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

On the bench.

Lin Bei looked at Sakuragi's "I'm so innocent" expression.

He buried his head in his arms, his shoulders shaking wildly, almost suffocating himself.

"This kid..."

"Accelerating the pass doesn't mean you have to use your Buddha's Palm technique to shoot an air cannon!"

"Fine, as long as no one gets hurt, let him do whatever he wants."

……

The game continues.

Sakuragi's "human cannon" caused a commotion, and possession of the ball was awarded to Ryonan.

Taoka Shigeichi stood on the sidelines, arms crossed, his face so gloomy it could drip water.

Although the scene just now was comical, the explosiveness and passing power that Sakuragi Hanamichi displayed made his unease grow stronger.

This isn't playing basketball, it's practically a demolition!

"We can't let that red-haired kid cause any more trouble."

Taoka's gaze swept across the field, finally settling on Fukuda Kichijou.

His eyes sharpened, and he made a subtle gesture.

That was Ryonan's code word—"isolation".

On the field.

Sendoh Akira saw the coach's gesture and a knowing smile appeared on his lips.

He dribbled the ball while casually waving his hand.

Ryonan's formation changed instantly.

Jun Uozumi, who was originally crowded in the inside, actually moved to the right baseline area.

Off-road and Uekusa also quickly moved to the right flank, taking out Mitsui and Miyagi who were defending them.

In the blink of an eye.

The left half of the entire stadium became completely empty.

It's like an isolated island that has been deliberately emptied out.

On that deserted island, only two people remained.

On the offensive side, Fukuda Kichijou had a gloomy face but his eyes burned with a thirst for food.

On the defensive side, Sakuragi Hanamichi was still muttering to himself about the passing error he had just made.

"Um?"

On the stands.

Shinichi Maki, who was drinking a sports drink, froze in mid-air upon seeing this scene.

A sharp glint flashed in those deep eyes.

"Targeted tactics..."

He put down his drink, leaned forward slightly, and spoke with a hint of amusement:

"Coach Taoka is picking on the weak, isn't he?"

Jin Soichiro blinked, somewhat puzzled: "The easy target? Are you referring to Sakuragi? But that block he just made..."

"Physical ability is one thing, defensive experience is another."

Maki Shinichi shook his head, hitting the nail on the head:

"Spread out the others and create absolute 1-on-1 space for the player with the ball."

"No help defense, no backup."

"This is to single out Sakuragi Hanamichi and publicly execute him."

The audience seats on the other side.

A serious expression appeared on Kenji Fujima's handsome face.

"The best way to deal with newcomers is to expose them to the gap of experience."

Fujima frowned slightly as he looked at the lone red-haired figure on the field.

"But does Ryonan really have that much confidence in that guy named Fukuda?"

"Sakuragi Hanamichi's athletic ability is above average."

"Once Fukuda's offense stalls, Ryonan's rebounding will be completely out of control."

It's a big gamble.

I bet Fukuda's spear can pierce Sakuragi's unpolished shield.

……

The atmosphere on the field suddenly became heavy.

The air seemed to freeze inside the three-point line on the left.

Fukuda Kichijo holds the ball with both hands, his back slightly bent.

Those slender eyes were fixed on Sakuragi in front of him.

His breathing was steady and powerful, each breath building up to unleash explosive power.

That was the killer instinct he honed on the street basketball court during countless days when he couldn't play.

"Hey, Afu."

Sakuragi Hanamichi seemed to have noticed the strangeness around him as well.

He looked around and found that there wasn't a soul in sight, so he immediately refocused his attention on Fukuda.

He grinned, revealing a set of bright white teeth:

"What's wrong?"

"You sent everyone away so you could ask this genius for advice alone?"

"Although I'm very busy, since you're so sincere..."

"Stop talking nonsense." Fukuda coldly interrupted Sakuragi's trash talk.

Before he finished speaking, he moved.

There were no fancy probing steps, nor any unnecessary feints.

It's the purest and most extreme first step!

"Thump!"

The sneakers screeched as they rubbed against the floor.

Fukuda was like a bullet fired from a gun, lowering its center of gravity and exploding instantly along the baseline.

fast!

too fast!

This starting speed is in no way inferior to that of a defender who is known for his speed!

Sakuragi Hanamichi's eyelids twitched.

In his vision, Fukuda's figure seemed to blur for a moment.

"Think of me? No way!"

Sakuragi's reflexes are truly monstrous.

The instant Fukuda started moving, his body reacted instinctively, his feet shifting sideways in an attempt to block the route.

but.

This is exactly the time that Fukuda has been waiting for.

Just as Sakuragi shifted his weight, Fukuda suddenly stopped abruptly.

The inertia caused Sakuragi's body to slide backward involuntarily, almost getting his ankles tied.

Followed by.

Futian accelerates again!

One pause, one movement.

The change in rhythm was like a ghost, instantly tearing apart Sakuragi's already flawed defensive stance.

"Whoosh—!"

A gust of wind swept by.

Sakuragi Hanamichi only felt a blur before his eyes.

The figure wearing the Ryonan jersey had already passed by him.

"What?!"

Sakuragi was terrified.

I wanted to turn around and chase after him, but I found that my feet seemed to be nailed to the floor, and I couldn't keep up with his pace at all.

"Passed!"

The Ryonan bench erupted in cheers.

"Well done, Afu!"

"That's it! Teach that novice a lesson!"

Taoka Shigeichi clenched his fist, a smug smirk playing on his lips.

"See? That's the difference in experience."

"Having great physical attributes but lacking defensive footwork makes you nothing but a wooden stake against a true scorer!"

At this moment, all that Fukuda Kichijou could see was that orange-red basketball hoop.

After getting past Sakuragi, there was a smooth road ahead for him.

That long-lost thrill of being in control made his blood boil.

"Goal..."

"I want to score..."

"I'm going to show everyone my abilities!"

"I'll make even Sendoh take notice of me!"

Fukuda leaped high into the air, holding the ball with one hand, his body stretching out to its fullest extent in the air.

This is a sure layup.

He had even mentally rehearsed the deafening cheers that would follow his goal.

however.

Just as the basketball was about to leave his hands.

A shadow suddenly loomed over his vision.

It wasn't Sakuragi chasing from behind.

Instead, it appeared suddenly from the side, like a ghost.

"What?!"

Fukuda's pupils trembled violently, and his composure crumbled for a moment.

Directly in front of him was Mitsui Hisashi, number 14 of Shohoku High School, who should have been on the right side, pulled away by the off-road vehicle.

Sometime during the night, it somehow moved to the edge of the restricted area like a ghost!

He stood there, perfectly straight.

Stand with your feet firmly planted and hands covering your chest.

His gaze was as calm as a bottomless lake.

There was no jump block.

He didn't reach out to grab the ball.

Like a "sixth brother" who has been lying in the grass for a long time, coldly waiting for his prey to run into him.

"How could someone be there?!"