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

Everyone slowly opened their eyes.

That look wasn't longing; it was the emptiness of someone who had just returned from a bout of exhilaration in the deepest hell.

"vomit……"

Yueye covered his mouth, his face turning green. "Coach... stop talking, I feel like throwing up."

Uezu, weakly supporting her knees, said, "The food... is already in my throat."

Ikegami shuddered, his pupils dilating.

"And all I see when I close my eyes is Lin Bei's face... He's smiling, he's grinning maliciously!"

"I remembered the fear of him repeatedly rubbing me against the floor..."

"That's a horror movie, isn't it!"

Shigeichi Tagoka: "..."

His old face, which had just gathered its emotions and was ready to deliver the "Declaration of Independence," froze in mid-air.

The veins on his forehead throbbed with a joyful tap dance.

Those sabotaging bastards!

We've built up the atmosphere to this point, and this is what you give me?

"You bastard!!"

Taoka Shigeichi finally broke down.

"I'm here to help you turn your grief and anger into strength!"

"Who gave you the right to be remembered like those from horror movies!"

"Listen up, all of you!"

Taoka took a deep breath, forcibly lowered his blood pressure, and stood up.

Looking down at these wronged disciples from his high vantage point.

His gaze swept over Uozumi's honest yet resolute face, over Sendoh's perpetually sleepy smile, and finally settled on Fukuda, who was eager for praise.

"In terms of training volume, we're number one in Kanagawa, no, number one in the entire country!"

Taoka's voice no longer roared, but instead carried a chilling certainty.

He suddenly pointed his finger at the Hainan team, who were warming up on the other side.

"That old fox Gao Tou might be strict, but I guarantee he's not as ruthless as me!"

"You survived."

"Now that you've survived hell, nothing in this world can defeat you."

Taoka clenched his fist and swung it down hard, as if to smash the air in front of him:

"Drag Hainan off that damned throne!"

"Do you have confidence?!"

"have!!"

The generals of Lingnan roared in unison, their previous half-dead appearance instantly vanishing.

A flame called "ambition" crackled and burned in everyone's eyes.

……

"beep--!!"

"Both starting lineups enter the field!!"

As soon as the announcement came on, the entire stadium erupted in chaos, the sound almost lifting the roof off.

The spotlight slashed at the center of the field like a sharp sword.

Two torrents collided head-on.

The Purple Legion, the ever-victorious champions of Hainan.

The Deep Blue Legion, the strongest challenger, Ryonan.

Jun Uozumi walked in front.

His height of 2.02 meters is like a mobile fortress, and every step he takes on the floor seems to echo.

When passing by Kiyota Nobunaga, a first-year rookie on the Hainan team.

it's dark.

Darkness in a physical sense.

The enormous shadow instantly engulfed Kiyota.

Kiyota Nobunaga was holding his head high, with an arrogant expression that said "I am the best in the world," ready to say something tough.

When I looked up, all I saw was Uozumi's body, which was as wide as a wall.

"this……"

Kiyota's pupils dilated in shock, his neck tilted back to its limit, and his cervical spine emitted a protesting cracking sound.

Even though I knew this guy was very tall, the feeling of being so close to him was almost suffocating.

"A monster..."

Kiyota swallowed unconsciously, his throat feeling dry.

The prepared provocative lines remained unspoken.

In the stands.

Sakuragi Hanamichi was stuffing the last potato chip into his mouth.

Upon seeing this, my eyes instantly lit up like light bulbs.

"Whoa! That wild monkey is terrified!"

Sakuragi pointed at the audience and laughed so hard he slapped his thigh:

"Look at that height difference!"

"Interesting, very interesting."

Beside him, Kogure pushed up his glasses, looking completely bewildered: "Sakuragi, what are you laughing at?"

Sakuragi Hanamichi secretly stuffed the empty bag into Rukawa Kaede's pocket.

Then he crossed his arms and struck a pose like an "animal expert":

"Brother Glasses, you don't understand."

"This is a battle for the throne of the monkey world."

"The monkey boss of Lingnan versus the wild monkey of Hainan."

"I wonder whose bottom will get a bigger spanking later?"

"puff--"

Miyagi Ryota, who was drinking water, spat it out and almost choked to death.

Rukawa Kaede sat beside him, giving Sakuragi a cold glance, his thin lips parting slightly:

"Idiot, you're a monkey too."

"What did you say?! You damn fox! Want to fight?!"

Sakuragi instantly bristled, and the two of them pressed their foreheads together again, sparks flying everywhere.

Lin Bei was too lazy to deal with these two clowns.

He leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on the field like that of a hawk.

To be precise, it was focused on the man with the spiky hair.

"The script... has begun."

Lin Bei murmured softly.

On the field.

Jump ball in the center circle.

Jun Uozumi and Kazuma Takasago stood face to face.

Although Takasago is known as one of the four great centers in Kanagawa, at this moment, he appeared somewhat "petite" in front of Uozumi.

But the focus of the entire game was not on the center at all.

Uozumi didn't even glance at Takasago, but instead turned his head and stared intently at Maki Shinichi next to him.

The man known as the "Emperor".

"Shepherd".

Uozumi's voice was deep and booming, carrying an undisguised air of gunpowder:

"After today, your ranking in the county will drop another place."

Shinichi Maki was flexing his wrists when he heard this and paused.

He raised his head, his face, mature like that of a thirty-year-old man, remained completely expressionless.

Only a hint of kingly arrogance flashed deep within his eyes.

"By your own power, Uozumi?"

Maki Shinichi asked indifferently.

The tone was as if asking a primary school student if they could lift a 200-pound barbell.

It's not contempt, it's stating the facts.

The fish didn't get angry.

If it were last year, he would have exploded like a powder keg.

But after Lin Bei's brutal beating, after Akagi's resistance, and after those special training sessions that made him want to vomit bile.

His heart had hardened like a stone.

"It wasn't me."

Uozumi shook his head calmly, his gaze falling on his teammate who was standing lazily in the backcourt.

"It is the path of immortality."

Mu Shenyi raised an eyebrow slightly.

Follow the line of sight.

Sendoh Akira stood there with his hands on his hips, seemingly oblivious to the tense atmosphere.

Noticing Maki Shinichi's gaze, Sendoh scratched his signature spiky hair, revealing a helpless, wry smile:

"Hey, Captain Uozumi."

"Don't start stirring up trouble for me before it even begins."

"Ha...this is really a headache."

He said it was a headache, but there wasn't a trace of hesitation in Sendoh's eyes.

Hidden within it is the cold glint of a blade before it is drawn from its sheath.

From the stands, a wave of sound crashed down like a tide.

"Ryonan! Victory is certain!"

"Hainan! Victory is certain!"

In this adrenaline-pumping atmosphere.

The referee tossed the basketball high into the air.

"drink!!"

With a roar, the massive body of the fish soared into the sky like a rocket, creating a gust of wind.

No doubt about it.

An overwhelming advantage in height.

"Snapped!"

The basketball was precisely deflected backward.

"nice shot!"

Ryonan's point guard, Uekusa, received the ball.

According to the usual script, the planting of grass should proceed at a steady pace at this point.

Find a fish to live in, or make a ball for Sendoh.

But this time, the moment the grass caught the ball felt like holding a hot potato.

Without any hesitation, he launched a long pass!

aims.

Backcourt, Sendoh Akira!