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

Gao Touli stood frozen in place.

He didn't wave the folding fan in his hand for a long time.

Is Shohoku a legitimate basketball team or not?

Why are they all weirdos?

"beep--!"

The referee's sharp whistle cut short the farce on the sidelines.

"The match begins!"

The atmosphere instantly shifted from the comedy channel to the sports channel.

The air seemed to freeze, and the smell of gunpowder filled the air.

Both teams' starting lineups entered the field.

Center circle.

Takenori Akagi and Kazuma Takasago stood face to face.

Although Takasago is also one of the four great centers in Kanagawa.

However, compared to Akagi, who was as burly as a Vajra, he was clearly a size smaller and was overshadowed in terms of imposing presence.

Lin Bei didn't start, but he remained a sure thing.

"preparation--"

The referee tossed the ball high into the air.

The bright orange basketball spun and rose under the spotlight, captivating the thousands of people in the arena.

"Drink!"

With a roar, Takenori Akagi's thigh muscles instantly tensed up like rocks.

He rose up like an erupting volcano.

There is no suspense.

The enormous hand slammed into the basketball at its highest point, producing a crisp, resounding thud.

"Snapped!"

Possession of the ball belongs to Shohoku!

The basketball flew precisely towards Miyagi Ryota, as if it had eyes.

"Quick attack!"

The moment Akagi landed, the attack had already started.

Like a heavy bulldozer advancing at full speed, it rumbled and rolled towards the front of Hainan, the floor shaking.

Ryota Miyagi caught the ball, a signature wicked smile playing on his lips, his eyes filled with arrogance.

"Kings of Hainan, don't blink!"

"The moment you blink, you've lost!"

He lowered his center of gravity to an extremely low position, transforming himself into a streak of lightning as he advanced at breakneck speed.

However, a tall and imposing figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

Shinichi Maki!

Even in a single glance, a suffocating sense of oppression washes over you.

It was as if the person standing in front of me was not a person, but an insurmountable mountain.

There were no unnecessary fancy moves.

Maki Shinichi simply stood there with his arms outstretched, as if blocking all routes of attack, so that not even the wind could get through.

"You're too naive, Miyagi."

"Don't even think about seeing the basket until you get past me."

Maki Shinichi's voice was deep and mellow, and his eyes were sharp as knives.

The spectators in the stands held their breath, not daring to make a sound.

This is the intimidating power of Kanagawa's top point guard!

The realm of the Imperial Shepherd!

Ryota Miyagi laughed.

He didn't slow down; instead, he charged straight at Maki Shinichi, his eyes flashing with a mad light.

Just as the two were about to collide, Miyagi subtly flicked his wrist.

There is no arm extension, and no power storage.

He didn't even move his elbow.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud, like a cannon shot, exploded between the two.

Maki Shinichi's pupils suddenly contracted.

Where's the ball?!

The basketball vanished into thin air before his eyes, leaving only a fleeting afterimage that was barely perceptible to the naked eye.

Those were ripples created by the rapid tearing of air.

That wasn't a pass.

That is……

Strike!

"A speed pass?!"

Sendoh Akira, standing on the sidelines, suddenly sat up straight, his previously lazy gaze instantly turning sharp.

The basketball was like a precision-guided cruise missile, penetrating directly through the defense of Shinichi Maki and Soichiro Jin.

It appeared instantly in Rukawa Kaede's hand, who had already cut into the penalty area.

"What?!"

Gasps of surprise rose and fell throughout the audience.

This passing speed is simply unreasonable!

This completely defies the common sense of physics!

Rukawa Kaede caught the ball, expressionless, and jumped.

Her black hair flew in the air as she caught the ball with one hand, pointing it straight at the basket—a pose as beautiful as a painting.

"We succeeded!"

Kogure Kiminobu, sitting on the Shohoku bench, excitedly pumped his fist, a flash of white light appearing on his glasses.

But just as Rukawa was about to put the ball into the basket...

The overhead lights were suddenly blocked by a huge shadow.

A terrifying sense of power came from the side and behind, accompanied by the whistling of the wind.

Rukawa caught a glimpse of a hand out of the corner of his eye.

That's... Maki Shinichi!

"How is that possible?!"

Miyagi Ryota turned around in horror, cold sweat instantly pouring down his back.

They were just in front of me a moment ago, how did they suddenly get to the basket?

With that explosive power and speed of recovery, did this guy teleport here?!

"Don't be so presumptuous, you first-grader!"

Maki Shinichi let out a low roar in the air, and his powerful hand slammed hard onto the basketball.

"Smack!!!"

The crisp, heavy sound of the cap being blocked echoed throughout the stadium, like firecrackers exploding in our ears.

The ball in Rukawa's hand was forcefully pushed away!

"So powerful! This is the Emperor Priest!"

"That's terrifying!"

"Does this defensive range cover the entire court?!"

The audience erupted in cheers, their screams deafening.

Rukawa Kaede lost his balance.

But the moment he landed, he displayed astonishing core strength.

He twisted his waist and abdomen suddenly.

He forcefully retrieved the basketball in mid-air with a flick of his wrist.

A desperate backstory!

The basketball slipped out from under Shinichi Maki's arm and flew towards the open corner.

There, Mitsui Hisashi had already set up his gun emplacements, his posture as perfect as a textbook example.

"Well said!"

Mitsui Hisashi's eyes burned with intensity; he was about to jump when he caught the ball.

The ball is in!

however.

A long arm suddenly appeared in the passing lane, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole.

"Snapped!"

The basketball was stolen!

Kamizou Ichiro!

This seemingly gentle and harmless archer actually possesses such a keen sense of smell.

He actually predicted Rukawa's passing route.

"Quick attack!!!"

Without pausing, Jin Soichiro, who had just made the steal, swung his arms forcefully.

The basketball streaked across the sky, flying straight to the Shohoku half of the court.

There, a figure wearing the number 10 jersey had already charged out like a wild horse.

Kiyota Nobunaga!

"Hahahaha!"

"This is Hainan's speed! You bunch of slow-moving turtles!"

Kiyota Nobunaga laughed wildly, his speed astonishing, instantly leaving all the defenders behind.

The attacking third is completely empty!

A smooth road ahead!

"Just watch! This is the moment for the best newcomer to shine!"

"I'm going to smash the rim!"

Kiyota Nobunaga stepped into the free throw line, braced his legs, and leaped into the air.

He was determined to regain all the face he had lost earlier with this spectacular dunk!

"You damn wild monkey, wait for me!"

Just as Kiyota Nobunaga was about to dunk, a furious roar came from behind him.

The sound grew closer, accompanied by heavy footsteps, like a rampaging ancient beast.

Kiyota Nobunaga turned around, his pupils dilating in shock.

Sakuragi Hanamichi was closing in at an unscientific speed.

The red hair danced wildly in the wind, and the expression on his face was as ferocious as a vengeful ghost coming to collect a debt.

"Who are you calling a wild monkey?!"

"You're the monkey! You red-haired monkey!" Kiyota roared.

"Stop talking nonsense! Stop it right now!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi jumped from just inside the free-throw line.

boom!

What terrifying jumping power that is!

He started late but arrived early, his body rising like a rocket.

In an instant, it caught up with Kiyota Nobunaga's altitude in the air, and was even rising!

The two looked at each other in mid-air.

Kiyota Nobunaga saw the raging fire burning in Sakuragi's eyes, a wildness that wanted to burn everything to ashes.

"What?!"

Kiyota's arm, which was about to dunk, was completely shrouded in a huge shadow.

Sakuragi Hanamichi did not choose to block the shot.

He stretched out his huge right hand and grabbed the basketball directly from Kiyota's hand.

It wasn't filmed.

Arrest them!

"Snapped!"

Five fingers gripped the surface of the basketball like steel bars, producing a dull thud that made your teeth ache.

The two forces collided violently in mid-air.

Kiyota Nobunaga felt an irresistible force coming at him, and the basketball in his hand remained motionless, as if it were welded to his opponent's hand.

"Give it to me...give it to me!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi roared, exerting force with one arm, his muscles bulging.

Under the watchful eyes of thousands of people in the audience.

He actually managed to snatch the basketball directly from Kiyota Nobunaga's hands!

Catch the hat mid-air!

Violent looting!

"boom!"

The two landed at the same time.

Kiyota Nobunaga staggered back a few steps and sat down on the ground with a thud.

His face was blank, as if his soul had left his body.

Sakuragi Hanamichi landed steadily with one hand on the basketball, without even wobbling.

He straightened up and looked down at Kiyota on the ground, his shadow covering the other man.

The entire room fell silent.

Even the sound of breathing disappeared.

Even Lin Bei, who was "fishing" in the back, couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

He muttered to himself, "Tsk, the special training did work."

Sakuragi Hanamichi tucked the ball into his waistband and stylishly wiped his nose with his thumb.

A smug, arrogant smile, spread across his lips, a smile so arrogant it could make his opponent vomit blood.

"I already said that."

"On this field, only the strong have the right to speak."

"You're right, aren't you, wild monkey?"