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

"They were actually massacred unilaterally?"

"Take a close look at their opponents," Coach Anzai said gravely, pointing to the screen.

The camera zooms in.

Several high school students with different hair colors appeared in the shot.

Immediately afterwards, the video began playing highlights of the massacre.

The first shot.

A boy with blue hair was double-teamed by two black players who were over two meters tall.

His body was leaning back so far that it was almost parallel to the floor.

In this extreme situation, he didn't even look at the basket, and just casually tossed it out.

The basketball grazed the opponent's fingertips, tracing an uncanny arc before swishing through the net.

"This pose?"

Akagi's eyes widened, his fists clenched tightly, and a layer of cold sweat seeped from his forehead.

Miyagi Ryota gasped.

He abruptly turned to stare at Lin Bei, his voice trembling:

"Unpredictable shooting form..."

"This move is exactly the same as Lin Bei's!"

The second shot.

A boy with green hair and his left hand wrapped in bandages stood near the free-throw line in his own half of the court.

Before even crossing half-court, amidst the horrified stares of the entire arena, he pulled up for a shot.

The basketball traced a terrifying high parabola through the air.

It even flew out of the camera's field of view.

The green-haired boy turned away from the basketball hoop.

Finally, with a "whoosh," it went into the net hollow.

"What a joke!"

"A three-pointer covering the entire court?"

Mitsui Hisashi stared intently at the screen, his eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.

As a top marksman, his worldview shattered at that moment.

"At that distance, how could a human wrist possibly guarantee an accuracy rate? That's cheating!"

The third shot.

A giant with purple hair stood in the restricted area, like a demon god descending.

He stood up from the ground, facing two American giants weighing over 100 kilograms each.

With a wild, beast-like roar, he slammed the basketball into the hoop.

That pure, violent aesthetic even caused the backboard glass to crack with spiderweb-like fine lines.

"Gulp..."

Sakuragi Hanamichi swallowed hard as he looked at this inhuman scene.

Having fought Morishige Hiroshi hand-to-hand, he knew all too well what this terrifying power meant.

The fourth shot.

A boy with bright red hair stood outside the three-point line.

Facing the relentless pressure from the US team's point guard, who pounced on his prey like a tiger.

He simply performed an extremely simple crossover dribble.

boom!

The black point guard felt as if he had been struck on the ankle by an invisible hammer.

His right leg suddenly bent, causing him to lose his balance and fall hard onto the floor.

His face was filled with a look of utter terror, as if he had seen a ghost.

"It's Lin Bei's move..."

Rukawa's eyes became incredibly sharp.

He stared intently at the red-haired boy, not missing a single detail.

"No, it's not just about disrupting the center of gravity."

"His eyes could see right through the entire contraction trajectory of the other person's muscles."

The video playback has ended.

The locker room fell into a suffocating silence.

Only the hissing sound of electricity from the television reverberated through the air.

"Stop joking..." Miyagi Ryota clutched his head in pain with both hands.

He looked utterly bewildered: "Where did these rainbow-haired monsters come from?"

"How come the moves they're using are exactly the same as Lin Bei's?"

Everyone turned to look at Lin Bei.

His eyes were filled with great doubt and shock.

Lin Bei leaned against the locker, his face eerily calm.

But the deep, dark light in his eyes was pulsating wildly.

He can't exactly say, "I've been using their cheat codes all along," can he?

He knew very well that with a formidable enemy at hand, he absolutely could not allow the morale of his troops to collapse first.

Whether it's a coincidence or something else, it doesn't matter anymore.

Lin Bei's voice was like a sharp blade, cutting directly through the oppressive air in the locker room.

"The important thing is that these monsters are standing on the field outside right now."

"Just wait and you'll slap the faces of us newly crowned national champions on the ground and grind them mercilessly."

Lin Bei straightened up and his gaze swept across everyone's face.

"What's wrong, are you scared, Miyagi?"

"Who...who's scared?!"

Miyagi gritted his teeth, slapped his thigh, and stood up abruptly.

Although his hands were still trembling, his eyes had become incredibly fierce.

"I don't care what kind of monsters or demons they are, my speed will never be inferior to anyone's!"

Lin Bei turned to look at Mitsui.

"A long three-point shooting range doesn't guarantee a win."

"Basketball scores are based on total points, right, Flame Man?"

Mitsui Hisashi took a deep breath, and the arrogance on his lips reappeared.

He vigorously flexed his wrists: "Of course!"

"A true striker is one who can sink the crucial shot in dire situations."

"So what if you only managed three points the whole game?"

"I can still turn them into sieves with a three-part rain!"

Lin Bei then looked at Rukawa Kaede.

Rukawa Kaede didn't need any provocation.

He stared intently at the black screen, a fervent fighting spirit burning in his eyes.

His wild aura was even subtly rising.

This is the extreme excitement that only arises when facing a truly formidable opponent.

"I will destroy them," Rukawa Kaede coldly retorted.

Grab the wristband and slip it firmly onto your wrist.

Finally, Lin Bei looked at Sakuragi Hanamichi.

Sakuragi didn't shout "I'm a genius!" as usual.

He was unusually quiet, just keeping his head down.

He squeezed his knuckles so hard they cracked.

Having been tempered by the national tournament, and having experienced life-or-death battles against Sannoh and Meihou.

Sakuragi has shown remarkable composure when facing the real abyss.

"Gorilla." Sakuragi suddenly looked up.

He looked at Takenori Akagi, his eyes flashing with a beast-like instinct.

"Those rainbow-haired guys are very strong, extremely strong."

"But rebounding is this genius's forte!"

Akagi nodded heavily.

He strode to the center of the locker room and stretched out his huge right hand.

"No matter how strong we are, this is still our home turf!"

"We are Shohoku!"

The group strode forward and placed their hands on top of Akagi's hands.

"To dominate the entire nation!!!"

The deafening roar seemed to rip the ceiling off the locker room.

It swept away the previous fear and gloom.

Lin Bei walked at the front of the group, his hands in his pockets.

"Since we can't avoid them, we'll just have to blow these monsters up."

Lin Bei walked to the locker room door and grabbed the doorknob.

He took a deep breath and turned around.

Looking at his teammates behind him, a smug smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"Let's go."

Lin Bei sneered and pushed open the door.

"Let's go and meet these monsters."

The gate opened.

The deafening roar from inside the stadium came crashing down like a tsunami.

This true battle of the century has officially begun!

"Bang!"

The heavy passageway door was pushed open with force.

The blinding spotlights ripped through the dimness of the players' tunnel.

The moment the five members of Shohoku stepped out of the tunnel, the entire stadium erupted in deafening cheers.

"Shohoku! Shohoku! National champion——!"