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

The night was as thick as ink that couldn't be dissolved.

The mountain forest was shrouded in mist, and the occasional eerie cry of a night owl only heightened the atmosphere of terror.

There is more than one mountain path leading to the shrine.

This was precisely the "execution ground" carefully chosen by Sakuragi's gang of mischievous friends.

The first path was overgrown with waist-high weeds.

"Damn it..."

Mitsui Hisashi clung tightly to Miyagi Ryota's clothes.

His steps were unsteady, as if he were walking on cotton; his former MVP demeanor was nowhere to be seen.

"Hey! Ryota! Slow down! Aren't you a brother?!"

"Stop talking nonsense! Don't pull my pants! They're going to fall down!"

Despite his tough talk, the cold sweat on his forehead betrayed him.

The beam of his flashlight was swinging wildly, so fast that anyone who didn't know better would think he was dancing at a disco.

call--

A gust of cold wind slipped into my collar.

The bushes along the roadside began to shake violently.

"Give me back...my hair..."

A mournful, plaintive voice seemed to emerge from the sewers of hell.

Immediately afterwards, a pale white mask hung upside down from the treetop, with long, straight black wigs reaching the ground and fluttering in the wind.

"Waaaaaahh ...

Mitsui and Miyagi instantly erupted in dolphin-like sounds.

The two embraced each other perfectly, the sound of their teeth chattering clearly audible.

"A ghost!!"

"Don't eat me! Mitsui's meat is tough! It's chewy! Eat it!"

"You bastard Liangtian! You're the old one! Your whole family is old! I'm still a big boy!"

The two of them kept insulting and sabotaging each other while scrambling forward.

At that speed, even a 100-meter sprinter would have to offer him a cigarette.

Up in the tree, wearing a mask, Oonan Yuji covered his mouth and laughed so hard he almost choked and fell off the branch.

"These two cowards are too easy to fool."

The second path has steep stone steps.

Takenori Akagi walked in front, his back ramrod straight like an iron plate.

Kogure Kiminobu pushed up his glasses and gave a wry smile.

He could clearly see that his captain's pillar-like thighs were vibrating at a subtle frequency.

"Akagi, you don't really need to walk so fast..."

"I...I'm doing this so I can get to the finish line as quickly as possible! Time is money!"

Akagi had a very loud voice, trying to use the volume to cover up his guilty conscience.

Just then, a huge black shadow slowly rose from behind a giant rock by the roadside.

That thing was enormous, with two curved bull horns on its head and a spiked club in its hand, exuding a powerful aura of menace.

"roar--!"

A beastly roar exploded forth.

Akagi froze, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

What is that? Ox-headed and horse-faced demons? Or a wild man from the mountains?

At that moment, extreme fear underwent a qualitative change, transforming into extreme—anger!

"Aaaaaah! Hasage—!!"

With his eyes closed, Akagi swung his fist, which was as big as a clay pot, and delivered a chaotic "Gorilla Crushing Fist" to the shadowy figure.

I don't care if you're human or ghost, take this punch first!

"Bang!"

A muffled thud followed by the sound of props shattering.

This was immediately followed by Takamiya Nozomi's fleshy scream:

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Captain! It's me!"

"I am Takamiya! My intestines are about to burst!"

The costume was smashed to pieces with a single punch, and Takamiya Nozomi rolled on the ground clutching her stomach, like a fat turtle whose shell had been flipped over.

Akagi was panting heavily, still shaken.

Upon recognizing that it was that fat bastard Gao Gong, his face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

"How dare you scare me?!"

Then came a beating of iron fists filled with "love," and screams echoed through the mountains.

The third path was deathly silent.

Rukawa Kaede had his hands in his pockets, his eyelids drooping, as if he were sleepwalking.

Lin Bei walked beside him, still cracking sunflower seeds in his hand, the "crunch, crunch" sound particularly jarring in the silence.

This made Noma Chuichiro, who was hiding in the bushes, look rather awkward.

These two have absolutely no respect for the monsters in the starting village! Can't they at least show some respect?

"Damn it, take this!"

Noma suddenly pulled the rope.

"Whoosh—!"

A white-clad female ghost model with disheveled hair sped past the two of them on roller skates, its speed creating a whooshing sound.

A normal person would be absolutely terrified at this point.

however.

Rukawa Kaede simply tilted his head slightly.

The moment the "female ghost" flew in front of him, a cold glint flashed in his previously sleepy eyes.

His right hand shot out like lightning.

"Snapped!"

It precisely gripped the model's neck.

The inertia caused the model to sway twice in his hand, like a cat whose fate was being squeezed by the scruff of its neck.

"..."

The air suddenly became quiet.

Noma's chin was practically falling off the ground in the grass.

That's a zipline that can go at speeds of 40 kilometers per hour!

So you caught it? Is this human dynamic vision?

Rukawa Kaede stared expressionlessly at the mannequin head in his hand.

With a slight frown, he uttered two words:

"Blocking the way."

Just toss it aside.

"Thump."

The dummy head drew a beautiful parabola and landed squarely in the grass, hitting Noma right on the forehead.

"Ouch! Headshot!"

Lin Bei spat out the sunflower seed shells and gave a thumbs-up to the bushes:

"Good aim. Looks like the special training these past few days has paid off. You're quite the expert at catching ghosts."

The fourth path.

Sakuragi Hanamichi, protecting Haruko and Ayako, walked with an air of utter indifference, his chest pounding loudly.

"Miss Haruko, don't be afraid!"

"Even if Sadako came, this genius would shove her back into the TV!"

Haruko gripped Ayako's hand tightly, and although she was scared, she managed a weak smile upon hearing Sakuragi's words:

"Sakuragi-kun is really reliable."

This compliment injected Sakuragi with nuclear power, making him incredibly strong.

Just then, the "ultimate mechanism" personally designed by Yohei Mito was activated.

Suddenly, large amounts of dry ice mist spewed out from all around, causing the ground to shake.

A beam of green light shone ahead, vaguely revealing the figure of a headless samurai, holding a blood-dripping katana.

"Give me back my head..."

The voice is processed by a voice changer, becoming deep and husky, with a built-in 3D surround effect.

"Aaaaaah!"

Haruko was so frightened that tears streamed down her face.

Ayako's face also turned pale, and she subconsciously stepped back.

The goddess sheds tears, and Sakuragi goes berserk.

"You damned ghost! How dare you scare Haruko-san!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi, enraged and disregarding all materialism, slid forward and charged.

"Iron Head Kung Fu—!!"

"Thump!!"

A loud bang.

The "headless warrior" was knocked five meters away and hung on a tree branch.

The props were scattered all over the ground, revealing Mito Yohei inside.

Yohei clutched his chest, looking utterly dejected: "Hanamichi...you were too cruel...that was a steel pipe support...my ribs were about to break..."

Sakuragi was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Hahaha! Yohei! So it was you, kid!"

"This genius saw through everything long ago! That's the insight of a genius!"

Twenty minutes later.

Miraculously, all four teams arrived at the shrine halfway up the mountain at the same time.

It's more like a dilapidated little wooden hut than a shrine.

The paint on the torii gate has all peeled off, and the shimenawa (sacred rope) is broken in half.

When everyone gathered together and saw each other's disheveled appearance, they were first stunned, then burst into laughter.

Akagi rubbed his swollen wrist, while Takamiya Nozomi sported panda eyes.

Miyagi and Mitsui were still blaming each other for being "pig teammates".

Rukawa Kaede yawned, looking like he wanted to go home and sleep.

Although the entire Sakuragi Army was injured, their faces were filled with the pleasure of a successful prank.

"alright."

Lin Bei walked to the front of the shrine and clapped his hands.

"Since we're already here, it would be a shame not to make a wish."