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

Looking at Sakuragi's composed yet insane eyes.

The gloom in Akagi's heart was swept away.

Nod vigorously and shout:

"Well said!"

"Shohoku's inside game will never be crushed by the same person twice!"

"attack!"

The pace of the game immediately shifted to a brutally high-speed state.

Facing Morishige Hiroshi, this bloodthirsty giant bear.

Shohoku did not back down and launched a fierce counterattack.

"Whoosh!"

Mitsui Hisashi received a pass from Miyagi after a screen from Sakuragi.

He pulled it up and delivered a cold-blooded, unreasonable three-pointer!

Score 5:2!

"nice shot!"

Cheers erupted from the Shohoku bench.

But Mingpeng's counterattack was swift and deadly.

The ball possession was not entirely concentrated in Morishige Hiroshi's hands, demonstrating a high level of tactical awareness.

After drawing the defense, Mingpeng's point guard decisively passed the ball to the wing.

The unassuming defender received the ball with a cold look in his eyes.

Without the slightest hesitation, he attacked directly, meeting Rukawa's block attempt head-on.

"Whoosh!"

A well-placed three-pointer!

Score 5:5!

"It seems that Mingpeng's role players should not be underestimated."

Lin Bei squinted slightly on the sidelines, tapping his knee lightly with his fingers.

"Knowing how to use Morishige Hiroshi's influence to create opportunities, that's something."

The game became a close back-and-forth affair, with the score fluctuating between the two sides.

Rukawa Kaede breaks through and pulls up for a jump shot.

7: 5.

Mingpeng's power forward drives to the baseline for a layup.

7: 7.

The palace maid used the cover to throw the ball.

9: 7.

Morishige Hiroshi attacked the paint again, dominating the paint with his size and scoring off the backboard.

9: 9!

Every change of possession was accompanied by suffocating physical confrontations.

Sweat poured down like rain.

Heavy breathing filled the air above the stadium, creating a tragic symphony.

"Bang!"

Another physical battle in the paint.

When Akagi was fighting for a rebound, he was knocked aside by Morishige Hiroshi's powerful body.

He grunted, and the basketball was snatched by the power forward from Mingpeng.

"Back up!"

Despite the excruciating pain, Akagi gritted his teeth and roared.

As he ran back, he kept his eyes glued to the moving mountain of flesh ahead.

A man who dreams of dominating the entire nation and is Kanagawa's top center.

They underwent hellish training in Chicago.

He even set aside his pride and sought advice from NBA centers.

How could Takenori Akagi tolerate having his dignity trampled on by a rookie in the first year on the final stage?

"Absolutely not..."

Akagi clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his flesh.

My eyes gradually became bloodshot.

An unprecedentedly violent aura was brewing wildly within his black iron tower-like body.

"Mori Shigehiro..."

A roar like that of a ferocious beast erupted from Akagi's heart.

next time.

As long as they meet in the penalty area again.

I'll show you, you beast, what true dominance in the paint is all about!

Goro Domoto suddenly sat up straight in the stands.

They keenly perceived the changes in the atmosphere on the field.

"Is it coming...?"

Domoto murmured softly.

His gaze was fixed on the center of Shohoku High School, who exuded a dangerous aura.

"A battle for the dignity of the paint, belonging to Takenori Akagi!"

……

Sweat streamed down Akagi Takenori's rugged face.

It shattered into pieces when it hit the wooden floor.

"I was overpowered twice by the same person using pure force."

Akagi stared intently at the huge figure not far away.

His chest heaved violently as he gasped for breath.

This is the final.

It was the stage he had always dreamed of standing on.

Am I supposed to be the background figure for this freshman in front of the whole nation?

"no way!"

Akagi gritted his teeth, his voice so cold it was icy.

The game continues.

Mingpeng Industrial Ball Rights.

Meihou's point guard dribbled the ball across half-court, his eyes scanning back and forth across Shohoku's defense.

He didn't rush to find an opening, but patiently waited for the inside players to get into position.

Inside the penalty area, the two behemoths collided violently once again!

"Bang!"

The muscles collided with a dull thud.

Akagi Takenori spread his arms wide, wedging himself tightly behind Morishige Hiroshi.

"Feed".

Morishige Hiroshi had his back to Akagi, his massive body pushing backward like a wall.

He turned his head and burst out laughing:

"You're not even strong enough to tickle me."

"The paint is my playground, so you'd better get out of the way to avoid getting hurt."

That's like dancing in Akagi's minefield.

"Stop talking big, you first-grader."

"This restricted area belongs to Shohoku!"

Akagi's forehead veins bulged, and his voice was deep.

"Then let's give it a try, hehe."

Morishige Hiroshi exerted his full strength!

The terrifying weight on my back felt like a road roller rolling over me at full speed.

"They're here!"

Coach Anzai adjusted his glasses on the sidelines.

"That's a really powerful force."

Akagi's feet scraped against the wooden floor, making a harsh, grating sound.

In the past, this move would have definitely made him lose his balance.

But at that moment, the image of the Orlando Rehabilitation Center and that behemoth named "Shaq" flashed through Akagi's mind.

"Short guy, your lower body is too stiff."

"Strength isn't everything; be aware of shifts in your center of gravity!"

"Sink your waist, use your thighs and core to absorb his power, don't try to push against him with your chest!"

In the blink of an eye, Takenori Akagi's body instinctively adjusted.

He suddenly lowered his center of gravity, his feet shifting into a lunge position with one foot forward and the other back.

With knees slightly bent, the powerful core strength of the waist and abdomen explodes completely.

He pressed down hard on Morishige Hiroshi's lower back.

"Bang!"

Morishige Hiroshi's all-out ramming, which he was determined to win, felt like he had hit a solid iron plate!

"Um?"

Morishige Hiroshi was stunned.

His massive body was actually stuck in place, unable to move an inch!

"We successfully defended against it!!"

Ryota Miyagi excitedly pumped his fist from beyond the three-point line.

"Well done, gorilla!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi shouted from the side.

Having undergone Rodman's special training, he knew better than anyone how much core strength it took to withstand such a monster in the paint.

"Why did this guy suddenly get hard?"

The smile on Morishige Hiroshi's face vanished, replaced by a surge of irritation.

"I told you, this isn't your playground!"

Akagi roared and immediately reversed his force.

He forcefully pushed Morishige Hiroshi half a step away!

Seeing Morishige Hiroshi being pushed back, Akagi breathed heavily.

The surrounding noise seemed to fade away. Those gloomy images flashed before his eyes.

The basketball court was empty during my first year of high school.

"That idiot Akagi only talks about dominating the whole country; he's a complete lunatic."

"Playing with him will exhaust me sooner or later, so I'm quitting the team."

The locker room after being eliminated in the first round of the county competition in my second year of high school.

"I'm sorry, Akagi, we did our best."

Those departing figures, those mocking laughs.

Three whole years.

He was like a solitary ascetic, guarding a dream that almost no one believed in.

"I waited three years."

Akagi silently recited in his mind.

"Not so that I'll be used as experience points by some brat who relies on his physical talent today!"

On the bench, Kiminobu Kogure's eyes were red.

"Akagi!"

He knew better than anyone how much blood and tears Akagi had swallowed to get to where he was today.

"Go for it, Akagi!" Kogure shouted at the top of his lungs.

On the court, Mingpeng's point guard remained expressionless.

"Is it blocked? It's okay."

Meihou's point guard made a crossover dodge to avoid Miyagi's attempt to steal the ball.

He made a concealed gesture at the top of the arc.

Coach Mingpeng on the sidelines let out a cold laugh.

"Shohoku's center, you think you can win just by defending the lower body?"

"Ah-Kuan's true terror lies in the heavens!"