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

"Beep—!"

A sharp whistle pierced the noisy air of the Hiroshima Stadium.

The referee raised one hand and made a "T" shape with the other hand in front of his chest.

"White team, requesting a timeout!"

They have been unable to control the situation since the start of the competition.

Even Sannoh Industrial, which had been repeatedly suppressed by Shohoku, finally called the first timeout of the game.

The audience erupted in uproar.

This team, hailed as an invincible legend, was forced to call a halt shortly after the start of the game.

This is unheard of in the national competitions over the years.

The team returned to the bench to rest.

The cheers from the Xiangbei side were deafening.

"Very good!"

"You guys are amazing!"

Kakuta Satoru, Ishii, and the others rushed forward immediately.

They hurriedly handed over a snow-white towel and a drink.

Kiminobu Kogure was so excited that his glasses almost fell off.

He patted each of the key players off the field on the shoulder with force, his voice filled with ecstasy.

Coach Anzai sat on a bench, his hands folded over his round belly.

A wise light refracts from behind the lens.

"Keep it up, you're all doing a great job."

Coach Anzai said with a smile.

His voice wasn't loud, but it was like a shot of adrenaline, calming the tense players down.

Everyone sat down to rest, panting heavily.

The intensity of the game in the last few minutes was outrageous; every offensive and defensive play was pushing our physical limits.

Miyagi Ryota wiped the sweat off his face haphazardly with a towel while excitedly looking around.

"Hey, why does Sannoh seem to be having a bit of a lapse today?"

Miyagi Ryota grinned.

The fear that Sannoh had instilled in them before the match has now been swept away by their advantage on the field.

"Yeah, I thought they were some kind of scary people."

Kuwata, who was on the bench, also chimed in.

Lin Bei turned to look at Mitsui Hisashi, who was chugging water, and patted him hard on the back.

"But speaking of which, Mitsui-senpai's three-point shooting today was absolutely phenomenal!"

"I think we should just change the name to 'Three-Point Lifespan,' it sounds so powerful!"

Lin Bei joked.

No sooner had he finished speaking than a piercing, malicious laugh came from the side.

"Hehehehe..."

Sakuragi Hanamichi, sporting a red buzz cut, approached like a ghost.

He put his hands on his hips and looked Mitsui up and down with a disdainful expression.

"The mistress was totally on fire today."

"His performance far exceeded his actual ability."

"puff--!"

Mitsui Hisashi spat out a mouthful of water.

The veins on his forehead were bulging.

"What did you say?!"

"You damn red-haired monkey, shut your mouth!"

"That's a marksman's intuition honed through countless trials; what do you know!"

Mitsui Hisashi roared in exasperation.

Sakuragi Hanamichi glared back defiantly.

The two were like fighting cocks, and it looked like they were about to have a full-blown brawl on the bench.

"Alright, everyone, quiet down!"

Takenori Akagi delivered a powerful punch to Sakuragi's head.

"This is the time to discuss tactics, not for you two idiots to argue!"

Just then, Coach Anzai coughed softly.

He stretched out his chubby hand and adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"Alright, everyone, calm down."

"Let's discuss the next tactics."

Coach Anzai's tone suddenly turned serious.

The Shohoku team immediately quieted down, put away their joking thoughts, and quickly gathered around Coach Anzai.

The camera pans to the other side of the stadium.

The atmosphere on the bench of Sannoh Industrial High School was completely different from that of Shohoku High School.

There was no noise, no laughter, only a suffocating heaviness and deathly silence.

Coach Goro Domoto held a tactical board in his hand, his gaze sharp as a knife, slowly sweeping across the face of each player.

His gaze finally settled on the enormous figure that resembled a mountain of flesh.

"Mikio."

Domoto Goro called out in a deep voice.

Kawada Mikio, who was looking down with a nervous expression, trembled and hurriedly raised his head.

"Yes...yes!"

Miki answered nervously, her voice trembling with fear.

Domoto Goro tapped the inside area of ​​the tactics board several times with a marker, making a "thump-thump" sound.

"When the game restarts, our tactics will revolve around you."

Domoto Goro's tone left no room for doubt.

Upon hearing this, several key members of the Mountain King team showed slight surprise.

Kazunari Fukatsu turned his head and looked at the coach expressionlessly.

Masashi Okawata frowned deeply, seemingly having doubts about this risky decision.

"With...with me at the center?"

Miki was completely dumbfounded, pointing to her big nose with her thick finger.

"Huh?!"

He let out an incredulous gasp.

Ignoring Mikio's shock, Domoto Goro turned to look at Sawakita Eiji, who was standing to the side.

"Ze Bei, from now on, you don't need to focus all your energy on scoring."

"Your only task is to keep Lin Bei occupied at all costs!"

"Wherever he goes, you must follow him like a shadow, and absolutely not give him any chance to score!"

Domoto Goro gave a death order.

Sawakita Eiji was slightly taken aback, feeling a little uneasy.

As the undisputed number one high school student in the country, he was made to act as a tool to restrain a freshman.

This was an insane blow to his self-esteem.

But he quickly took a deep breath and suppressed his pride.

"Understood, Coach."

"Sawakita Eiji answered in a deep voice."

Domoto Goro nodded in satisfaction, and finally turned his gaze to his most trusted captain, Fukatsu Kazunari.

"Fakatsu, change tactics."

"Next, Mikio will be the main attacker. You'll be responsible for maintaining the rhythm and feeding him the ball."

Domoto Goro explained, word by word.

Kazunari Fukatsu had no further questions and simply nodded.

"Um."

Upon receiving confirmation from the captain, Mikio became even more flustered.

His large, fan-like hands were at a loss for what to do, and cold sweat streamed down his round cheeks.

"I...I can't do it..."

"I couldn't even knock that red-haired guy away..."

Miki mumbled something, her eyes darting around.

Seeing his younger brother's pathetic state, Masashi Okawada was so angry that he was about to raise his hand to slap his head again.

Before Kawada's slap could land, Sawakita Eiji suddenly stepped forward and patted Mikio's broad back forcefully.

"Don't worry, Mikio!"

Sawakita Eiji flashed a bright and confident smile and encouraged loudly:

"Don't overthink it, just do it the same way you do during practice!"

"With your physique and strength, as long as you play steadily, you will never lose to them!"

Seeing the trusting look in Sawakita's eyes, Mikio's mood calmed down a little.

He swallowed hard, as if to encourage himself, and nodded heavily.

"Yes...yes!"

Domoto Goro watched this scene quietly, his gaze deep.

His inner thoughts were racing.

Miki Osamu possesses physical talents that are difficult for ordinary people to match.

However, for a long time, he had lived in the overly dazzling shadow of his older brother, Masashi Kawada.

This made him always play cautiously on the court.

I never dare to fully express myself.

This genius, who is in no way inferior to his brother, is currently lacking the confidence and practical experience necessary to establish himself.

Domoto Goro's gaze became unusually firm.

In order to enable him to undergo a transformation through the brutal baptism of this national competition and truly grow into the core force of Sannoh Industrial in the future.

Even if it means taking on some risks in the battle now.

This is also an essential part of the Sannoh training program!

The King of Sannoh's vision should never be limited to this victory in front of him.

They aim to dominate the future!