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

Akagi Takenori's face turned deathly pale instantly.

A violent, twisting sensation shot through my ankle nerves and into my brain like a madman, instantly soaking my jersey in cold sweat.

"Well……"

A muffled groan, suppressed to the extreme.

The pillar of Shohoku High School, which had originally been firmly established.

At this moment, it crashed heavily onto the floor like a mountain of gold and a pillar of jade being overturned.

Boom!

This dull thud was heavier than any dunk before, striking the hearts of every member of Shohoku High School.

Akagi curled up on the ground, his hands gripping his ankles tightly.

His face was contorted in agony, and his teeth were clenched so tightly they were grinding together.

The basketball rolled away alone to the side.

"Beep—! Match paused!!"

The referee's sharp whistle pierced the sky.

The once bustling arena seemed to have been instantly emptied of air, leaving it deathly silent.

"A... gorilla?"

Sakuragi Hanamichi's smile froze on his lips, looking both comical and pathetic.

He stared blankly at Akagi lying on the ground, his mind a complete blank.

That man who wouldn't fall no matter how much he was bumped, who was as strong as a monster... fell down?

"team leader!!"

Miyagi, Rukawa, and Mitsui rushed over like madmen.

In the stands, Kogure Kiminobu's water bottle fell to the ground with a "clatter," his face turning deathly pale.

"How could it be... of all times..."

That's Akagi's old wound!

The hidden dangers left from the last match against Ryonan have resurfaced, and the consequences could be disastrous!

The Shohoku bench was in complete chaos.

Ayako rushed into the scene carrying a first-aid kit. The usually feisty and capable woman was now trembling violently as she untied her shoelaces.

When the shoes and socks were taken off, and the ankle, swollen like a steamed bun, was exposed to the air, a collective gasp rippled through the crowd.

Dark purple bruises were spreading under the skin, a shocking sight.

"No... the injury is too severe."

"We can't continue; he must be taken to the hospital immediately!"

Ayako's voice trembled as she sobbed.

"No... I won't leave..."

Akagi, who had been gritting his teeth and enduring the pain, suddenly opened his eyes, which were bloodshot.

"Give me a fixation device... I can still do it..."

He grabbed Ayako's wrist, his voice hoarse as if he had swallowed a handful of sand.

"Why are you hitting me! My bones are going to break!" Ayako yelled anxiously, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Akagi! Calm down!"

Mitsui Hisashi held his shoulder tightly, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

"Even if I have to crawl... I'll crawl to the end..."

Akagi was panting heavily, his eyes fixed on the scoreboard.

This was the closest he had come to his dream in three years.

How could you fall here?

How can we let everything go to waste because of such a ridiculous injury?

A feeling of despair spread like a plague among the Shohoku team members.

Without their inside anchor, how can they possibly win against Hainan, who have Maki Shinichi on their roster?

"well……"

In the midst of this suffocatingly low pressure, an extremely untimely sigh came from the substitutes' bench.

Lazy, helpless, and with a touch of morning grumpiness.

Everyone instinctively turned around.

Suddenly, number 16, who had been slumped in his chair pretending to be dead, stood up.

Lin Bei reached out and pulled off his jacket, revealing a black and red jersey.

He twisted his neck, making a cracking sound, and slowly began to stretch his legs.

Lin Bei stretched while muttering to himself.

The sound was neither too loud nor too soft, just enough for those around to hear.

"If you're injured, just rest well."

When he raised his head, his usually half-open, sleepy eyes were fully open.

Deep within those dark pupils, it seemed as if a ferocious beast was awakening.

Coach Anzai's glasses reflected a white light: "Lin Bei, student..."

"Dad, let's change the person." Lin Bei straightened up.

"Let that gorilla go down and calm down."

"As for the competition..."

He pointed to the scoreboard, a smug smile playing on his lips:

"Leave it to me."

Three simple words.

But like a strong draft, it instantly dispelled the gloom that had been hanging over Xiangbei.

"Lin Bei..."

Akagi, on the stretcher, struggled to lift his head.

Looking at that lazy figure from behind, he suddenly seemed unusually tall and imposing.

Just as Lin Bei walked to the sidelines to prepare to enter the game, an unexpected change occurred.

A sudden burst of unified and powerful cheers erupted from the stands behind the Shohoku bench.

It's not Japanese.

Rather, it was Chinese that Lin Bei knew by heart.

"Lin Bei! Keep it up!!"

"Lin Bei! Kill them!!"

"Lin Bei! Awesome!!"

These shouts, thick with local accents, sounded particularly abrupt and yet incredibly passionate in this foreign stadium.

Lin Bei, who was about to go on stage, stopped in his tracks and stood frozen in place.

Am I right?

Am I hallucinating?

He turned around in surprise.

Amidst the sea of ​​fans, a vibrant splash of red suddenly appeared.

They were a group of seventeen or eighteen-year-olds, their faces brimming with youth and passion.

Although there were only a dozen or so people.

But that spirit and energy completely overwhelmed the hundreds of people around them.

The group of boys at the head of the group held aloft a large homemade flag with Chinese characters written on it in a bold and elegant style.

Linbei Fan Club

Below is a line of hilarious small print:

Join us and let's slack off together!

"puff……"

Lin Bei almost lost his composure and broke down on the spot.

These people really understand him...

At the very front of the international students stood a cute black-haired girl.

Her cheeks were rosy, and her eyes shone like little suns.

Upon seeing Lin Bei turn around, the girl excitedly jumped up and down, waving her hands frantically.

"Lin Bei, keep it up!!"

"I'm Little Sun! We're from the Kanagawa exchange student group!"

"Knowing you made it to the finals, we specially assembled a group to support you!!"

"Don't embarrass us Chinese! Let's crush Hainan!"

"The hopes of the entire village rest on your shoulders!!"

The girl's voice was clear, melodious, and extremely penetrating.

Although the surrounding Japanese audience couldn't understand, they were all stunned by the enthusiasm of these young people, who seemed to want to lift the roof off.

"Who is that? Lin Bei's friend?"

"Whoever it is, their aura is just too overwhelming!"

Lin Bei looked at the "fish-catching flag" fluttering in the wind.

Looking at those familiar yet unfamiliar faces, a warm feeling uncontrollably rushed into my chest.

I've been transported to this parallel world.

Although we now have a system and teammates.

But that sense of alienation, of being a stranger in a foreign land, has never disappeared.

until now.

Hearing this rough yet familiar local accent, and seeing this slightly cheesy flag.

Lin Bei suddenly felt that the nature of this match had changed.

It wasn't just for the mission, or to show off, and it wasn't just for Shohoku.

It is also to live up to the expectations of these lovely people.

Lin Bei took a deep breath and turned to face the group of international students.

He raised his right hand and waved it gently.

Then he gave a thumbs-up, revealing a set of white teeth.

"Waaaaaah!!!"

Upon seeing Lin Bei's response, the international students erupted in cheers that nearly shook the stands to their core.

"He saw it! He responded!!"

"Lin Bei is so handsome! This is a sure thing!!"

"Brothers, shout until your voices are hoarse! We can't lose our fighting spirit!!"

Lin Bei withdrew his gaze and turned around, the smile on his lips slowly fading.

Instead, there was an unprecedented coldness and seriousness.

He turned and strode onto the field.

With each step he took, a little more of his lazy aura was shed.

The moment his feet touched the solid wood floor, Lin Bei, the salted fish who only wanted to lie down, disappeared.

Instead, a new legend with the ability to "create miracles" is about to take over the game.

He walked up to Sakuragi, who was in a state of confusion and anger, and smacked his red head hard.

Snapped!

"What are you daydreaming about, you idiot?"

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried a reassuring calmness.

Sakuragi covered his head, tears welling up in his eyes:

"Master... the gorilla..."

"He won't die."

Lin Bei interrupted him, his gaze passing over Sakuragi and piercing straight at the imposing Maki Shinichi opposite him.

"Now that the gorilla is off the court, you're in charge of the paint."

"As for that middle-aged man..."

Lin Bei flexed his wrists, a playful glint in his eyes—the excitement of a hunter seeing his top prey.

"I will show him who the real emperor is."

[Akashi Seijuro Template]

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