussing the white devil.

I don't know when Akashi came over, wiping his sweat.

"What are you talking about?"

"Ah! Xiao Chi, are you done with your training? We were discussing the White Devil!"

Hearing what Mibuchi Reo said.

Akashi didn't show any strange expression.

"Oh! It's that thing! I heard about it too."

Hayama Kotaro asked.

"Akagi, what do you think of this white devil?"

Akashi's expression didn't change at all as he spoke calmly.

"I don't care about this kind of thing. I'd rather use that time to train myself, so that I can have a better chance of winning the Winter Cup."

After losing to Silver Moon.

Akashi works hard to train himself every day.

People like him naturally won't be willing to accept this.

Although the problem of dual personality has been solved.

But in terms of improving myself and the team's strength.

He was still strict and strong.

"Aren't you curious at all? There's a good chance that he will participate in the Winter Cup! I think it would be better to ask someone to investigate!"

Kotaro Hayama asked.

Akashi replied calmly.

"That's not necessary. No matter who the other party is, we only have one goal, and it must be one."

……

at the same time.

In an alley in Tokyo.

A young man with a bruised face and nose was lying on the ground, his body still shaking.

Right in front of him was the person who had caused all this.

"Oh my! Really? Is that all? I'll take the money first!"

Hahahaha...

Accompanied by evil and crazy laughter.

The figure skillfully stuffed the stolen money into his pocket, then turned and walked away.

The young man, lying on the ground with a bruised face and nose, raised his head tremblingly and looked at the departing figure.

"Damn white devil."

……

Chapter 2: The Eve of Akita (Night Battle)

The White Devil incident continues to ferment.

The basketball teams of all the major universities are in a panic.

Some school coaches have even united to fight back against the white devil.

But that's about it.

The white devil disappeared quietly.

This also makes people who pay attention to the white devil feel puzzled and confused.

America.

In a secluded baseball field.

The sound of basketballs hitting the ground was endless.

On the baseball field.

The red-haired boy is sweating profusely.

The basketball in his hands was like an obedient jumping elf, constantly changing with various fancy movements.

At this time, the God of Fire had already arrived in the United States.

He jumped up facing the basket in front of him.

He held the basketball in one hand and slammed it towards the basket.

Clang…