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

Aida Yayoi's expression froze completely.

The pen in my hand fell to the table with a "thud".

That was a slap in the face, and it happened so fast!

Everyone, including the Sannoh players and the die-hard fans in the stands, was completely dumbfounded.

The scoreboard flips over.

Xiangbei 11:6 Mountain King.

After a brief moment of deathly silence, the entire stadium seemed to be struck by a magnitude 12 earthquake.

The audience went wild, and the deafening cheers drowned out everything else.

"Holy crap! It went in! It went in again!!"

"His pull-up jumper against a defender's face—that was absolutely divine!"

"Three consecutive three-pointers! They're on fire!"

"Is Sannoh's defense made of paper in front of him?!"

The fans in the stands who had previously looked down on Shohoku were now holding their heads in their hands, their faces filled with disbelief.

One player grabbed his teammate's shoulder and shook him violently.

"Hey! Who exactly is this number 14?!"

"Kanagawa has such terrifying archers?!"

De Nan, along with several delinquents, frantically waved the "Flame Man" flag in the stands.

De Nan cried so hard that he cried his eyes out and his voice became completely hoarse.

"His name is Mitsui Hisashi! The MVP of Takeishi Middle School!"

"See that? This is Mitsui!"

"A man who never gives up!"

On the court, Mitsui Hisashi maintained his shooting posture, standing in the corner.

He didn't celebrate wildly; he just gave Ichinokura Satoshi a cold glance as he slumped to the ground.

"Good defense."

"Unfortunately, today the basketball hoop felt as vast as the Pacific Ocean to me."

Mitsui turned and went back to defend.

The sneakers rubbed against the smooth wooden floor, making a crisp "squeak" sound.

A real man never looks back at the basket.

He didn't even blink, despite the screams that erupted from the stands behind him, as if the roof was about to be blown off.

A cold wind swept across the soaked jersey.

This feeling is absolutely amazing, it's exhilarating!

"You mistress! You've gone absolutely insane with that!"

A voice as loud as a broken gong exploded from the side and behind.

Sakuragi Hanamichi, sporting a shiny bald head, darted over like a gust of wind.

His eyes widened, and his mouth stretched almost to his ears.

"He can walk in without even looking at the basket? I give that a perfect score for showing off!"

"Teach me quickly! Teach this move to this genius!"

Sakuragi danced around excitedly, as thrilled as a 200-pound monkey.

Ryota Miyagi followed with small, quick steps.

He retreated to defend, and Oki Mitsui gave him a thumbs up.

"You really showed off your coolness that time."

Miyagi grinned, her earring sparkling.

"Ichinokura's face is as green as a cabbage, haha!"

Listening to the two guys showering me with unreserved praise.

Mitsui paused slightly, his old face turning red on the spot.

Her tsundere (arrogant/tsundere) traits are off the charts.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Mitsui abruptly turned his head, desperately suppressing the wildly upturned corners of his lips.

He glared at the two of them fiercely, but his tone betrayed an undisguised smugness.

"Get back on defense immediately!"

"If you get hit and they retaliate, I'll teach you a lesson!"

Mitsui quickened his pace and rushed towards the halfway point like a gust of wind.

Sakuragi touched his bald head and pouted.

"Tch, you're getting all worked up over just a couple of compliments."

Looking at these three clowns, Takenori Akagi, who was lagging behind, burst out laughing.

On that unchanging, black iron tower face, a rare look of fatherly satisfaction appeared.

"This kid..." Akagi muttered to himself.

He could sense that the atmosphere within the team had completely opened up.

There was no fear of facing a king, only a fervent desire to dethrone the opponent.

Just then, a cold wind swept past Akagi's side.

Rukawa Kaede ran expressionlessly, his dark, tousled hair plastered to his forehead.

A dangerous flame ignited in those narrow, fox-like eyes.

"A three-pointer..."

Rukawa Kaede snorted coldly in his heart, secretly competing with himself.

"Trying to steal my thunder?"

……

In front of the bench of Sannoh Industrial.

Head coach Goro Domoto slowly stood up from his folding chair.

He had his hands in his suit trouser pockets, his brows furrowed in a deep frown.

His gaze was fixed on Mitsui's back.

"This Mitsui Hisashi..."

Domoto lowered his voice and muttered to himself.

"He's so confident in his three-point shooting accuracy."

He caught the ball without hesitation, jumped decisively, and turned to celebrate as soon as the ball left his hand.

"This kid really doesn't leave himself any way out."

Domoto took a deep breath and felt a chill run down his back.

"Catch and shoot, that's incredible clutch performance, it's unbelievable."

The die-hard Sannoh fans in the stands were completely silenced.

The shushing sound I had prepared was abruptly stuck in my throat.

"Wow, that was fast!"

A seasoned fan couldn't help but exclaim.

"Look at Shohoku's formation! They didn't hesitate at all after scoring!"

"Their defensive rotation speed has improved!"

The baseline of the field.

Satoshi Ichinokura is preparing a counterattack.

He was still reflecting on the ball he had just scored.

"How could this be..."

"I clearly already put it on."

Why was he still able to make the shot?

"Was there a flaw in my defense?"

"No... my defense was flawless."

Satoshi Ichinokura shook his head.

"Could it be... height?"

171 versus 184, a gap of 13 centimeters.

Ichinokura Satoshi shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

The atmosphere on the Shohoku bench was absolutely electric.

Ayako waved her folding fan and jumped up excitedly.

"Yay, Mitsui! Well done!"

The substitute players were so excited that they huddled together and roared.

"Mitsui-senpai is so cool!"

"Just let them die!"

Yasuda sat on the bench, clutching his trouser leg tightly, tears welling up in his eyes.

"That's too powerful..."

Yasuda's voice trembled.

"Mitsui-senpai, despite his past fame, is still able to unleash such energy."

Sitting next to him, Kiminobu Kogure adjusted his glasses.

The reflection from his glasses obscured the emotions in his eyes.

"It's not just because of its fame."

Kogure looked at the glowing figure of number 14 on the field, his voice deep and resonant.

"He regretted those two years of absence more than anyone else."

Kogure's eyes reddened slightly as he recalled the image of the long-haired thug crying and saying, "I want to play basketball."

"He is now risking his life to make up for past regrets."

"He wants to get back the two years he lost, with interest!"

The bench fell silent the moment those words were spoken.

Everyone looked at Mitsui with a newfound sense of respect.

On the other side, Coach Anzai held a thermos cup, his chubby face remaining completely expressionless.

Behind the reflective glasses, those eyes seemed to see through everything.

"Oh ho ho ho".

Coach Anzai chuckled and turned to look at the boy who was slacking off in the corner.

"Lin Bei, did you notice?"

Lin Bei was leaning back in his chair, chewing on a mint.

Upon hearing the question, he slightly raised his eyelids, a sharp glint flashing in his deep black eyes.

He looked at Mitsui, who was panting heavily on the field, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"Um."

Lin Bei's tone was completely calm.

"It's a bit further now."

This shows that Mitsui, under Lin Bei's tutelage, has begun to gradually grasp Midorima's full-court three-point shooting technique.

"But this is someone else's path."

"I hope he can find his own path."