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

Sannoh Industrial scored two more points.

Xiangbei 20:14 Mountain King.

The entire Hiroshima Stadium fell into a deathly silence.

All eyes were fixed on the red-haired boy who had fallen to the ground, and the giant center who hadn't even broken a sweat.

This is the overwhelming advantage that absolute height and weight bring.

No fancy changes of direction are needed, no flying or diving is needed, and you don't even need to jump.

The audience was silent.

Only the basketball remained, bouncing "thump, thump" on the floor.

Each blow struck the hearts of the Shohoku team like a hammer blow.

Kawada Mikio paused for a moment, staring at the basketball that had swished through the net.

He grinned, revealing a simple and honest smile.

"Hehe, it's in."

The silly laugh sounded particularly jarring in the silent stadium.

Immediately afterwards, the entire Hiroshima Stadium seemed to be set ablaze like a powder keg.

A frenzied cheer erupted as the dome was torn apart.

"Wow! Miki is amazing!"

"Well done! That's a true behemoth!"

"Miki is so cool! Crush them!"

The support team for Sannoh Industrial sounded a deafening clarion call.

The sound waves swept towards Shohoku's half of the court like a tsunami.

Faced with the overwhelming pressure from the away team, the Shohoku bench completely erupted in chaos.

"What the hell is going on?!"

"That counts as a score?"

"Just ramming into the defender like that, isn't that a foul?"

Kogure was so anxious that he jumped up and down, pointing at the arena and shouting.

On the field, Sakuragi Hanamichi, who had just been knocked away, sprang up from the floor with a somersault.

He rubbed his aching chest and stormed up to the referee in a fit of rage.

"Yeah! That's a foul!"

"That fat guy just used his mountain of flesh to smash this genius away!"

"That's definitely a charging foul, call it a foul!"

Sakuragi yelled, his spittle almost flying onto the referee's face.

Akagi Takenori immediately strode forward and blocked the irritable Sakuragi behind him.

His brows were furrowed.

"That level of collision just now, wasn't that a foul?"

"The defender had completely lost his position; this was clearly an abnormal physical contact."

Akagi's voice was deep and powerful.

The referee waved his hand repeatedly at the two towering iron towers that were the Shohoku's inside players.

He made a gesture indicating that the goal was valid, with the whistle in his mouth.

"There was no foul."

"Sannoh No. 15 used his weight and strength to create space within the restricted area, and his movements were very clean."

"The game continues!"

The referee's tone was firm and showed no leniency.

A corner at the very top of the stands, a secluded spot away from the noise.

The head coach of Mingpeng Industrial stroked his stubble and looked down at the farce on the field.

He twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a cunning and shrewd smile.

"In principle, basketball is indeed a sport that prohibits physical contact."

"However, for this competitive sport with a history of over a hundred years, the real key to victory or defeat lies in the mutual pushing and balancing."

Coach Mingpeng turned his head slightly.

These words were clearly meant for the enormous figure beside him.

"Listen up, centers and power forwards, you must make good use of your absolute size advantage."

"Overwhelm the opponent's defense and seize the most advantageous scoring positions."

"This is the true rule of survival for inside players."

The large body of Morishige Hiroshi sitting next to him was hunched over in the seat.

He didn't say a word, and didn't even lift his eyelids.

Morishige Hiroshi stared intently at Kawada Mikio below the stage with an extremely cold, predatory gaze.

In his eyes, that 130-kilogram mountain of flesh was perhaps just a toy qualified to go head-to-head with him.

On the field, Mikio, who had scored a goal, scurried over to Kazunari Fukatsu.

He scratched the back of his head and chuckled again.

"Fakatsu, thanks to that pass, you were perfectly positioned!"

Kazunari Fukatsu glanced at him expressionlessly, just about to say something.

"Mikami! What are you doing?!"

A deafening roar came from the restricted area.

Okawada's fierce face was as black as the bottom of a pot, as if he wanted to devour people.

His muscles were tense as he pointed to the baseline where Shohoku had already started serving.

"Get back to defend right now!"

"Just because they scored a goal, they're already getting cocky?"

Okawata's roar even drowned out the cheers of the audience.

Miki was so frightened that her whole body trembled, and the smile on her face vanished instantly.

"I'm so sorry, brother!"

He bowed hastily.

He shook off those two thick, elephant-like legs and ran desperately towards his own half of the field.

With each step, the wooden floor seemed to wail in agony.

On the Shohoku bench, Kiminobu Kogure wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

His eyes were filled with deep despair.

"Sannoh Industrial... is truly terrifying."

"It's practically a monster concentration camp where hidden dragons and crouching tigers reside." Kogure's voice trembled.

Kakuta Satoru swallowed hard and nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, we're exhausted just from trying to hold our positions against that number 5, Nobe Masahiro."

"That Miki-o is even more exaggerated in size than his brother. You can tell at a glance that he's a tougher and more difficult character to deal with."

Sitting at the end of the bench, with a white towel draped over his head, Rukawa Kaede slightly raised his head.

His right eye, which wasn't covered by gauze, coldly swept over Sakuragi Hanamichi, who was still rubbing his chest on the field.

"Idiot, is that all you've got? There's really no need for that."

Rukawa Kaede mentally complained, but a hint of anticipation lingered in his eyes.

Inside the arena, Takenori Akagi strode over to Sakuragi's side.

A broad, thick hand slammed down on Sakuragi's shoulder.

"Don't be discouraged, Sakuragi."

That last shot wasn't your fault.

Akagi took a deep breath, his eyes fixed intently on the huge figure that was retreating to defend.

"His size is indeed outrageously large, and his strength is monstrous."

"But with so much fat on him, he must move very slowly."

"This is his fatal weakness."

Akagi's words were like a shot of adrenaline.

He lowered his head and looked into Sakuragi's eyes.

"Can you handle it?"

Akagi's voice carried a hint of inquiry.

Sakuragi Hanamichi, who was already feeling somewhat frustrated, exploded upon hearing this.

He suddenly sat up straight, his eyes wide like saucers, his face full of displeasure.

"Are you kidding me!"

"Will I be unable to hold on?"

Sakuragi slapped Akagi's hand away and roared like an enraged little lion.

"What nonsense are you spouting, you gorilla!"

"This genius is Shohoku's secret weapon, how could I possibly be defeated by a fat pig!"

Sakuragi pointed at Kawada through gritted teeth.

"You'd better hurry up and find a way to deal with your East African ape."

"As for this fatso, leave him to me."

Sakuragi clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles cracked, radiating a wild fighting spirit.

"If we don't teach them a lesson, they'll really think we're easy to bully."

"They need to know!"

"Who are the two brothers who dominate the paint!"