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

"beep--!"

The whistle ripped through the air as the orange basketball was tossed into the dome where spotlights converged.

The floor suddenly shook!

Takenori Akagi and Jun Uozumi, two mountains of flesh, took off simultaneously and engaged in a fierce battle in the air.

This time, perhaps the revenge buff has been fully stacked.

Uozumi was half a beat faster, his fingertips slamming into the basketball.

"nice shot!"

The Ryonan bench erupted in chaos.

Possession changed hands, and the basketball flew to the wing.

There stood Akira Sendoh with a seemingly harmless smile.

The ball had just touched my hand and hadn't even hit the ground yet.

A dark figure, exuding murderous intent, pounced directly from behind Xian Dao.

Rukawa Kaede!

This guy showed no martial ethics from the start, making no attempt to test his opponent; he came out with the intention of devouring them alive.

"A sneak attack?"

Mu Shenyi raised an eyebrow in the stands.

But the Immortal Path is like having a full view of the map.

Just as Rukawa's fingertips were about to touch the ball, he not only didn't dodge, but instead jumped up.

He holds the ball high with one hand, his body stretching out in the air like a fully drawn bow.

"What?!"

"A shot right at the start? Or just a logo show at halftime?"

Before the gasps of surprise could even escape the audience, Sendoh's wrist gave a highly deceptive twitch.

It's not a shot!

The basketball seemed to have a navigation system, flying in a straight line deep into the paint.

There, a disheveled figure appeared like a ghost.

Fukuda is auspicious!

Catching the ball, turning around, it was as smooth as spreading butter.

Just as Mitsui Hisashi was about to close in on the defender, Fukuda swayed his shoulder.

With a single turn, he swept past Mitsui cleanly, leaving only a vast, ocean-like basketball hoop in front of him.

"It's in!"

Taoka Shigeichi punched hard on the sidelines; this was the perfect start he had been dreaming of!

Fukuda leaped up and flicked his wrist lightly.

The basketball traced an elegant parabola, about to swish through the net.

Just then.

"Drink it all!!!"

A strange scream suddenly erupted, like thunder from a clear sky, making people's eardrums ache.

A red figure seemed to defy gravity, suddenly appearing from the side.

His jumping height was simply outrageous; his head was practically level with the basket!

Sakuragi Hanamichi!

He stared with wide, round eyes, his right hand swinging out in a wide arc, his stance more like a volleyball spike than a block.

"Get out of here, you genius!!"

"Smack!!!"

A loud bang echoed throughout the entire venue.

The basketball, which was already falling and about to go into the basket, was sent flying by this unreasonable slap.

The entire room fell silent.

one second.

two seconds.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the red-haired kid who was hanging at basketball hoop height and struck a Superman pose after landing.

That bounce... Newton must be turning in his grave!

Even the Hainanese people, who are used to big events, collectively lost control of their expressions at this moment.

"This...this is the height that humans can jump to?"

"beep--!"

The referee's sharp whistle broke the awkward silence.

The referee wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, pointed firmly at the scorer's table, and then pointed to the center circle.

"Red number 10, goaltending violation!"

"Score counts! Ryonan, 2-0!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi stood with his hands on his hips, striking a pose that seemed to say, "Come and worship this genius!"

Upon hearing this, his entire body instantly cracked and turned into a stone statue.

"What?!"

Sakuragi suddenly jumped in front of the referee, spitting everywhere, his finger almost poking the referee's nostril:

"Old man! Are you kidding me?!"

"That was a genius's killer block!"

"Do you even know what a fly swatter is? It just flies away in a flash!"

"How can you let the opponent score? You should declare me the winner!"

The referee looked at the fierce-looking, red-haired bald man in front of him and couldn't help but feel uneasy.

He had been blowing the whistle in high school basketball for over a decade, and he had seen fouls and fights.

However, this is an "NBA-level" goaltending ball caused by jumping too high and swatting the ball away during its descent.

He was like a young woman getting into a sedan chair, seeing this for the first time.

"That's the rule!"

"The ball cannot be touched during its descent!" the referee explained, forcing a smile.

"What kind of ridiculous rules are these! This genius..."

Before Sakuragi could continue his rant, a hand grabbed his ear.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Let go!"

With a dark expression, Miyagi Ryota dragged Sakuragi back while hissing, "Idiot! Don't embarrass yourself!"

"That's a goaltending ball!"

"You're basically helping the opponent score, you know that?! You terrible teammate!"

"But fertile land..."

"Shut up! Get back on defense!"

On the bench.

Lin Bei was wrapped in a coat and chewing gum.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but burst out laughing like a pig.

"As expected of Sakuragi, you're the one who can pull off the best stunts."

Lin Bei shifted to a relaxed, lounging position, his eyes filled with amusement.

"Giving a big gift at the beginning is very much in line with the script of the protagonist always being 'suppressed first and then praised'."

"but……"

Lin Bei glanced at the scoreboard and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Although that slap gave away a point, that inhuman jumping ability must have scared old man Taoka half to death."

really.

Lingnan Rest Area.

Taoka Shigeichi looked at the scoreboard and saw it was 2-0.

His face showed no joy, but rather looked as if he had swallowed a fly.

He stared intently at Sakuragi Hanamichi's retreating figure, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty.

"That takeoff height...and that hang time..."

"This guy's physical abilities are simply those of a monster in human skin."

But he quickly took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and turned his gaze to Fukuda on the field.

"However, basketball is not a high jump competition."

"Sakuragi Hanamichi, I've seen through your weakness."

On the court, Shohoku is on offense.

Ryota Miyagi dribbled the ball forward at incredible speed, tearing through Ryonan's defense like a red lightning bolt.

The grass was planted tightly to defend against the attack, not daring to give Miyagi any chance to accelerate.

Inside line.

Sakuragi Hanamichi stood proudly in position.

Turning his head, he discovered that the one guarding him was none other than Fukuda, who had a "gloomy look in his eyes."

"Hello!"

Sakuragi immediately perked up and put the earlier blunder out of his mind.

Then he looked at Fukuda with disdain:

"Is there no one left in Ryonan?"

"You actually sent someone as insignificant as you to defend against this genius?"

Fukuda Kichijo remained silent.

He simply lowered his center of gravity slightly, and his narrow eyes revealed an unsettling indifference.

"Hmph, trying to act cool by not saying anything?"

Sakuragi pursed his lips.

He pointed to himself with his thumb, then to Ryonan's half of the court, and began his "talk-no-jutsu" mode:

"Here's a piece of advice for you."

"You'd better hurry up and call that broom-headed Sendoh, or that monkey boss over here."

"At your level, you can't defend against it..."

Just as Sakuragi was rambling on and on, his trash-talking skills were at their peak.

Mitsui Hisashi, on the outside, suddenly made a feint to create space and flicked his wrist.

"Sakuragi! Catch the ball!"

The basketball pierced straight into the paint like a scalpel.

This is a brilliant pass. If Sakuragi catches it, he can turn around and dunk in an open space.

however.

At that moment, Sakuragi Hanamichi was completely focused on trash-talking Fukuda and didn't notice the basketball flying towards him.

"This genius is going to dominate the entire world..."

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

The basketball hit Sakuragi Hanamichi squarely right in the face.

Crit!

Headshot!

That arrogant face instantly distorted.

The basketball bounced and landed, rolling all the way to Futian's feet.

Fukuda paused for a moment.

He bent down to pick up the ball, glanced at Sakuragi who was rolling on the ground covering his face, and then glanced at the ball in his hand.

For the first time, his face, usually so gloomy, revealed an expression.

"..."

That's the expression you make when you look at someone with intellectual disabilities.

Fukuda threw the ball to his teammate, turned around and ran towards Ryonan's half of the court, his back view exuding a sense of speechlessness.

An eerie silence fell over the entire room once again.

Then a burst of laughter erupted.

"Hahaha! Is that red-haired guy trying to be funny?"

"Catching the ball with your face? What kind of new tactic is this?"

"Shohoku's secret weapon is really amazing! Laughing your opponents to death is also a tactic! My stomach hurts from laughing!"

In the stands.

Shinichi Maki rubbed his temples, turned to look at Soichiro Jin, his tone full of doubt:

"This is... that promising inside player?"

Kenji Fujima pursed his lips tightly, his shoulders shaking violently.

She was clearly trying her best to suppress her laughter and maintain her idol image.

Only Linbei.

He sat on the bench, covering his face with one hand in anguish, not wanting to watch that clown on the field.

Lin Bei wailed inwardly.

"My 20,000 yen Jordan shoes..."

"Wearing these on those idiots' feet is an insult to Michael Jordan."

"This isn't playing ball, it's like performing a skit!"

But through his fingers, Lin Bei saw Sakuragi getting up from the ground, his face flushed, yelling at Mitsui, "Why did you hit me with the ball?"

His lips curled up slightly, revealing a hint of anticipation.

Laugh, laugh as much as you want.

"I hope you'll still be laughing when this guy rips off your rebounds later."