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

Imperial Optical Garden.

In spring, cherry blossoms dance freely on the campus avenue.

The announcement of the opening ceremony echoed through the modern campus via loudspeakers.

However, for some people...

This kind of youthful and energetic occasion is more boring than a lullaby.

"Ugh...this is so annoying."

In a corner of the stadium, Aomine Daiki scratched his dark blue short hair in frustration.

He casually tossed his brand-new school uniform onto the dusty wooden floor.

He lay down like a lazy black panther, completely lacking any decorum.

"What kind of top national university is this? It doesn't even have a single decent student."

Qingfeng stared at the mottled ceiling, his face full of boredom.

"What's the point of playing basketball if you don't have equally matched opponents?"

"Bang!"

Two heavy doors were suddenly kicked open.

Blinding sunlight, accompanied by a series of exaggerated footsteps, flooded into the dimly lit stadium.

"Oh dear, I knew you'd be hiding here!"

A lighthearted yet energetic voice rang out.

Ryota Kise, with one hand in his pocket, flipped his bangs in an extremely flamboyant manner, as if he had his own built-in flashlight.

Qingfeng frowned and impatiently opened one eye.

"Kise? What are you doing here? Don't bother me while I'm sleeping."

"Xiao Qingfeng, don't take your talent for granted and skip classes all the time!"

Kise grinned and leaned closer, pointing down at Aomine.

"There's a huge group of girls outside waiting for me, the supermodel, to give my speech."

"Listen up, this handsome guy is going to be the man who creates the strongest basketball club in Teiko! You'll have to be my sparring partner!"

Qingfeng sneered and suddenly sat up from the ground.

His eyes sharpened.

"You? Don't be ridiculous, Kise."

"With your rudimentary skills, I could defend against you until you question your very existence, even with my eyes closed."

"Get back to your show, this is the territory of the strong."

Kise immediately lost his temper, rolled up his sleeves, and was about to argue.

"What did you say?! There's no need to be so arrogant, Aomine!"

The air between the two of them plummeted to freezing point.

A tense and oppressive atmosphere lingered in the quiet old stadium.

That's enough.

"The opening ceremony is such a solemn occasion, not a place for you to bark like wild dogs."

A calm, cold voice, carrying the imposing aura of an absolute superior, rang out.

Kise and Aomine were both startled and turned to look.

A boy with bright red hair stood against the light at the entrance.

Akashi Seijuro.

He stood there casually, his heterochromatic eyes seemingly able to see through everything.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze.

Behind Akashi were two tall figures.

"Akashi is right."

"It's incredibly foolish to waste time arguing."

Midorima Shintaro pushed up his black-rimmed glasses and solemnly held a pink frog doll.

"Furthermore, today's Cancer horoscope indicates that there are ominous signs in this building."

"We'd better leave quickly."

"Click, click..."

On the other side, Atsushi Murasakibara, with his towering figure, was tearing open a delicious stick.

He stuffed the snacks into his mouth and mumbled indistinctly.

"This is so troublesome... Chi-zai, let's go back."

Looking at the three of them, Qingfeng's volatile temper was miraculously suppressed.

He sat back down on the floor and snorted coldly.

"Tch, the student council president isn't sitting on the stage, but instead comes here to meddle in other people's business."

Akashi walked slowly into the gymnasium, his leather shoes making a crisp sound on the wooden floor.

He ignored the complaints, looked around, and frowned slightly.

"Everyone, please look this way."

A very faint, monotone voice sounded at everyone's feet.

"Oh my god! There's a ghost!"

Kise screamed in fright and jumped onto Aomine's back.

"Get out of here! You idiot!"

Aomine slapped Kise away.

He turned to look at the short, light blue-haired boy who had appeared like a ghost, and his lips twitched violently.

"Kuroko?! When did you even get here?!"

Kuroko Tetsu ignored this pointless question.

He crouched in a deep corner, pointing to a door at the end of the corridor.

"I observed the situation briefly while everyone was arguing."

"This door is locked."

The crowd immediately gathered around.

Akashi crouched down, wiped away the dust from the lock, revealing thick rust.

His eyes became deep.

"This is unreasonable."

Midorima stared at the lock with a furrowed brow.

"Why is there a locked door to the basketball club?"

"Little Midori, your luck isn't actually working out, is it?"

"There won't be any corpses inside, will there...?"

Kise swallowed hard, his voice trembling.

"Just open it and you'll see."

Murasakibara stretched out his large hand and grasped the two rusty iron locks.

His usually languid eyes suddenly flashed with a ferocious, beast-like light.

"Crack! Bang!"

A sickening metallic creaking sound rang out.

He actually managed to tear the thick iron lock in half!

Iron filings and dust fell in a flurry.

Murasakibara casually tossed aside the broken lock and yanked open the heavy hidden door.

"Cough cough cough!"

A strong musty smell and dust hit me.

The choking caused everyone to back away.

The warehouse was pitch black, with only a few pieces of discarded equipment barely visible.

"Murasakibara, you're being too reckless."

Akashi said in a deep voice, taking out his phone and turning on the flashlight.

"Now that it's open, let's go in and take a look."

The group entered this space forgotten by time.

The beam of light swept across the darkness.

"What a load of crap, it's all scrap metal."

Qingfeng kicked away the deflated basketball, looking bored.

At this moment, Kuroko's visual guidance came into play again.

He stared at something covered with a waterproof tarpaulin deep inside.

"Akaashi-kun."

Akashi fired the beam of light at them.

Lifting the waterproof tarpaulin revealed a black, dusty metal box.

"Is this it?"

Kise, out of curiosity, went over to move it.

The edges of the iron box were already rotten, and the bottom cracked as soon as any force was applied.

"Splash—"

A dull thud resounded.

An old VHS videotape and an old video player fell to the ground.

"Videotape? That's an antique from the last century."

Qingfeng picked up a plate; the label was illegible.

I could barely make out a few words.

[Special Invitational Tournament Video]

"Special Invitational Tournament..."

Akashi stared at the label, his heart pounding violently!

"Knock knock! Knock knock!"

The sound of my heartbeat was amplified infinitely in my chest.

Akashi's pupils contracted, and a surge of emotion coursed through his body.

A fragmented image flashed through my mind.

Sweat, a huge stadium, and a suffocating sense of oppression.

And a terrifying silhouette stretched infinitely long.

A deep voice echoed.

"We'll be waiting for you in the future..."

"Akashi? What's wrong?"

Midorima noticed something was wrong and paused in pushing up his glasses.

"……fine."

Akashi took a deep breath, suppressing the overwhelming shock he felt.

His eyes sharpened as he stared intently at the video player.

"I want to see what's being recorded here."

"But Akashi, this thing must have been broken a long time ago, right?"

Kise kicked the machine.

Akashi didn't say anything.

He took off his suit jacket and rolled up his sleeves.

They demonstrated extremely terrifying manual dexterity.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, he skillfully disassembled the outer casing.

Clean the magnetic head and reconnect the wires.

"alright."

Ten minutes later, the plug was powered on.

"Buzz—"

The antique VCR actually lit up its indicator light!

Akashi inserted the videotape.

"Click".

The old TV screen flickered with static and made a crackling sound.

The air in the warehouse seemed to have been sucked out.

Everyone held their breath, staring intently at the screen.

The image gradually became clear.

The image quality is poor; it shows a huge basketball court.

A breathtaking exhibition match is underway.

As soon as the screen lit up, the entire room fell into dead silence.

No one spoke; even breathing stopped.

Kise's pupils dilated, and his hair stood on end.

Qingfeng opened his mouth wide in disbelief, then slammed his back against the wall.

"This...are you kidding me..."

Midorima's voice trembled, and the lucky charm fell to the ground.

In the picture.

A boy wearing the number 16 jersey of Shohoku High School.

Like a tyrant from the abyss, he wreaked havoc on the field!

He used extremely brutal methods to pin the five men defending him to the ground and relentlessly pound them.

Every breakthrough, every dunk.

They all possess a bloody, domineering power that sends chills down your spine!

This is downright dimensional destruction!

What made these freshmen's scalps tingle was...

Those were the five players who were beaten to the point of questioning their existence by "Monster Lin Bei"...

Short, light blue hair; short, golden hair; green glasses; and a massive, purple body.

And heterochromia!

"Those five guys..."

Qingfeng gripped his hair tightly, his voice cracking.

"They look exactly like us?!"

Akashi stared at "himself" on the screen, who was being shaken to the ground, cold sweat dripping down his face.

Why are they now in a videotape from twelve years ago?

Who exactly is number 16?!

……

The warehouse was dark and oppressive.

The air was filled with choking dust.

The image pixels on the screen appear slightly grainy.

Hei Zi pointed to a blurry label on the videotape casing.

"Did you guys notice the match date printed on this videotape?"

Ryota Kise followed his gaze.

When he finally saw the year that was covered in dust.

He jolted violently as if he'd been electrocuted, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

"Ten...ten years ago?!"

Kise let out a terrified scream, his voice completely shattered.

"What kind of international joke is this?!"

"Ten years ago? Back then we were still playing in the mud!"

"Where did these people on the screen, who look exactly like us, or even more mature, come from?!"

The immense sense of dread brought about by the time paradox instantly filled the small, oppressive warehouse.

Just then, the game on the videotape went dead.

On the screen, the number 16 player from Shohoku, who was dominating the entire field like a tyrant, was originally walking towards the bench with his back to the camera.

But he seemed to sense something and paused.

There was no warning whatsoever.

He turned his head away very casually.

Those imposing black eyes pierced right through the rough image quality.

It seemed to span a long decade, locking onto the direction outside the camera with unparalleled precision.

He was watching them.

Separated by a screen, across ten years of time and space.

The five members of the "Generation of Miracles" are now experiencing a chilling sense of being watched by death.

It felt as if an invisible hand was squeezing my heart tightly.

The progress bar of the videotape slowly rolled to the bottom.

The final whistle blew, its sound rough and harsh.

On the screen, the members of the Imperial Light team suffered a crushing defeat.

In the video, the young "Seijuro Akashi" walks through the players' tunnel with his head down.

And that number 16 from Shohoku just happened to pass him by.

"Sizzle—"

The videotape suddenly stopped at this point.

A deep, hoarse voice was amplified countless times by the antique machine.

It exploded with a loud bang in the warehouse.

"We...will be waiting for you...in the future."

boom.

In reality, Seijuro Akashi's brain suddenly buzzed.

The repetition of that stressed sentence was like a giant sledgehammer, shattering all his composure.

Akashi suddenly clutched his chest.

His heterochromatic eyes contracted sharply, and a storm raged within him.

He suddenly remembered that ever since he could remember, from the first time he came into contact with a basketball, there had always been a strange emptiness in his heart.

That feeling was like destiny, waiting for someone.

He always pursued absolute victory and pushed himself to perfection. Was it all to prepare for this unimaginable monster?

"So...it was you?"

Akashi stared intently at the frozen image of the back on the screen.

My fingernails dug deep into my palm, and I didn't feel any pain even when blood seeped out.

"Play it again," Akashi suddenly said.

His voice was terribly hoarse, yet carried an absolute tone of command.

"What? Akashi, you want to see more?"

"I'm getting goosebumps." Kise swallowed.

"I said, slow down!"

Akashi suddenly turned his head.

Qingfeng rushed forward without hesitation and pressed the slow motion button.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

This group of exceptionally talented teenagers were in a dilapidated warehouse.

Through repeated playback, a despairing fact was finally confirmed.

This man is a true, undisputed legend.

The muscle power he displayed in slow motion, his absolute control over his center of gravity, and his godlike perspective that anticipates his opponent's every thought are simply beyond human comprehension.

Every movement was so precise it was almost unbelievable; it was practically a heartless killing machine.

Surprisingly, this overwhelming power did not completely destroy them.

On the contrary, after extreme repression, an almost morbid frenzy erupted simultaneously in the eyes of the five people.

Aomine Daiki was breathing rapidly.

A wildly arrogant smile spread across his face, and his blood was boiling.

"Hahahaha! This is hilarious!"

"If I don't beat this bastard to a pulp with my own hands, I won't be able to sleep peacefully for the rest of my life!"

"This is utterly incomprehensible."

"But I must admit, I gained something."

Midorima Shintaro picked up the shriveled frog doll from the ground and pushed up his glasses.

"I want to...I want to crush him."

Murasakibara Atsushi picked up another delicious stick and bit the packaging hard.

The fear in his eyes had been replaced by a beastly bloodlust.

"A ghost from ten years ago...?"

Ryota Kise wiped away a cold sweat, his eyes shining frighteningly.

"Akashi, is this the legendary fateful predicament?"

Akashi Seijuro slowly straightened up and straightened his disheveled school uniform.

He watched the screen turn into static, a cold, domineering smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Whether he's a ghost from ten years ago or whatever."

"Since it's in the future, let's go and pull him down from his pedestal."

Just as everyone's fighting spirit soared to its peak, and the air in the warehouse seemed to be on fire.

"Sizzle—"

The dusty campus loudspeaker on the gymnasium wall suddenly emitted a piercing electrical sound.

Immediately afterwards, the voice of the principal of Teiko Middle School resounded throughout the entire campus and warehouse.

"Dear teachers and students of Teiko Middle School! Please allow me to announce some news!"

"In order to make our school's basketball team the strongest in Japan, and even the world, our school's board of directors has just completed a change in shareholding!"

"A mysterious, ultra-wealthy tycoon has acquired Imperial Light Academy in its entirety!"

"And he himself is none other than the former NBA legend who swept across the nation and created countless legends overseas!"

The principal's voice trembled with excitement, each word like a bombshell hitting everyone's hearts.

"Starting tomorrow, this legendary school board member will personally visit the basketball club!"

"He will serve as the specially appointed head coach of our Teiko basketball team!"

"Let's greet them with the loudest cheers!"

The broadcast stopped abruptly.

Inside the warehouse, the five members of the Generation of Miracles looked up at the same time.

His gaze was fixed on the dilapidated loudspeaker.

……

The bombshell news from the radio has just landed.

The entire Di Guang Academy was in an uproar.

The cherry blossoms in spring were mercilessly shredded by the gale-force winds whipped up by the helicopter rotor.

The quiet teaching building suddenly erupted with screams and roars that seemed to lift the roof off, as if injected with a shot of adrenaline.

Countless students in uniforms poured out of the classrooms like zombies unleashed.

They didn't even have time to close their textbooks.

The boys, their eyes red, pushed and shoved each other.

The girls' screams nearly shattered the glass.

Everyone ran wildly towards the playground, disregarding everything else.

"That's an NBA legend! If you're even a second later, you won't even be catching a whiff of helicopter exhaust!"

Excited shouts echoed throughout the campus.

The entire school was engulfed in a massive, frenzied atmosphere of fanatical idol worship.

at the same time.

In a dark corner of the stadium.

The members of the Generation of Miracles had just recovered from the soul-stirring videotape.

They walked out of the warehouse in silence.

Walk along the corridor lengthened by the setting sun, heading straight for the school's largest indoor basketball court.

however.

As soon as I pushed open the door to the basketball court, I was met by a group of senior students who were waiting in ambush.

The group of upperclassmen were wearing matching Teiko jerseys.

With his hands on his hips, his face screamed "Look for trouble."

A burly, crew-cut third-year student arrogantly stepped forward.

He pointed his finger down at Aomine Daiki's nose.

"Get out of here, you first-graders! There's no place for you here!"

"Today is a big day for NBA legends to coach, not for you rookies!"

The senior spat viciously.

His inflated vanity caused him to completely lose his reason.

"Go to the sidelines and retrieve the ball!"

"Only our main force deserves to receive legendary guidance!"

This kind of mindless provocation might usually intimidate ordinary freshmen.

But today, he faces monsters whose fighting spirit has just been completely ignited by the videotape.

Aomine Daiki was already seething with anger.

At this moment, those deep blue eyes revealed a coldness as if they were looking at a dead person.

He scratched the back of his head impatiently.

"It's so noisy, these weaklings can't even recognize how weak they are."

The voice just fell.

Qingfeng didn't even perform the standard starting posture; he directly transformed into a black lightning bolt that tore through the air.

The wooden floor emitted a piercing, screeching sound.

The senior students only felt a blur before their eyes.

A violent gust of air swept across my cheek, leaving me no time to even blink.

Qingfeng had already swept past him like a hurricane.

The wrist is used to toss the basketball high into the air at an inhuman angle.

He demonstrated terrifying hang time in the air.

He grabbed the basketball like a tyrant and slammed it hard against the rim.

"Boom—!"

The basketball hoop emitted a painful groan.

The entire basketball hoop shook violently under this destructive force.

Qingfeng hangs on the basketball hoop with one arm.

Looking down at the terrified third-year student, a wild smile spread across his face.

"2 to 0".

"Senior, your basketball game is over."

The basketball bounced off the ground and then towards the high dome.

The arrogant upperclassmen who were just moments ago have now all turned into screaming chickens with their necks being choked.

They all gaped, but didn't dare utter a single word.

Meanwhile, in the plaza outside the basketball arena.

An extremely exaggerated clearance operation is underway.

Dozens of black SUVs forcibly tore open the passage.

It completely surrounds the entire playground area.

Hundreds of bodyguards in black suits set up a yellow cordon.

They formed a human wall with expressionless faces and ruthlessly pushed aside the frenzied students.

This Hollywood-style spectacle was solely to ensure the legendary coach's absolute peace and quiet.

Ryota Kise leaned against the second-floor glass window, his eyes sparkling.

"Wow, this is absolutely amazing!"

"That's a million times more outrageous than the world's top celebrities!"

"A dynasty that can win five consecutive NBA championships must be a god descended to earth!"

"I wonder what he looks like. Is he all muscle, the kind that could kill a bull with a single punch?"

"The thought of being mentored by such a legendary figure makes this a steal!"

Kise was so excited that he danced around, his face turning bright red.

"Shut up, Kise. Your noise is seriously interfering with my magnetic field sensing."

Midorima Shintaro pushed up his glasses with a dark expression.

He was clinging tightly to a lucky cat figurine.

"Cancer's fortune is very bad today. I advise you to put away your frivolity and maintain a sense of awe."

Murasakibara Atsushi kept stuffing delicious sticks into his mouth.

It makes a crunching sound while chewing.

I'm so hungry.

"If that coach is just a big talker, I'll crush him and go home for dinner."

Kuroko Tetsuya stood in the corner like a ghost.

A hint of expectation lingered in her calm eyes.

After school, the campus was gradually dyed blood red by the setting sun.

Due to the absurd security measures outside, the basketball club office was deathly silent.

The six members of the Generation of Miracles walk across the empty stadium.

The only sound in the entire basketball arena was their disorderly footsteps.

The end of the long passage.

It's the new coach's luxurious office.

The heavy mahogany door was half-open, like a gaping maw of an abyss waiting to devour its prey.

The crowd slowed down involuntarily when they were about ten meters from the gate.

"I'll open the door."

Akashi Seijuro took a deep breath.

He stretched out his fingers and gently placed them on the cold brass doorknob.

Everyone instinctively held their breath.

"Squeak—"

The heavy wooden door was slowly pushed open.

They were prepared to welcome a devilish coach who exuded a murderous aura.

however.

The moment I saw the interior scene clearly.

Everyone's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

In the spacious and luxurious coach room.

There were no hellish lectures, nor any suffocating intimidation.

In the backlight of the setting sun.

A tall man dressed in loose casual clothes is sprawled out on a leather recliner without any regard for his image.

Two long legs were draped over the desk in a domineering manner.

The limited-edition sneakers on her feet were extremely eye-catching.

The man's face was completely covered by a tactical board.

Accompanied by the rise and fall of his chest, a rhythmic snoring sound echoed freely in the room.

"Huff... huff... huff..."

This legendary coach who spent lavishly and created a five-peat dynasty.

He's fast asleep?

This comical and visually striking image caused the Miracle Generation to collectively crash.

"What...what kind of international joke is this?"

Aomine Daiki's lips twitched violently.

It felt like all the fighting spirit I'd built up all afternoon had been slapped away, leaving me feeling suffocated and tight in the chest.

"Is this the super-rich tycoon who bought the entire school?"

Midorima Shintaro nearly smashed the lucky cat in his hand; his worldview was shattered.

Only Akashi Seijuro remained silent.

Her heterochromatic eyes were fixed on the man on the recliner, her pupils shrinking to dangerous pinpoints.

A sense of destiny that transcends time and space surges wildly in the depths of my soul.

Akashi stood against the frozen air.

He walked step by step to his desk.

"Coach, wake up! Wake up!"

Akashi's voice trembled slightly as he tried to wake the man.

The snoring stopped abruptly.

The man on the recliner stretched lazily.

His bones made a series of popping sounds.

Immediately afterwards, a large hand slowly rose.

The man casually removed the tactical board from his face.

The setting sun cast its golden rays precisely upon that unruly face, so familiar it sent shivers down one's spine.

That face!

It perfectly overlaps with the figure in the videotape who crushed them with terrifying dominance!

Lin Bei casually tossed the tactical board onto the table.

"I'm not sleeping, I'm doing 'static recovery training'."

Then, a cynical, roguish smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

His gaze swept over the group of dumbfounded teenagers in front of him.

"We meet again, kids."