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

however.

Yueye picked up the basketball and dashed towards the frontcourt like an arrow.

"Quick attack!"

Ryonan's counterattack was incredibly fast.

He dribbled forward with the ball, and in front of him was a wide-open, uninhabited area, like a highway leading to a score.

As long as we score a layup, we can regain our momentum!

"Don't even think about running away!"

Just then, a bolt of lightning flashed past Akagi.

Miyagi Ryota.

This captain of the Xiangbei assault team unleashed an astonishing speed at this moment.

His legs moved wildly, as if equipped with a V8 engine, the sneakers screeching as they rubbed against the floor.

As they passed by Sakuragi, who was still in a petrified state.

Miyagi couldn't help but turn his head and curse:

"You big idiot!"

"Whoosh—!"

Before he finished speaking, Miyagi had already turned into a blur, instantly widening the distance between himself and Sakuragi.

The eyes of the entire audience practically popped out of their sockets.

"So fast!"

Sitting on the sidelines, Aida Hikoichi held a pen in his hand, his mouth agape enough to fit a light bulb.

"That Miyagi Ryota... what's with that explosive power?"

"They're just like cheetahs!"

The situation on the field can change in an instant.

He dribbled past the defender and drove into the three-point line. He didn't see any pursuers out of the corner of his eye, so he felt relieved.

"This ball is in the bag!"

Under the basket of Ryonan, Jun Uozumi could see it clearly, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

That short, small number 7 from Shohoku.

It was closing in on the off-road vehicle at a terrifying speed, like a reaper coming to claim its life.

"Off-road! Watch out for your rear end!"

Uozumi's roar echoed throughout the stadium.

But at this moment, the arrow was already on the bowstring, and the off-road vehicle had already started its three-step layup.

step.

Two steps.

Jump!

He holds the ball with both hands, ready for a safe layup off the backboard.

Just as the basketball was about to leave his hands.

A gust of wind came from behind me—a sign of danger!

Ryota Miyagi jumped up from behind him.

Although he is only 168 centimeters tall, he seemed to be jumping higher than anyone else at this moment.

Those eyes burned with a fierce fire.

"Get down here!"

Miyagi stretched his body in mid-air and slapped the basketball hard with his right hand.

"Smack—!!!"

Crisp, loud, and brutal.

The basketball was slapped away by Miyagi the instant it left Koshino's fingertips.

A chase-down block!

"Wow!!"

The entire audience gasped in surprise.

Off-road landing.

He stared blankly at the basketball rolling away, unable to believe what had just happened.

In the stands.

A hint of surprise appeared on Kenji Fujima's previously calm face.

"That number 7..."

"To be able to make a block of this quality from such a height."

"His jumping ability is amazing, and his timing is perfect. He's a formidable opponent."

"None of these guys from Shohoku are easy to beat."

……

on the field.

The basketball, which was swatted away, did not go out of bounds; instead, it bounced high and landed near the free-throw line.

"It's a live ball!"

After landing, Miyagi didn't even glance at the off-road vehicle; he immediately turned around and roared.

"Get the ball!"

The closest to the landing point were Sakuragi Hanamichi, who had just come to his senses, and Fukuda Kichijou.

The two of them saw the orange elf at the same time.

"be mine!"

Fukuda roared and charged forward with his long legs.

"Dream on! You stinky Ah Fu!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi was so anxious his eyes turned red.

The humiliation of being dispossessed just now must be washed away!

If I don't get this ball, I'll definitely be made into sashimi by the gorilla when I get back!

"This is a genius ball!"

Sakuragi completely disregarded body control, his entire body like a red torpedo, flying directly towards the basketball on the floor.

He looked like he was about to block a gun barrel.

"Bang!"

Sakuragi's chest slammed heavily onto the basketball.

The immense impact caused him to let out a muffled groan.

"I got it!"

On the Shohoku bench, Kogure excitedly pumped his fist.

"Well done, Sakuragi!"

however.

The next second, the style of the scene changed drastically.

Because he lunged so hard, Sakuragi didn't stop.

His body, propelled by inertia, pressed down on the basketball, gliding forward like someone playing curling.

"Sizzle—"

The sound of rubber rubbing against the floor was particularly jarring.

Sakuragi slid forward a distance.

During the slide, because of the awkward posture, the basketball that was originally pressed against his chest rolled down his abdomen.

At last.

Sakuragi stopped.

He lay face down on the ground.

And that orange basketball...

Glug glug.

It slowly rolled out from under his crotch.

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

Thousands of eyes in the arena were focused on the basketball that had "gained its freedom".

It circled around on the ground a few times before finally stopping at Mitsui Hisashi's feet.

Hisashi Mitsui: "..."

He looked down at the ball at his feet, then looked up at Sakuragi, who was lying on the ground in pain.

The movement of reaching out to pick up the ball stopped abruptly in mid-air, his fingers trembling.

On that handsome face, the features gradually distorted, revealing an indescribable look of disgust.

It was like seeing a freshly baked... indescribable thing.

It's not just Mitsui.

The Ryonan players next to him, including Koshino, Ikegami, and even the usually expressionless Rukawa, subconsciously took a half step back, looking disgusted.

Everyone's expression was remarkably identical.

It was a complex expression that combined shock, disgust, and sympathy.

It was as if green poison gas was emanating from that basketball at that moment.

"This ball..."

Yueye covered his nose; although there was no real smell, he had a feeling that the ball was no longer clean.

On the Shohoku bench.

Lin Bei was drinking water when he saw this scene, and he spat it all out with a "pfft," turning into a human showerhead.

"Cough cough cough..."

Lin Bei laughed so hard he slapped his thigh, tears streaming down his face.

"What kind of skill is that?"

"A biological weapon attack?"

"If that ball is thrown, who would dare to defend it? It's like it has a built-in area-of-effect dispel buff!"

Lin Bei wiped his mouth while ranting and raving.

Looking at the awkward situation on the field, I felt like my stomach was cramping from laughing.

……

On the field.

Sakuragi Hanamichi was still lying on the ground, his face flushed a deep purplish-red.

pain.

That really hurts.

That friction just now, plus the position the basketball rolled over...

That kind of tangy, unpleasant feeling is something only men can understand.

But he couldn't cry out in pain; he was a genius, and a genius couldn't lose face at this moment.

"What are you daydreaming about!"

A roar broke the eerie silence.

Akagi Takenori stood under the basket, veins bulging on his forehead, and roared at Mitsui:

"Hurry up and pick it up! The game isn't over yet!"

Mitsui Hisashi's lips twitched slightly.

He looked at the ball at his feet and went through a fierce internal struggle, as if facing the biggest decision of his life.

"Damn it..."

"Why do I have to suffer this...?"

At this moment, the group from Ryonan also realized what was happening.

Mitsui reacted extremely quickly, enduring his disdain as he managed to steal the ball from the two players surrounding him.

At this moment, Sakuragi Hanamichi was still curled up on the ground, looking just like a boiled shrimp.

Miyagi Ryota sighed, walked over, and squatted down.

"Hey, Sakuragi."

Miyagi reached out and patted Sakuragi on the shoulder, his tone unusually gentle:

"Are you alright?"

Sakuragi Hanamichi shuddered.

He slowly raised his head, a smile on his face that looked more like a grimace, cold sweat dripping down his chin.

"I……"

Sakuragi's voice trembled, carrying a final hint of stubbornness:

"I...I'm fine."

"This genius...is indestructible..."