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

Akagi Takenori's powerful dunk was like a boulder thrown into a deep pool, creating only a brief ripple.

The score became 6-2.

However, the waters of Shohoku were deeper and colder than Shohoku had anticipated.

After a brief burst of cheers, Xiangyang's rhythm was not disrupted at all by that dunk.

Kenji Fujima remained firmly seated on the coach's bench.

He didn't even take off his coat; he simply made a gesture calmly.

"Stay calm and fight a positional war."

Shohoku's point guard, Ito Taku, nodded and dribbled the ball across half-court.

Faced with harassment from Miyagi Ryota.

He used his height advantage to firmly protect the ball, giving Miyagi no chance to make a move.

"Damn, this guy held the ball way too high!"

Miyagi gritted his teeth, like a toyed hunting dog, weaving back and forth around Ito, but still unable to reach the orange ball.

The ball was lobbed high into the paint.

Shohoku No. 8, Takano Shoichi, receives the ball.

Just as he was about to raise the ball to find his teammates, a red figure pounced on him like a wild beast out of control.

"Behold my genius-level reflexes!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi's pupils contracted, and his body was launched forward before his brain could issue any commands.

His eyes were only on the ball; that desire for possession of the ball was almost etched into his DNA.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound.

It didn't hit the ball, but rather landed squarely on the back of Takano's hand.

"beep--!"

The referee's whistle rang out sharply.

"White number 10, foul by the attacker!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi remained in the waving pose, frozen in mid-air, and landed with a look of resentment on his face.

"What? A foul?"

"Old man, did you see clearly?!"

"My hand was too fast; I slapped the ball before it even left his hand. How can that be a foul?"

"That was a steal by a genius!"

He widened his eyes, pointed at his own nose, and shouted at the referee.

"Bang!"

A powerful iron fist slammed into Sakuragi's head, sending up a wisp of smoke.

"You idiot! Those are thugs!"

"Don't reach out unnecessarily, just focus on defense!"

Akagi Takenori withdrew his fist with a dark expression, the veins on his forehead throbbing.

"It hurts, it hurts..."

Sakuragi covered his head and squatted on the ground, tears streaming down his face.

But he was still muttering defiantly:

"That wretched gorilla..."

"It's just that my reflexes are too good; ordinary eyes simply can't keep up..."

Rukawa Kaede glanced at him coldly and uttered two words: "Idiot."

Mitsui Hisashi sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Is this guy really here to play basketball?"

The game continues, and Shohoku takes the inbound pass.

The green-clad spectators in the stands erupted in unified cheers once again.

"Shoyo! Attack!"

"Shoyo! Attack!"

In this suffocating away atmosphere, the ball was once again passed to Hanagata Toru.

As Shohoku's ace center, Toru Hanagata pushed up his glasses.

Facing Akagi Takenori's defense, a confident smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Akagi, your strength is indeed very strong."

Hanagata leaned against Akagi, feeling the rock-like resistance coming from behind him.

"But basketball is not just about strength."

Before he finished speaking, Hanagata suddenly turned around using his left foot as a pivot.

Akagi immediately followed, raising his arms to block all shooting angles.

However, Hanagata did not jump to shoot, but instead faked a shot, then turned around again and leaned his body backwards.

That was an extremely smooth fadeaway jump shot.

Akagi jumped with all his might, his fingertips just centimeters from the basketball.

But those few centimeters became an insurmountable barrier.

"Whoosh!"

The basketball arced high and swished through the net.

Her movements were elegant and graceful, a stark contrast to Akagi's violent and aesthetically pleasing fighting style.

On the sidelines, Ryonan's coach, Shigeichi Taoka, looked grave.

"It's started as expected."

"Hanagata Toru is the epitome of a flexible center forward; his shooting range and technique are perfect counters to traditional center forwards like Akagi."

"If Shohoku's pillar Akagi can't stop Hanagata, then this game could become a one-sided affair."

"Once the inside defense is breached, the defensive pressure on the outside will increase exponentially."

It was as if to confirm Taoka's words.

In the next round, Shohoku's attack failed.

Xiangyang quickly launched a counterattack.

Hanagata drew double teams from Akagi and Sakuragi inside.

He then flicked his wrist and passed the ball to Ito Taku on the outside.

Ito Taku stood outside the three-point line, unguarded.

Jump and shoot.

The movements were so precise, like something out of a textbook.

"Whoosh!"

Three point hit.

The numbers on the scoreboard jumped relentlessly.

11: 2.

Shohoku fell into a scoring drought, while Shoyo's offensive continued like a relentless tide.

"hateful!"

Ryota Miyagi looked at the scoreboard, sweat streaming down his face.

Possession of the ball returned to Shohoku.

Miyagi dribbled the ball forward, his eyes narrowing as he looked at Ito Taku, who still loomed over him like a mountain.

"Let's do that move again!"

He lowered his center of gravity, looked to his right, and suddenly pressed his wrist down.

He attempted to repeat his previous tactic, using a bounce pass to get the ball between the opponent's legs.

However, Shoyo is not the kind of team that would fall twice in the same place.

Just as the ball hit the floor, a long arm appeared out of nowhere.

It's Nagano Mitsuru, number 7 from Shohoku!

He had anticipated Miyagi's intentions and, taking advantage of his long arms, intercepted the basketball mid-air.

"What?!" Miyagi exclaimed in shock.

"Too naive, Shohoku's short point guard." Nagano Mitsuru sneered and made a long pass to the frontcourt.

Flower-shaped through ball, followed by a fast attack.

Takenori Akagi desperately retreated to defend, blocking Hanagata under the basket.

The flower-shaped ball is raised as if ready to shoot.

Akagi roared and jumped with all his might to block the shot.

"Now!"

The flower-shaped smile was just a realistic feint.

He retrieved the basketball, knocked Akagi away, and prepared to calmly attempt a second jump shot.

Just when everyone thought the ball was sure to go in.

A dark shadow appeared silently from behind Hanagata like a ghost.

There were no footsteps, no breathing, and not even the movement of air was disturbed.

Just as Hanagata was about to shoot, a hand precisely sliced ​​the basketball.

"Snapped!"

The ball was knocked away!

Hanagata was stunned, and the weight in his hand vanished instantly.

He turned around abruptly and saw a figure wearing jersey number 11 who had already grabbed a basketball and rushed towards the frontcourt like a black lightning bolt.

Rukawa Kaede!

"What is that?"

"That steal move... why does it look so familiar?"

Akira Sendoh on the stands narrowed his eyes slightly, his lemonade hovering in mid-air.

Lin Bei, who was sitting on the Shohoku bench, was yawning.

Seeing this, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

"This kid..."

"You're quick to learn from others."

That was a trick Lin Bei used to steal the ball during team training.

Use eye contact and the opponent's blind spots to steal the ball from behind.

On the field, Rukawa Kaede had already rushed into Shoyo's penalty area.

Xiangyang's defensive speed is extremely fast.

Hasegawa Kazushi and Takano Shoichi simultaneously flanked them.

Like two iron gates about to close, they tried to shut Rukawa Kaede out.

"Pass the ball, Rukawa!" Miyagi shouted from behind.

But Rukawa only had eyes for that basketball hoop.

Facing a double-team.

Instead of slowing down, he accelerated again.