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

Maki Shinichi stretched out his finger and tapped his temple.

He said in a deep voice, "True masters rely on reading and anticipation in their defense."

"Prediction?" Kiyota looked completely bewildered.

"That's right."

Shinichi Maki stared at the field, speaking in a calm and forceful manner:

"When the ball is in the opponent's hands, your brain must be working at high speed."

"Is he going to pass or shoot?"

Is the weight distribution on the left or right?

"Is his gaze fixed on the basket or searching for a teammate?"

Is the shoulder swaying a feint or a real start?

Kiyota was stunned, his mouth slightly agape.

"Based on data from countless encounters, combined with the opponent's body language, we can make the optimal solution in advance."

"This is what defense is all about."

Maki Shinichi's voice turned cold: "If you rely solely on instinct to dive for the ball like that, your ankle will be broken if you encounter a truly skilled opponent."

Kiyota Nobunaga scratched his head, though he was unconvinced.

But looking at Maki Shinichi's serious face, he could only mutter under his breath:

"Tch... Why make it so complicated? As long as it can be defended against, that's enough."

……

The game continues on the field.

Ryonan serves.

Sendoh dribbles the ball and advances.

Rukawa Kaede stuck to him like a piece of chewing gum that wouldn't budge, and the tension between them was palpable.

Xian Dao didn't force his way in; he glanced around at the entire scene.

Suddenly, my wrist jerked!

The basketball, like a precise cruise missile, pierced through the defensive gaps and flew straight to the right baseline.

There, Fukuda Kichijou, using Uozumi as cover, slipped out.

"The ball is here!"

Fukuda's eyes flashed with a sharp light.

As long as I get the ball!

Just keep going!

No one can stop me!

Snapped!

The rough leather feel of the basketball gave him a sense of security.

However, just as he received the ball and turned around, preparing to tear apart Shohoku's defense like he did in the first half.

A dark figure appeared before him like a ghost.

There were no footsteps, no warning.

It's like an NPC that appears out of nowhere.

Linbei.

He did not lower his center of gravity or spread his arms as the textbook taught.

On the contrary, he stood loosely and casually.

Slightly bend your knees and let your hands hang naturally at your sides.

He seemed completely unguarded, even a little... nonchalant.

But those eyes.

Those eyes, which seemed to glow with a faint blue light, were fixed on the ball in Fukuda's hand.

An extreme sense of danger!

Fukuda felt a chill run down his spine, and his attempt to start the movement abruptly stalled.

This sense of oppression... is even more terrifying than Takenori Akagi!

Akagi is like a wall, thick and hard; you know how to get around it.

And Lin Bei...

He's like a dark fog concealing a knife; you never know where the blade will come from next.

On the sidelines, Shigeichi Taoka was so anxious he was jumping up and down, yelling at the top of his lungs:

"What are you standing there for! Charge, Fukuda!!"

"Don't be afraid of him! He's bluffing! That pose is full of openings!!"

"Use your speed! Get past him in one step!!"

Taoka's roar was like a bucket of cold water poured over Fukuda, waking him up.

Yes! It's full of flaws!

Fukuda gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot.

Standing so high, yet with your hands so low.

As long as my first step is fast enough, I'll definitely pass!

I am the demon of attack!

No one can stop me!

in the audience.

As Mu Shenyi looked at Lin Bei's unusual standing posture, his brows furrowed even more deeply.

Kiyota couldn't help but shout:

"See, Maki-senpai!"

"I knew that guy was showing off!"

"This is just spacing out! Fukuda will definitely pass!"

Ignoring Kiyota's clamor, Maki Shinichi's pupils contracted slightly as he stared intently at Lin Bei's slouching shoulders.

In textbooks, this is considered a failing defense.

A high center of gravity makes one easily shaken; hands hanging down offer no distractions.

But...why?

Why can't I visualize any breakthrough path in my mind when I see this posture?

Shinichi Maki took a deep breath, his voice a little hoarse:

"No... Kiyota, look closely."

"According to my theory, defense is based on experience and anticipation. But this Lin Bei..."

"What's wrong?"

"He doesn't need experience."

Maki Shinichi's tone was frighteningly solemn:

"His muscles are relaxed, but that's in preparation for a sudden burst of power."

"He doesn't pose because... his reaction speed has transcended technique."

On the field, Fukuda made a move!

"Drink it!!"

With a loud shout, Fukuda pushed off the ground with his left foot and leaned his body rapidly to the right.

Feint!

The magnitude is enormous, and it's extremely deceptive!

If it were Sakuragi Hanamichi, he would definitely be sent flying by this.

But Lin Bei didn't move an inch, not even blinking, as if watching a clown performance.

Fukuda was startled; the arrow was already on the bowstring, and he had no choice but to release it!

Since we can't fool them, we'll just have to eat it by force!

With a sudden burst of power from his right foot, he instantly changed direction and forcefully overtook Lin Bei on the left!

This is the first explosive force that Fukuda is so proud of!

"It's over!!" Taoka Shigeichi clenched his fist.

however.

Just as Fukuda thought he had brushed past Lin Bei by half a body length...

One hand.

A fair and slender hand, yet so fast it became blurry.

Without warning, he cut into his dribbling path.

"Snapped!"

A crisp, clear sound of the ball being broken.

Fukuda suddenly felt his hand go empty.

The basketball, which was in his palm, vanished into thin air.

"What?!"

Fukuda's pupils trembled violently, his body still lurching forward due to inertia, but his hands were empty.

How is that possible?!

He was clearly still to my side... when did he reach out his hand?!

"Too slow."

A lazy voice drifted into my ears, carrying undisguised mockery.

Fukuda suddenly turned around.

Lin Bei held the ball with one hand, his body in an extremely relaxed posture.

Just a moment ago, Lin Bei didn't move a step at all.

He relies solely on his core strength and arm span.

The moment Fukuda broke through, he arrived first and "stole" the ball!

It wasn't a prediction; it was a pure, overwhelming neural response!

"this……"

Kiyota Nobunaga nearly dropped his chin to his feet. "This doesn't make sense! He didn't even bend over!"

Mu Shenyi's expression turned serious: "Because this is... the true beast."

On the field.

Lin Bei caught the ball with one hand, looked at Fukuda who was staring blankly, and a cruel smile appeared on his lips.

"Is this your attack?"

"It's not even enough to warm me up."

Lin Bei flicked his wrist, and the basketball spun obediently between his fingertips.

"So this is all the 'Demon of Offense' is capable of?"

Before he could finish speaking...

boom!

Lin Bei made a move.

Still as a virgin, swift as a rabbit.

At that moment, everyone realized the true value of those words.

Lin Bei, who had been standing lazily just moments before, instantly transformed into a black lightning bolt, passing right by Fukuda.

fast!

It's so fast that even the retina can't keep up with it!

Fukuda didn't even have the thought of turning around; he could only watch that figure disappear into the distance.

"Back up!!"

Sendoh roared and abandoned Rukawa, running wildly.

But Lin Bei moved too fast.

That's Daiki Aomine's "super-fast dribbling".

The basketball seemed to be an extension of his body; every bounce after hitting the ground carried an explosive sense of power.

Center line, three-point line, free throw line!

step!

Two steps!

Lin Bei took off from just inside the free-throw line.

His body stretched out in the air like a fully drawn bow, his battle axe raised high!

Although the immortal path was exhausted.

But all they could do was watch helplessly as the figure rose higher and higher, blocking out the light.

"boom--!!!"

One-handed dunk!

The basketball hoop groaned in pain.

The entire basketball hoop trembled violently, as if it might collapse at any moment.

Lin Bei hung on the basketball hoop, looking down at the stunned crowd below.

His eyes were disdainful.

Like a king.