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

"but……"

Shinichi Mu clenched his fist, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit.

"No matter what."

"This national tournament is thanks to Shohoku and Rinhoku."

"The real show is just beginning."

……

On the field.

The game continues.

Although Lin Bei left the game, Xiangbei's momentum had completely picked up, and everyone was fully buffed.

The Fengyu team was still reeling from that 25-0 defeat.

Especially the inside players.

Takenori Akagi is like a Tyrannosaurus Rex that has stumbled into a flock of sheep.

They wreaked havoc in the restricted area, doing whatever they pleased.

Iwata Mitsuaki was so badly beaten that he questioned his existence and even considered calling the police.

And that bald guy...

Although Sakuragi Hanamichi's technique was somewhat rough, his movements were comical, like those of a comedian.

But his abnormal rebounding ability is simply hopeless.

As long as the basketball bounces off the rim.

That red figure always appears at the highest point immediately, as if it were equipped with a spring.

"Sakuragi Hanamichi, the rebounding king, is here!!"

Snapped!

Another offensive rebound.

Sakuragi landed, but instead of launching a strong attack when he was surrounded by two opponents.

Instead, he made an extremely clumsy feint, leaving both opponents completely bewildered.

Then the ball was passed to an open player on the outside.

Mitsui Hisashi was standing there.

Man of Flame.

Mitsui receives the ball, adjusts, and shoots.

Her pose was beautiful, textbook perfect.

Swish!

Three point hit.

30: 11.

The point difference is still widening and shows no signs of stopping.

Fengyu's coach slumped in his chair, his face ashen, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

It’s over.

It's all over.

This is hardly a C-level team.

This is clearly a super monster army in sheep's clothing!

Everyone's a villain!

And that most terrifying monster leader.

He was lying on the bench, snoring softly, sleeping soundly.

This moment.

Everyone in the Hiroshima stadium realized something.

This summer.

The winds of Kanagawa are about to sweep across the entire country.

And it was a typhoon that passed through!

……

"Flank!"

"Hold that center down tight!!"

Coach Fengyu was so anxious on the sidelines that he was jumping up and down.

His tie was askew under his armpit; where was the slightest bit of a dashing gentleman's demeanor?

He looked just like a gambler who had lost everything.

He understood.

Although that monster number 16 was eliminated.

But none of the people from Shohoku were easy to deal with.

If we don't contain Akagi, this behemoth in the paint.

Toyotama is going to lose face in Hiroshima today, and not in a way that can be salvaged.

On the field.

The Fengyu team members had fierce eyes, like a pack of wild dogs cornered in a desperate situation.

Takenori Akagi received the ball in a low position.

Swish!Swish!Swish!

Three figures instantly surrounded them.

Iwata Mitsuaki held the rear guard, while Kishimoto Minori and another flank player tightly blocked both sides, as if trying to squeeze Akagi into a meat pie.

"Don't move!!"

Kishimoto roared, spittle flying everywhere, and wildly waved his arms to block his view.

In the past, Akagi might have panicked in this suffocating three-man encirclement, and might have forced himself to jump and end up in a huge mess.

But now?

A cold smile curled at the corner of Akagi's mouth.

That's it?

During his special training in the United States, he withstood the "inhuman" human wave tank that Shaquille O'Neal was. How could he possibly withstand these guys in front of him?

That's child's play.

Akagi didn't act recklessly; he grabbed the ball with both hands, raised it high, and his large, bell-like eyes instantly scanned the entire field.

Sakuragi, that red-haired idiot, was yelling for the ball in the corner.

Mitsui was stuck to it like glue at a 45-degree angle.

Miyagi was closely harassed by Itakura at the top of the arc.

There was only one person.

That guy who usually acts like a lone wolf, but becomes the sharpest when it matters.

Rukawa Kaede.

Weak side, huge open space!

"Catch the ball!!"

Akagi let out a loud shout and then flicked his wrist with an extremely gentle motion.

The basketball, like a cannonball, precisely tore through the gap in the three-man encirclement and flew straight into Rukawa's palm.

"What?!"

Kishimoto's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

When did that gorilla who only knew how to chisel learn such delicate work?

This unscientific!

……

One step beyond the three-point line.

Rukawa received the ball, his knees slightly bent, and without any adjustment, he immediately pulled up for a jump.

At that very moment.

A dark shadow pounced on it like a shark that had smelled blood.

Nan Lie.

Captain Toyotama, the infamous "ace assassin".

"That number 16 is out, Akagi's surrounded, you're the only one who can make a move!"

Nan Lie's eyes were sinister and ruthless. He leaped high into the air, his long arms blocking out all shooting opportunities.

"Get down here!!"

He staked all his dignity on that shot.

however.

Rukawa Kaede's icy face remained completely expressionless.

Faced with a close-range defense, he neither leaned back nor attempted a layup.

Instead, it accelerates.

fast.

It's ridiculously fast.

The entire shooting motion was as if it had been fast-forwarded, with the original one-second motion being forcibly compressed into a fraction of a second.

This is……

Nan Lie's proud fast shooting rhythm?

No, it's not just about speed.

The moment the basketball left his hand, Rukawa Kaede lowered his wrist extremely low, causing the ball to fly at an alarmingly high angle.

That is……

Linbei's extremely high parabola?

Nan Lie's pupils contracted violently.

The fingertips were only one centimeter away from the basketball.

But that insignificant centimeter is an insurmountable chasm for him.

"What...what kind of weird move is this?!"

Nan Lie's mentality collapsed.

Isn't this just my attack speed plus that monster's anti-aircraft gun?!

Learning on the spot?

The entire audience craned their necks, watching the orange basketball trace a high rainbow arc in the air.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

All that remained was the sound of the basketball spinning rapidly through the air.

Swish!

A crisp sound, like celestial music.

The ball swished through the net, sending white waves crashing against it.

33: 11.

……

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

Half a second later.

boom--!!!

The Hiroshima Stadium erupted in chaos, the sound almost shattering the glass.

"Holy crap!! It went in!!"

"Another three-pointer! Are these Shohoku guys buying three-pointers wholesale?!"

"That shot was released way too fast! I didn't even see it!"

"A clone of Rukawa Kaede from 'Ninja Kaede'?!"

The audience went crazy.

I thought Lin Bei's next game would be boring.

Unexpectedly, this cool and handsome guy turned around and played a royal flush.

Sakuragi Hanamichi, standing to the side, had his mouth agape wide enough to fit an egg.

"That dead fox..."

Sakuragi's pupils trembled.

As a "genius" who had just undergone hellish training, he knew better than anyone the significance of this shot.

That speed of release, that parabolic control, and the stability during confrontation.

too strong.

So strong it's despair-inducing.

I practiced for so long before I even got the basics right, and this damn fox can learn it just by looking at it?

Could he be a genius too?

Sakuragi clenched his fist, his nails digging deep into his flesh.

Not reconciled!

I, the genius, am the savior!

Why does that stinky fox always walk ahead and show off?!

"Damn it!!"

Sakuragi gritted his teeth, his eyes blazing with fury.

"This genius will absolutely not lose to you!"

"absolute!!"