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

The game continued.

The mountain king gave them no chance to catch their breath.

Serve from the baseline.

Fukatsu Kazunari remained as steady as an old dog, advancing forward expressionlessly.

He's like a precision machine devoid of emotion, only calculating the optimal solution.

"Defense! Defense!"

Akagi roared wildly inside.

Miyagi lowered his center of gravity and pressed Fukatsu relentlessly.

But Fukatsu easily neutralized Miyagi's harassment with a back-to-the-basket move.

His dead fish eyes swept across the entire room.

Okawata and Akagi were engaged in a frenzied hand-to-hand combat, the sound of their muscles colliding muffled.

Meanwhile, under the basket on the other side.

"Totem Pole" Nobe Masahiro is using his broad body to firmly trap Sakuragi.

"Red-haired monkey, save your breath."

Nobe spoke coldly, his lower body as stable as a rock.

No matter how much Sakuragi pushed him, he didn't budge.

Fukatsu seized the opportunity and flicked his wrist.

The basketball, like an orange lightning bolt, was precisely fed to the bystander.

It's too deep inside!

"Don't even think about it!"

Sakuragi roared and jumped up to try and block the shot.

But Nobe didn't give him a chance to fight back.

The moment he received the ball, Nobe's shoulder swayed slightly.

Feint!

Sakuragi was thrown into the air by the shaking, looking like a comical flea.

Nobe exerted force with his feet and turned lightly.

With a flick of the wrist, the batter is sent into the basket.

"Whoosh."

The crisp sound of the net being swished was like a bucket of cold water poured over Xiangbei.

11: 8.

Shanwang stabilized the situation in the most simple and unpretentious way.

"Good shot! Inoboe!"

The Sannoh substitutes cheered with joy.

Coach Domoto relaxed his brow and sat back down in his chair.

"That's right, strike the snake at its vital point."

On the field.

Sakuragi nearly fell as he landed, his eyes fixed on the falling basketball.

An unnamed fire shot straight to the top of his head.

"hateful!"

Sakuragi roared and slammed his fist heavily onto the basketball hoop padding.

It made a muffled sound.

He was faked out, blocked, and scored on easily.

This feeling of frustration drove him almost to madness.

Just then, an extremely irritating voice came from behind.

"Don't worry about it, Sakuragi."

Mitsui swung his aching wrist and strolled by leisurely.

"It's normal that we can't defend against it."

"After all, that's something beyond your capabilities."

After delivering that devastating blow, Mitsui ran away without looking back.

This statement was like a spark thrown directly into an ammunition depot.

"What the hell are you saying?!"

Sakuragi's eyes widened as he roared furiously at Mitsui's retreating figure.

They bared their teeth and claws, ready to charge forward and start a fight.

"Dare to look down on this genius?!"

"Next round, this genius will crush him right here!"

……

High up in the stands, the generals of Ryonan and Shoyo stood side by side.

Looking down at the stadium below, it seemed to be on fire.

"That's an evolution speed that's like cheating..."

Jun Uozumi crossed his arms over his chest, his broad shoulders like a wall.

He stared intently at the Shohoku players on the court, his voice low and deep:

"Mitsui has become stronger, even stronger than during the prefectural tournament."

"That gorilla Akagi has gotten stronger too, these guys are all getting insanely powerful..."

At this point, Uozumi snorted coldly.

"Except for that red-haired monkey who only knows how to shout, the rest are just for creating atmosphere."

Upon hearing this, Sendoh Akira, with his hands in his pockets, burst out laughing.

"Haha, Uozumi-senpai."

Sendoh leaned lazily against the railing, his gaze sweeping across half the stadium.

They precisely locked onto Sakuragi, who was frantically blocking Nobe Masahiro's position.

"Having hung out with these monsters, that kid's current combat strength is definitely not to be underestimated."

Fukuda Kichijou, who was standing to the side, did not respond.

Afu's thick lips were pressed tightly together as he stared intently at Sakuragi, his eyes filled with an unyielding wildness.

This red-haired kid, whom he once regarded as his nemesis, actually stood on the stage to challenge the national champion.

This made Afu feel as sour as if he had eaten a lemon.

"I have heard about Mitsui's background."

Hanagata Toru pushed up his glasses, exuding the aura of an intelligence chief.

"The former MVP of Wushi Middle School wasted two whole years due to a knee injury and went off to become a delinquent."

"Um."

Kenji Fujima nodded slightly, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

He understands all too well the pride of being an ace, and also all too well the frustration of falling from grace.

"He's actually a bit lost right now, and he can't figure out his own place."

Fujima's eyes were sharp as he analyzed the back of number 14 running on the field.

"Shohoku's starting lineup is too good."

"We have Akagi in the paint, Rukawa on the perimeter, Miyagi in ball handling, and even Sakuragi can steal the spotlight."

"Not to mention there's also that monster Lin Bei..."

"Every time he thinks about the two years he wasted, he doubts himself."

"The more you try to prove yourself, the stronger your inner demons become."

The discussions in the stands were drowned out by the shouts of the Sannoh cheerleaders.

On the field, the situation was extremely tense.

"Bang! Bang!"

Ryota Miyagi dribbles with a crazy crossover move.

Kazunari Fukatsu stood in front, expressionless and as steady as a rock.

"Over here!"

Near the baseline, Mitsui suddenly made a reverse run.

Using Akagi's solid screen, he created half a body distance and drove straight to the three-point line.

"Beautiful pass!"

The basketball was precisely guided and fell into Mitsui's hands.

Before he could even catch his breath, a suffocating pressure hit him right in the face.

"Don't even think about making a move!"

Ichinokura Satoshi was like a venomous snake; somehow he had bypassed cover and was now attacking at point-blank range.

He lowered his center of gravity, spread his arms wide, and wished he could hang directly on Mitsui.

"This guy..."

Mitsui's brows furrowed into a tight knot.

It's incredibly sticky!

A defensive specialist, huh?

It's so annoying, like a piece of chewing gum!

As soon as Mitsui raised the ball, Ichinokura Satoshi immediately stood on tiptoe and pressed against it.

Not even the slightest gap to jump!

"Whoa whoa--!"

The audience in the stands erupted in anger.

"Ichinokura's defense is insane!"

"This close marking makes dribbling difficult!"

"Why force a shot? There's no need for that!"

The Sannoh bench was waving towels wildly, like they were dancing at a rave.

"Well done! Lock him down!"

"By neutralizing Shohoku's three-pointer, this run is in the bag!"

Domoto Goro sat on the coach's bench, a wild grin spreading across his face.

Satoshi Ichinokura's defensive tenacity is unparalleled nationwide.

Once he gets on your nerves, even the best archer will have their mentality shattered.

A drop of sweat fell from Mitsui's chin onto the floor.

He tried to break through with a low shoulder, but Ichinokura Satoshi slid extremely fast and, with a "creak," blocked the path again with his chest.

This feeling of being completely controlled made Mitsui feel a surge of irritation.

It felt like I was back in that low period of injury and helplessness.

High up in the stands.

Sendoh slowly straightened up, his eyes shining.

"Shooting guard..."

"Now is the perfect time for him to overcome his inner demons."

on the field.

Everyone thought Mitsui would be forced to pass the ball, or force a pull-up jumper that would miss.

next second.

Mitsui took a deep breath, and his tense muscles suddenly relaxed.

He stopped.

They stopped forcing shots despite the blindfold.

Instead, he did something that shocked everyone.

retreat.

Mitsui dribbles the ball and takes a big step back with his right foot.

Step up with your left heel.

step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

Ichinokura Satoshi was prepared to withstand the physical confrontation, but his chest suddenly felt empty.

He looked up in surprise, his face full of question marks.

You cancelled it?

Why retreat this far?!

Mitsui retreated a full three steps beyond the three-point line!

This location isn't far from the center circle logo.

That's way beyond the range of a normal person!

Satoshi Ichinokura's brain simply shut down.

His task was to defend the three-point line, but now that the opponent had retreated to this godforsaken spot, he didn't dare to rush in.

He lunged forward, only to find himself in a wide-open space behind him.

Ichinokura Satoshi stopped at the three-point line, bending his knees in a defensive stance.

An eerie vacuum gap opened up between the two of them.

Hiroshima Stadium fell into a deathly silence for a few seconds.

The audience looked at each other in bewilderment, and even the Sannoh cheerleaders forgot to bang their batons.

"What does he want to do?"

"Reorganize so far away? There's not enough time!"

Nobody could understand this move.

Except for that lazy boy on the Shohoku bench.

Lin Bei opened his half-closed eyes wide, his dark eyes gleaming with a sharp light.

He spat out the mint and sat up abruptly.

Lin Bei crossed his hands and rested them on his chin, a smug smile playing on his lips.

"Finally figured it out, huh?" Lin Bei chuckled coldly in a low voice.

"Then let's give these ignorant frogs in a well a crushing blow."

On the field.

Mitsui stood three steps outside the three-point line.

He blocked out all the noise and countdown.

He looked at the ball in his hand, and Lin Bei's words during the training camp in Shizuoka flashed through his mind.

"Further away!"

I hope you can forge your own path.

What exactly is the path that belongs to Mitsui Hisashi?

Are we destined to live forever in the shadow of the past?

Or will you just wallow in regret and self-destruction?

"To hell with the shadows!"

Mitsui suddenly looked up, his eyes burning with intense rage.

That was the madness of crushing the past and rising from the ashes!

Aren't you supposed to be guarding the three-point line?

I'm right in your blind spot, ready to finish you off!

next second.

Amidst the horrified and stunned gazes of the entire audience.

Mitsui Hisashi, three steps outside the three-point line, suddenly exerted force with both legs!

"Bang!"

It rose from the ground!