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

"100 points!"

"A perfect performance! You're a born rock star!"

On the large screen of the song request station, an extremely dazzling golden firework effect erupted.

Sakuragi Hanamichi's face immediately turned a deep liver color.

He pointed incredulously at the screen, his fingers trembling:

"It's a cover-up! It's absolutely a cover-up!"

"That song that just rocked my soul, this crappy machine somehow glitched and didn't score it?"

"That lousy teacher actually got a perfect score?!"

"He's cheating!"

On the leather sofa on the other side of the private room.

The captains of both teams each held a cup of iced oolong tea.

Shinichi Mu narrowed his eyes as he looked at Lin Bei, who was surrounded by a crowd not far away.

He turned his head, raised the glass, and the ice cubes crunched against the glass.

"Shohoku is indeed very strong now," Maki Shinichi said in a low voice.

"However, we in Hainan will not lose to you again."

Akagi Takenori gripped his cup tightly, his gaze fixed on Maki Shinichi.

"clang--"

The two glasses gently touched in mid-air.

"We will not lose to anyone."

"Mu, see you in the semifinals."

Akagi grinned, exuding absolute confidence.

"Don't crash prematurely, Akagi." Maki Shinichi tilted his head back and downed the oolong tea in his cup.

The intense competition combined with a whole night of revelry has taken its toll, even on this group of monstrous individuals.

One by one, the group left the private room and walked towards their hotel rooms, chatting and laughing.

The noise gradually faded away.

Mitsui Hisashi, however, did not keep up with the main group.

He deliberately slowed his pace.

After everyone had disappeared from sight, he turned around and pressed the elevator button for the first floor.

The elevator doors slowly closed, completely shutting out the noise from outside.

Mitsui leaned against the cold metal wall of the compartment and let out a long sigh.

The non-stop matches, coupled with the antics of these lively characters, left him feeling exhausted to the core.

Shohoku did indeed win against Aiwa Academy.

But his own performance was nothing short of disastrous.

I'm getting impatient, anxious, and my stamina is running out quickly.

He desperately wanted to prove himself and make up for the two years he had lost.

The more anxious they became, the more chaotic things got, and they completely underperformed on the field.

If Lin Bei hadn't decisively substituted him, who knows how badly he would have ruined the game.

"bite--"

The elevator arrived at the first floor.

On a summer night in Hiroshima, the evening breeze carries a slight chill to your face.

Mitsui wandered aimlessly through the streets.

All he wants now is to unload his burdens and catch his breath on this street where nobody knows him.

I don't know how long I walked, but the surroundings grew darker and darker.

Unbeknownst to him, he had strayed from the commercial area and turned into a dilapidated alley where even the streetlights flickered on and off.

Just about to turn around.

Next to the trash can, three figures who had been squatting on the ground smoking slowly stood up.

Cheap leather jacket, and the same yellow hair as the young punk.

They spread out in a fan shape, blocking Mitsui's path.

"Hey, isn't this the sports star who's here to compete in the national tournament?"

"I've seen him on TV."

The leader exhaled a smoke ring, staring intently at the limited-edition sneakers on Mitsui's feet.

He walked over, took out a lighter, and tossed it around, making a "click" sound.

"We're a bit short on cash lately, can you lend us some?"

"Don't force us to take action."

The two underlings next to him joined in the commotion, rolling up their sleeves to show off their crooked tattoos.

Mitsui stopped in his tracks.

Looking at these arrogant street thugs, he felt no ripples in his heart.

Back when he was a gang leader, what kind of big scenes hadn't he seen?

These spineless cowards aren't even worthy of carrying his shoes.

Mitsui took a deep breath, and his previously tired eyes turned cold.

Instead of retreating, he took a step forward.

The aura of a true outlaw, forged through bloodshed and street humiliation, pressed down on them without reservation.

"Get out of here."

"I don't want to fight today."

Mitsui's voice was as cold as ice shards.

With just that one emotionless remark, the laughter of the three thugs caught in their throats.

They felt a chill run down their spines, as if they were being watched by some terrifying beast.

The sheer pressure emanating from these high school students made their calves tremble.

Just as the thugs were getting scared and wanted to leave.

Mitsui's gaze, however, went past them and looked into the depths of the alley.

In the dimly lit corner.

A tall figure was leaning lazily against a motorcycle.

The cigarette butt on my fingertips flickered in the night.

Mitsui's pupils contracted sharply, his heart felt like it had been violently squeezed, and he even stopped breathing.

Stunned, shocked.

Take advantage of that half-second of Mitsui's distraction.

The gang leader on the other side felt he had lost face and became completely enraged.

He's a local bigwig, scared off by a high school student. How will he ever be able to face anyone again?

"You brat, you're asking for it!"

He suddenly circled around to Mitsui's side, reached behind his waist with his right hand, and pulled out a switchblade.

"Whoosh!"

The blade bounced off, gleaming coldly.

The gang leader gritted his teeth and stabbed Mitsui in the back, who was completely unprepared.

Mitsui snapped out of his daze and caught a glimpse of cold light out of the corner of his eye.

At the critical moment.

"Bang!"

A dull, loud bang echoed through the alley.

No nonsense, no frills.

The figure leaning against the motorcycle strode out.

A long leg clad in motorcycle boots, whistling through the air, landed squarely on the thug leader's chest.

"Bang!"

The gang leader didn't even have time to let out a scream.

He was thrown backwards, as if he had been hit by a truck, his feet leaving the ground and flying three or four meters away.

Finally, he slammed heavily onto the rusty trash can and passed out.

The remaining two thugs were terrified on the spot.

They trembled as they looked at the man who was slowly retracting his leg.

A black tight-fitting vest, and that wild long hair.

The man casually flicked away a half-smoked cigarette, the sparks drawing a red streak across the night sky.

"Tetsuo..."

Mitsui's voice trembled, as if he had used all his strength to utter that name.

The shock of reuniting with an old friend crashed into Mitsui's heart like a tsunami.

Looking at that familiar face, I recall those days of fighting and brawling, and the absurdity of smashing up the basketball court.

The image of Tetsuo, covered in blood, smiling and saying "Goodbye, athletic boy" keeps replaying in my mind.

Her eyes immediately welled up with tears.

"What are you daydreaming about, Mitsui?"

Tetsuo's cold voice pulled Mitsui back to reality.

He turned his head and stared at the remaining two thugs as if they were dead dogs.

"Get out of here!"

The two thugs suddenly realized what was happening.

They glanced at their leader, who was lying on the ground seemingly dead, and then surrounded him from the left and right.

Tie Nan snorted coldly and darted out like a cheetah.

Clean and crisp street fighting techniques.

He grabbed one of the thugs by the hair and pressed him down hard.

At the same time, his right knee thrust out violently.

"Bang!"

The thug's face slammed into his knee, causing his nose to bleed profusely, and he collapsed limply to the ground.

The other one screamed in fright.

Without even looking, Iron Man delivered a precise roundhouse kick to the opponent's neck.

Another muffled sound.

In less than ten seconds, it was a crushing victory.

The three thugs lay sprawled on the ground, groaning.

After finishing all that, Tie Nan didn't even catch his breath.

He dusted off his hands.

He walked straight up to Mitsui.