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

Fujima's gaze swept across the faces of each team member.

His tone was as calm as if he were discussing today's weather.

"It's just one ball, what's the panic?"

"We acknowledge that number 7 is indeed very fast."

"However, basketball is not a 100-meter sprint."

Fujima stretched out his finger and drew a circle on the tactics board.

"Don't let the other side's rhythm get out of control."

"Ito."

"Yes!" Ito Taku suddenly looked up.

Fujima looked at him, his eyes filled with encouragement:

"You're a third-year student, and the other person is only a second-year student."

"In terms of experience and height, you have an absolute advantage."

"Don't try to steal the ball from him, and don't try to keep up with his speed."

"All you need to do is spread your arms, use your height to shield him, corner him, and the rest..."

Fujima pointed to Hanagata Toru beside him.

"Leave it to Hanagata and the others."

Ito Taku paused for a moment, then nodded emphatically: "Yes! I understand!"

Fujima then turned to look at Takano and Nagano.

"And the two of you too."

"The number 10 and number 11 from Shohoku, although they are rookies, have amazing jumping ability."

"Especially that red-haired Sakuragi Hanamichi, don't underestimate him just because he's a beginner."

"Hold your position! You absolutely must hold that position!"

"Don't give them a chance to jump!"

"Yes!!" Takano and Nagano responded in unison.

Finally, Fujima's gaze fell on Hanagata Toru.

The two exchanged a glance, then said nothing more.

"Hanagata, I'm counting on you."

Don't worry.

"As long as I don't fall, Xiangyang's restricted area is a no-fly zone."

Hanagata pushed up his glasses, and a glint of light flashed behind the lenses.

"very good."

Fujima nodded in satisfaction and clapped his hands.

"Go on stage!"

"Let them see what the real Shohoku is like!"

"oh!!!"

The roar of the Xiangyang team was deafening, and the previous dejected atmosphere was swept away.

In the stands.

When Ryonan's coach, Shigeichi Taoka, saw this scene, he couldn't help but sigh.

"sharp……"

"Just a pause and a few words were enough to calm Xiangyang down from his panic."

"That's what makes Kenji Fujima so terrifying."

Taoka Shigeichi crossed his arms, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

"As long as he sits in that position, the Xiangyang team will have an absolute backbone."

"At this moment, he is a calm and wise coach."

"but……"

Taoka changed the subject, his gaze sharpening.

"If the situation continues to deteriorate, forcing him to take off his jacket and go on the field..."

"At that time, Xiangyang will become a completely different bloodthirsty beast."

Hikoichi Aida, standing nearby, was stunned by what he heard, and his pen flew across the page as he jotted down notes:

"Fujima...a dual identity...how terrifying!"

……

"beep--!"

The game has restarted.

Shohoku has possession of the ball.

Ryota Miyagi dribbled the ball forward, his face still bearing that nonchalant smile.

"Hey, you got yelled at just now, didn't you?"

Miyagi looked at Ito Taku in front of him and tried to distract him with trash talk.

"Should I do it to you again, so you'll remember?"

However, this time, Ito Taku was not as flustered as before.

His face was ashen, his legs were spread apart, his center of gravity was low, and his arms were spread as wide as possible.

It's like a giant spider web.

Although they did not take the initiative, they blocked all of Miyagi's passing routes.

"Tch... Have you learned your lesson?"

Miyagi pursed his lips.

He suddenly accelerated, attempting to break through from the right side again.

Ito Taku did not make a move rashly.

Instead, they used a sliding step to quickly move sideways, always staying in front of the palace.

"So difficult to deal with!"

Miyagi frowned.

If you can't break through, then pass the ball!

He flicked his wrist, intending to pass the ball to Akagi in the paint.

Just then, the Xiangyang players, who had been spreading out their defense, suddenly seemed to receive some kind of instruction.

With a whoosh!

All five players had actually shrunk back inside the three-point line!

Regional joint defense!

Moreover, it's an extremely tight defensive strategy!

The entire penalty area was instantly filled with green jerseys, like a dense, impenetrable forest.

Akagi Takenori had just received the ball and hadn't even had a chance to turn around yet.

Hanagata Toru and Takano Shoichi then flanked them from the left and right.

Four long arms were raised high, trapping Akagi in the middle like a cage.

"hateful!!"

Akagi roared and tried to jump forcefully.

But there were people all around, and there wasn't even room to turn around, so the ball couldn't be passed out at all, let alone shot.

"Give me the ball! Gorilla!!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi shouted anxiously from the side, but Hasegawa and Nagano were also right next to him.

Shohoku is determined to shut down Shohoku's inside game!

"Is this Fujima's tactic?"

Coach Anzai's glasses were reflecting light off the sidelines, making it impossible to see his expression.

"Using their height advantage, they completely shut down the paint, betting that Shohoku has no outside shooting ability..."

Akagi was almost suffocated by the pressure.

Sweat streamed down his face and into his eyes, blurring his vision.

Time was running out for the attack.

"Send it out! Akagi!!"

A voice suddenly pierced through the noisy crowd and entered Akagi's ears.

Akagi's heart skipped a beat.

He struggled to turn his head through the crowd, catching a glimpse of a white figure out of the corner of his eye.

At a 45-degree angle outside the three-point line.

The man was standing there quietly.

With arms outstretched, he was ready to catch the ball.

There was no one around him.

Because all of Xiangyang's players stayed inside, completely leaving the outside open.

That's... Mitsui Hisashi!

Suddenly, images from his middle school days flashed through Akagi's mind.

That spirited MVP, that confident sharpshooter.

"Mitsui!"

Akagi gritted his teeth and used all his strength to throw the ball out from under the two men's arms.

"Whoosh—!"

The basketball, like a cannonball, flew out of the crowded restricted area and towards that lonely figure.

Mitsui Hisashi receives the ball.

His movements were without the slightest hesitation or unnecessary adjustments.

Bend your knees.

Take off.

Raise your arm.

Flick your fingers.

This series of movements was as fluid and natural as breathing.

His eyes were focused and clear, as if the whole world consisted only of the basketball in his hands and the basket in the distance.

Shohoku's Kazushi Hasegawa only realized what was happening at this moment and desperately tried to rush out to help defend.

"It's too late."

Mitsui Hisashi watched Hasegawa pounce on him, a confident smile playing on his lips.

The basketball had left his fingertips.

It drew a perfect parabola in the air.

Tall.

It's spinning.

The eyes of thousands of people in the stadium followed the ball.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

"Whoosh!"

A crisp, chilling sound of a net being swished.

The basketball swished through the net!

The white basketball net billowed up like splashing waves.

Three-pointer!

Enter!

The scoreboard is ticking.

11: 13.

Xiangbei takes the lead!

Mitsui Hisashi slowly withdrew his arm, his gaze passing over the stunned Hasegawa.

He stared directly at Kenji Fujima sitting on the sidelines, his eyes burning with intense passion.

"Hey, Fujima."

Mitsui's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling arrogance.

"Have you forgotten that I'm the MVP?"