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

"Beep—!"

The referee's whistle blew sharply.

Both parties are reminded that the pause has completely ended.

The game continues.

The noise inside the Hiroshima Stadium literally blew off the roof.

The players from both teams stepped back onto the tense wooden floor.

Sakuragi Hanamichi strode ahead.

He held his head high, his chin practically pointing to the sky.

The blinding stadium spotlights shone on that red, buzz-cut head, as if it were surrounded by some kind of sacred halo.

He suddenly stopped and turned around.

He stood with his hands on his hips, grinning wildly.

"Follow this genius closely!"

"The supporting characters!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi declared loudly in an irrefutable tone.

The four people following behind him turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

Akagi Takenori's forehead veins bulged.

He clenched his fists tightly, barely suppressing the urge to deliver a powerful punch to this idiot in front of everyone.

Lin Bei grinned and walked straight past him.

Miyagi Ryota sighed helplessly and reached out to rub his curly hair.

Mitsui Hisashi was so angry that he rolled his eyes and cursed under his breath.

"This red-haired monkey, it shines brightly when given a little sunshine."

"If he messes up later, I'll teach him a lesson."

the other side.

In front of the bench of Sannoh Industrial.

The atmosphere was so calm it was suffocating.

Sawakita Eiji walked up behind Kawata Mikio.

He raised his hand and slapped Mikio's broad, wall-like back with tremendous force.

A crisp "snap" sound.

"Go for it, Mikio!"

"Let them see the dominance of our Sannoh's interior defense!"

Sawakita Eiji's face was full of absolute confidence.

Mikio Kawada's entire body of fat trembled violently.

He was covered in sweat, his thick fingers nervously fidgeting with the hem of his jersey.

"Yes...yes!"

Miki answered haltingly, her eyes revealing a clear mix of naivety and nervousness.

Coach Goro Domoto stood on the sidelines with his arms crossed.

His gaze was sharp as an eagle's, sweeping over each player about to take the field.

"Fukatsu, Matsumoto!"

Domoto Goro gave a solemn instruction.

"You guys should launch a fast break whenever you get the chance!"

"Don't give Shohoku any chance to catch their breath or get into position."

Kazunari Fukatsu and Minoru Matsumoto nodded in unison.

Then, Goro Domoto turned his gaze to Masashi Okawata.

The man, known as the nation's best center, was frowning as he stared at his younger brother.

"Kawata, do your best to help your younger brother in the paint."

"He needs more real-world experience to hone his mentality."

Okawada Masashi groaned.

His rugged face was etched with displeasure.

"I just think he's too inexperienced."

"But don't worry, Coach, with me here, no one can run wild in the penalty area."

He cracked his large knuckles, making a teeth-grinding cracking sound.

The players from both sides took their positions.

The restricted area is like the center of an arena.

Sakuragi Hanamichi stood firmly in front of Kawata Mikio.

A height of 189 cm compared to 210 cm.

It's like a cheetah facing off against a mountain of meat.

But Sakuragi Hanamichi refused to back down an inch.

He lowered his center of gravity slightly, staring intently at the other person.

His eyes were full of wildness and undisguised aggression.

High up in the audience seating area.

Mingpeng Industrial's exclusive grandstand.

The coach pointed at the behemoth on the field with a serious expression.

"Watch closely, Kuan."

"That Miki is also a first-year student."

"Although he's clumsy now, his terrifying physique is a gift from God."

"They will definitely become your formidable rivals in the national competition in the future."

Sitting next to him, Morishige Hiroshi was bored. Upon hearing this, he slowly lowered his head and looked down at the court.

His face, which always wore a lazy and arrogant expression, suddenly revealed a smile full of interest.

He didn't look at Mikio; his gaze was fixed on the red figure from behind.

"Oh?"

"I actually think the red-haired one is quite interesting."

The image of Sakuragi trying to bump into him in the passageway flashed through Morishige Hiroshi's mind.

Although it doesn't hurt or itch.

But he could sense an astonishing explosive power hidden within that body.

"I really want to ram him into the air on the field and see if that happens."

Morishige Hiroshi licked his lips, his eyes turning dangerous.

The match officially resumed.

Sannoh has the ball.

Kazunari Fukatsu controlled the ball steadily beyond the three-point line, his eyes coldly observing the situation.

Miyagi Ryota spread his arms wide and stood firmly on guard, not daring to relax for a moment.

Suddenly, Fukatsu delivered a concealed bounce pass.

The basketball seemed to have a GPS, precisely navigating through the defenders and landing in the hands of center Mikio.

"They're here!"

All eyes were on the penalty area.

Miki Osamu desperately protected the ball with both hands.

He took a deep breath, remembering the coach's and Zebei's instructions.

"I must attack! I cannot be afraid!"

Miki gritted her teeth and leaned her massive body back abruptly.

He used his extremely exaggerated weight to squeeze Sakuragi Hanamichi.

"Bang!"

The heavy thud of muscle colliding with fat echoed under the basket.

Sakuragi Hanamichi felt an overwhelming force surge from his chest.

With both feet gripping the ground, the soles of their shoes scraped against the wooden floor, making a screeching sound.

"Squeak—squeak—"

However, his absolute disadvantage in weight meant he couldn't get rid of this brute force at all.

He involuntarily took half a step back.

A gap was torn in the defensive position.

A burst of laughter erupted from the audience.

"Haha, Miki's here again!"

"This move is simply unbeatable!"

"That red-haired kid can't hold on at all!"

"Sannoh plans to make Mikio their main force in this round; what a cruel tactical arrangement."

Hearing the discussions, Mikio's confidence gradually swelled.

He felt the resistance behind him weaken.

"Now!"

Miki let out a low growl.

Suddenly sticking his butt out, he concentrated the power in his back and pushed hard again.

"Bang!"

This impact was even more violent.

Caught off guard, Sakuragi Hanamichi was thrown backward, his feet leaving the ground and flying two meters away.

Blood and qi surged in my chest.

They completely lost their defensive position.

Mikio seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Its massive body appeared clumsy, but its turning motion was exceptionally resolute.

Facing the basket.

Raise your massive arm and, with a stiff but steady motion, throw the ball.

The basketball hit the backboard and bounced obediently into the net.

"Whoosh."

A crisp sound of swishing nets rang out.

The scoreboard then jumped.

22: 18.

Sannoh widened the score gap again.

"nice shot!!"

The Sannoh bench erupted in cheers.

The audience erupted in deafening cheers.

Coach Goro Domoto nodded in satisfaction on the sidelines.

He clasped his hands together and encouraged loudly.

"Great, play like that!"

"Use our advantage to completely crush their inside game!"

Upon hearing the praise, Mikio blushed with excitement and responded loudly.

The atmosphere on the Shohoku bench was tense.

Lin Bei stood on the sidelines, covering his face with one hand, looking utterly disappointed.

"What did I teach you before!"

"We need to use stance training!"

"Root yourself firmly in the ground, lower your center of gravity to the earth!"

"As long as you stay calm, even an elephant can't topple you!"

Lin Bei was so angry that his teeth itched, and he roared wildly in his heart.

He spent a lot of his "slacking off points" to redeem this.

I wanted to develop a perfect tank so that I could legitimately slack off.

If we can't even defend against a fat guy, this is a huge loss.

"If you get knocked away again, you can forget about your Michelin-starred meal tonight!"

Lin Bei ruthlessly unleashed his trump card.

Upon hearing "Michelin-starred meal," Sakuragi Hanamichi's eyes widened like saucers.

He wiped the sweat from his chin.

"You damned master, stop looking down on me!"

"This genius was just careless!"

Ryota Miyagi runs to the baseline to prepare to serve.

He passed by Sakuragi and patted his butt.

"Don't worry about it, Sakuragi."

"The opponent does have a physical advantage, so we just need to pull one back on the offensive end."

Ryota Miyagi's eyes were unusually firm.

Sakuragi Hanamichi punched his chest hard.

It made a dull sound.

"knew!"

He readily agreed verbally, but in his mind he was creating a whole drama for himself.

"Hmph, there's nothing I can do about it!"

"Because I'm Shohoku's ace!"

"In crucial moments, it really comes down to this genius to save the team!"