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

Domoto Goro took a deep breath.

The atmosphere in the locker room of Sannoh Industrial was so oppressive it was suffocating.

"Waaah... Waaah..."

In the corner, Mikio Kawata huddled together.

His massive body trembled uncontrollably, his hands tightly covering his face, tears streaming down his face.

This child was so badly beaten that he developed autism.

"I'm sorry... Coach... Brother... I'm completely useless..."

Domoto Goro walked to his side, slowly reached out, and patted his broad shoulder.

"Don't cry, Mikio."

Domoto's voice remained calm and steady, carrying the soothing power of someone who had been through many battles.

"It's already quite impressive that you managed to hold on for your first time on the court."

"Lift your head up and consider this tuition fee for your future."

Miki nodded, sobbing, but the shattered fear in her eyes could not be erased.

After calming down the inside man, Goro Domoto turned his head and fixed his gaze on Eiji Sawakita, who was sitting in the middle of the bench.

"Sawakita..."

Domoto was about to outline tactics for the second half, but he swallowed his words.

Zebei wasn't listening at all.

This nationally renowned top high school student in Japan is biting a white towel tightly in his mouth.

His eyes were fixed on the floor, but deep in his pupils burned a chillingly fanatical flame.

"My left foot is off-center..."

"No, there was a tiny twist at the moment the ankle touched the ground..."

"That indirect transition..."

"If you apply the opposite force when you touch the ball, you can completely shake off the defender..."

"And that selfless state of mind where you only have basketball in your eyes..."

Zebei was muttering incoherently, his brain's CPU was practically overheating.

His right hand was suspended in mid-air.

Unconsciously, he mimicked the ghostly dribbling trajectories of Ming Linbei in the first half.

He became completely absorbed in a morbid, even obsessive, state of focus.

"He's frantically analyzing the technology of that number 16." Kazunari Fukatsu looked at Sawakita expressionlessly.

Although his tone was calm, his clenched fists betrayed the turmoil within him.

Masashi Kawata rubbed his thick wrists.

"Let him be, he's always been like this since he was little."

"Once cornered, it will turn into a mad dog eager to evolve."

"Nobe, you're replacing Mikio in the second half," Goro Domoto decisively ordered.

"clear!"

Nobe Masahiro suddenly stood up, cracking his neck.

Sannoh Industries, this terrifying war machine.

After the humiliating massacre in the first half.

The gears are re-engaging in the darkness.

……

The sky outside the Hiroshima Stadium had darkened completely sometime during the night.

Thick, dark clouds pressed down on the glass dome, making the air stifling and unsettling.

"Boom—"

A low rumble of thunder rolled in the distance; a downpour was imminent.

But the suffocating weather couldn't dampen the jubilant celebration in the Shohoku stadium.

"Well done! Twenty minutes left!"

"Maintain our 20-point lead! We absolutely cannot give them a chance to breathe!"

The Shohoku substitutes waved towels, their voices hoarse from shouting, their faces filled with an extreme desire for victory.

In the stands, Sakuragi's army was extremely arrogant, completely turning the tables and taking the lead.

Yohei Mito cupped his hands around his mouth and roared at the Sannoh supporters.

"Is that all there is to Sannoh?!"

Takamiya Nozomi followed suit, wildly twisting her obese body and loudly mocking him.

"That's right! Shohoku is the real powerhouse!"

"Hanamichi, keep crushing them in the second half!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi stood on the sidelines, hands on his hips, laughing triumphantly.

"Hahaha! Did you hear that?!"

"What 'Number One High School'? And that fat guy who weighs over 200 pounds!"

"Everyone is a pushover in front of this genius!"

"Idiot, don't overdo it." Rukawa Kaede glanced at him coldly.

He turned on the kettle without a second thought, and the icy water rolled down his throat.

"Alright, everyone, quiet down and gather around."

Coach Anzai adjusted his reflective glasses, his round face devoid of any smile.

The players immediately quieted down and quickly gathered around.

"You played really well in the first half, exceeding my expectations."

Coach Anzai's gaze swept over Akagi, Mitsui, Miyagi, and the others, and his tone suddenly became extremely serious.

"However, you must never become complacent."

"Sannoh Industrial will not give up easily; they are kings who have experienced countless desperate situations."

"Their counterattack will be absolutely devastating."

"Now is the crucial moment that will determine our fate."

"The real match to defeat Sannoh only began the moment the second half started."

Everyone felt a chill run down their spines.

My previously agitated mind instantly calmed down as if plunged into ice water.

Coach Anzai turned to look at Lin Bei, who was sitting at the end of the bench, looking extremely languid.

"Lin Bei exerted himself greatly in the first half to break the deadlock and needs to rest and conserve his energy for the time being."

Lin Bei had a white towel covering his head and didn't even lift his eyelids.

"So, for the next fifteen minutes, you have to withstand the most intense artillery fire from Sannoh."

Coach Anzai's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable, overwhelming force.

"Put your honed skills and indomitable spirit into this court without reservation."

"Hold onto our advantage and wait for Lin Bei to return."

"yes!"

Akagi Takenori let out a roar, like a silverback gorilla pounding its chest and stamping its feet.

"Don't let them break through before I wake up, that would be too embarrassing."

Lin Bei's lazy voice came from under the towel, tinged with a hint of mockery.

Rukawa Kaede stood up without saying a word.

He ripped off his sports jacket and tossed it onto the chair.

A chilling killing intent surged in his narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes.

"I won't let them cross that line," Rukawa Kaede said coldly.

He replaced Lin Bei and strode towards the court.

"beep--!"

The referee's whistle broke the silence.

The second half of the game has officially begun.

As the Sannoh players stepped onto the court, a remarkable transformation occurred in the eyes of each of them.

Gone was the complacency and panic of the first half; in its place came a chilling, machine-like coldness.

Nobe Masahiro replaced the mentally unstable Mikio, and Sannoh restored their strongest mobility lineup.

Possession of the ball is in the hands of Sannoh.

Kazunari Fukatsu controlled the ball steadily past half-court, and despite Ryota Miyagi's relentless pressure, he didn't even falter in his breathing.

His gaze swept across the field like a cold radar, finally locking onto the right flank.

There, Eiji Sawakita was facing Rukawa Kaede's defense.

"Whoosh!"

The basketball, spinning intensely, tore through the air and slammed precisely into Zebei's hands.

Rukawa Kaede immediately lowered his center of gravity and spread his arms like a falcon spreading its wings.

He stared intently at every muscle twitch in Zebei's shoulder.

The second half has just begun.

Rukawa Kaede knew very well that he didn't have the stamina to force the Zone to open right now.

Activating his ultimate skill too early will only cause him to overdraw his resources prematurely, turning him into a burden during the final battle.

He could only rely on his raw, extreme defense to tough it out.

However, the moment Zebei received the ball, his aura exploded!

A wild aura, like that of a ferocious beast, mixed with hysterical madness, erupted like a volcanic eruption!

Wild!

A wild, untamed ferocity!