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

On the field.

After landing, Sakuragi Hanamichi's confidence had swelled to its peak.

"Haha! Did you see that?"

"This is the power of a genius!"

He held the ball with one hand, his eyes surveying the entire field with disdain.

"Miyagi! Here!"

Sakuragi waved his hand, and the basketball flew towards Miyagi Ryota like a cannonball.

Miyagi caught the ball, his eyes sharpening.

"Counterattack!!"

In the blink of an eye!

Miyagi instantly activated his movement, shaking off Ito Taku's entanglement.

Three against two in the frontcourt!

"Rukawa!"

Miyagi made a bounce pass, and the basketball was accurately delivered to Rukawa Kaede who was following up.

Rukawa receives the ball and faces Hasegawa, who is coming to help defend.

Without slowing down, he jumped directly.

"Get out of here."

A cold voice rang out in the air.

Rukawa Kaede held the ball with one hand, his body drawing a perfect arc in the air, and slammed the ball into the basket over Hasegawa!

"boom!!"

36: 35.

Xiangbei, overtaking!

"Whoosh—!!!"

The crowd erupted in cheers.

Just then.

"Take off!"

In the Xiangyang rest area, the man who had been sitting for a while finally stood up.

Kenji Fujima.

His movements were very exaggerated.

Everyone's attention instantly shifted from Rukawa to Fujima.

That aura could be clearly felt even from halfway across the court.

That was a signal of retaliation after Xiangyang's dignity was trampled upon.

"beep--!"

The referee's whistle blew at just the right moment.

"Shoyo requests a substitution!"

In the stands.

Qing Tian, ​​a student from Hainan University Affiliated School, was sitting there watching the game.

Kiyota Nobunaga was drinking a beverage when he saw this scene and almost spat out the water in his mouth.

"Cough cough... What's going on?!"

"Fujima is actually going to play?"

"And it happened so early in the second half?"

Kiyota stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief.

"No! I'm going to tell Amu and the others!"

Kiyota is an impatient person; he's impulsive and acts on a whim.

He threw down his drink, jumped up from his seat, and hurriedly ran towards the aisle.

……

In the corridor of the stadium.

Kiyota Nobunaga ran wildly all the way.

My mind was filled with the image of Rukawa's dunk and Fujima standing up.

"Those guys from Shohoku... they actually pushed Shoyo to the brink of defeat."

"That Rukawa Kaede... pshaw, he's just so-so, nowhere near as good as me."

He ran while talking to himself, completely ignoring the house numbers on the side of the road.

"This is it!"

Kiyota suddenly stopped and pushed open the door to the locker room in front of him.

"Hey everyone, listen up!"

"Something big has happened! Shohoku has turned the tide and won!"

Kiyota's loud voice echoed in the room.

however.

The expected gasps of surprise did not come.

The room was deathly silent.

Kiyota remained in the position of pushing the door open, his expression gradually freezing.

Because what came into his view was not his Hainan teammates wearing purple and gold jerseys.

Instead, it was a group of burly men wearing blue and white jerseys.

Right in the middle was a man as burly as a giant ape.

Jun Uozumi.

Sitting next to me was a handsome guy with spiky hair and a lazy look on his face.

Immortal Dao.

Everyone turned their heads and stared at Kiyota Nobunaga at the door with looks of disbelief, as if he were an idiot.

The air seemed to freeze.

Most afraid of the air suddenly quiet.

"Well……"

Kiyota blinked and looked at the doorplate again.

This is Ryonan's locker room!

"Who are you……"

Jun Uozumi frowned, his massive body radiating an oppressive aura.

"From Hainan?"

"What are you doing here?"

"Could it be..." Uozumi narrowed his eyes, his tone unfriendly, "...that they've come to be spies?"

Kiyota Nobunaga's face instantly turned red.

But as a super rookie with a strong sense of self-esteem, how could he possibly admit to something as shameful as going to the wrong door?

He puffed out his chest, put his hands on his hips, and pointed his nose in the air:

"Huh? A spy?"

"Are you kidding me!"

"We Hainan are the kings! Do we need to send spies to spy on your Lingnan?"

"You think too highly of yourself, you big guy!"

"What did you say?!" Uozumi's forehead veins bulged.

Kiyota Nobunaga became even more smug upon seeing this.

He pointed at himself with his thumb, striking an extremely smug pose:

Listen carefully!

"I am Kanagawa's number one rookie king!"

"The starting lineup for Hainan University Affiliated High School!"

"It is Kiyota Nobunaga!"

His arrogant and domineering manner was exactly like that of a certain red-haired guy.

A row of black lines appeared on the back of the heads of everyone from Ryonan.

Hiroaki Off-Road couldn't help but complain:

"This kid... how come he looks exactly like that red-haired monkey from Shohoku?"

Sendoh Akira, who had been sitting silently to the side, smiled at this moment.

He didn't pay attention to Kiyota's rudeness, but instead keenly grasped the key point in Kiyota's words.

"You mean... Shohoku managed to turn the tide and win?"

Sendoh stood up, walked to Kiyota, and asked in a gentle tone:

"Has Shohoku's number 4 already taken to the court?"

Kiyota glanced at Sendoh, who was a head taller than him, and snorted.

"That's right!"

"Fujima's face turned green, and he's getting ready to go on stage."

Upon hearing this, the smile in Sendoh's eyes deepened.

"yes……"

"Looks like the real show is just beginning." Sendoh turned to look at Uozumi.

"Shouldn't we head out now?"

"Let's go see just how far this dark horse named Shohoku can go."

……

When Kiyota Nobunaga returned to the stands with the Hainan troops who arrived later.

The atmosphere in the stadium had reached its peak.

"Fujima! Fujima! Fujima!"

Amidst deafening cheers.

Kenji Fujima had taken off his jacket, revealing the number 4 jersey that represented the absolute core of the team.

He was standing on the sidelines, doing his final stretches.

Although I haven't stepped onto the field yet.

But the aura he exuded made the air on the field thicken.

"Is it finally coming...?"

Lin Bei sat on the bench of Xiangbei, watching that green figure.

He could sense the aura of a powerful being emanating from Fujima.

That kind of leadership quality that makes teammates feel at ease and opponents tremble just by standing on the field.

"It seems the real Shohoku..."

Lin Bei tightened the bottle cap, tossed it casually, and the empty bottle flew in an arc and landed precisely in the trash can.

"She's about to wake up."

Kenji Fujima stood by the sideline.

The green number 4 figure wasn't particularly tall, and even appeared somewhat thin among the tall players on the Shohoku team.

But he just stood there, hands on his hips.

An invisible, chilling aura emanated from him and spread wildly outwards.

The Xiangyang team members, who had initially appeared somewhat flustered due to the score being reversed, had such expressions in their eyes.

The moment I saw that figure step onto the field, I immediately refocused.

That's the backbone.

It is the soul.

He is the team's absolute ace.

"Finally, it's time to go on stage..."

In the stands.

Shinichi Maki held a half-finished can of sports drink in his hand, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

"They were actually forced by Shohoku to the point where they had to personally step in and clean up the mess."

"That Fujima guy."