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

"That 'Wave Curse Fist' move is absolutely invincible!"

"From now on, this will be our ultimate move!" Sakuragi was very excited, jumping around like a monkey.

"Basic stuff, don't worry about it. The main problem is that Boss Monkey's mental fortitude is just too average." Lin Bei lazily shook his hand.

Watching the two of them clowning around on the field.

In the backcourt of Shohoku, Ryota Miyagi had a dark expression on his face.

He covered his face, looking like he didn't know either of them.

"Hey! You two!"

"It's just playing ball, don't make it so heated, okay?!"

Despite his verbal complaints, Miyagi couldn't suppress the smile on his face.

This psychological warfare was absolutely brilliant.

They completely ruined the fish.

……

The game continues.

Although Uozumi's free throws were incredibly embarrassing, the game still had to be played through.

Mitsui had the ball and wanted to pass it to Miyagi.

But it was cut off by the immortal who had been lying in ambush!

"So fast!" Mitsui exclaimed in surprise.

After intercepting the ball, Sendoh made a long pass to the front without any hesitation.

There, Jun Uozumi had already taken a big step and rushed towards Shohoku's empty basket.

"This time..."

Uozumi stared at the empty basket, his eyes burning with the flames of revenge.

"No one can stop me!!"

He strode confidently to the free-throw line.

He held the ball in both hands, ready to unleash a powerful two-handed dunk and wash away all the humiliation from before.

Just as he jumped.

Suddenly, a series of rapid footsteps came from behind me, the sharp screeching of sneakers rubbing against the floor, like a countdown to death.

"Watch out behind you!" Aida Hikoichi screamed from the sidelines.

But it was too late.

Just as Uozumi's body reached its highest point, preparing to slam the ball into the basket.

A figure appeared from the side and behind him, then took off into the air.

Linbei.

He appeared precisely above the fish's head, like a hunting eagle.

"I already said..."

Lin Bei stretched out one hand, his five fingers pressing firmly against the basketball in Yu Zhu's hand like iron clamps.

"Flying is prohibited here."

"boom!!"

The two collided violently in mid-air.

Uozumi holds the ball with both hands, and his strength is astonishing.

But Lin Bei pressed the ball with one hand, his body leaning back slightly in the air.

That hand remained completely still, forcefully stopping Uozumi's dunk attempt.

A terrifying core power!

"Get down!!"

Lin Bei gave a low shout and suddenly exerted force on his wrist.

"Bang!"

Uozumi, along with the ball, was once again pinned to the ground.

The immense impact sent him sliding two meters away, leaving a long skid mark on the floor.

"Beep—!"

The whistle blew again.

"Red number 16! Foul by the defender!"

Lin Bei landed, shook his slightly numb hands, glanced at the referee, and didn't argue.

In order to stop the berserk Uozumi just now, I did manage to take his hand.

"Huff... huff..."

Uozumi lay on the ground, panting heavily, his eyes glazed over.

Although it hurt a lot when I fell, and although I didn't manage to get it in.

But as he looked at the referee's gesture, a strange smile appeared on his lips.

"Another free throw..."

Uozumi got up, a sly glint in his eyes.

"That's right, that's the solution I came up with."

"Since I can't score under the basket... I'll just grind you down with free throws!"

"I refuse to believe I can't get in!"

Uozumi confidently walked to the free throw line.

This is an opportunity provided by the rules, the simplest way to score points, a free point question!

however.

When he stood still, ready to receive the ball.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of those two familiar nightmares again.

Linbei.

Sakuragi Hanamichi.

The two stood on either side of the penalty area, one on the left and one on the right.

He looked at Uozumi and grinned mischievously.

That instant.

A chill ran up Uozumi's spine and straight to the top of his head, as if he had been thrown into an ice cellar.

"hiss--"

Uozumi felt a chill run down his spine and his hair stood on end.

That feeling was like being targeted by two evil spirits, causing my sanity to plummet!

"Are these two... devils?!"

Uozumi's hands began to tremble uncontrollably; he was about to have a Parkinson's attack.

The immense psychological pressure made the basketball hoop in front of him seem like a black hole, ready to swallow him up at any moment.

"No...don't look at me!!"

Uozumi cried out inwardly and frantically threw the ball away.

"Bang!"

The first ball hit the side of the backboard and bounced away.

Lin Bei and Sakuragi exchanged a glance, their smiles widening.

That look seemed to say, "See, I told you so."

This kind of silent mockery is more damaging than any trash talk; it's like real harm.

Uozumi completely collapsed, his Dao heart shattered.

When he received the second ball, he felt that the basketball in his hand was as heavy as a lead ball, an unbearable weight.

"Let's finish this quickly..."

He threw the ball with his eyes closed.

"Bang!"

The basketball hit the front edge of the rim.

Missed both free throws!

Four free throws, not a single point!

"The rebound is mine!!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi roared, leaped high into the air, and easily snatched the backboard over the head of the devastated Uozumi.

"Counterattack!!"

Sakuragi landed and immediately passed the ball to Miyagi, who had already started his run.

All that remained was Jun Uozumi, standing at the free-throw line, looking dazed and questioning his existence.

And on the sidelines, there was Taoka Shigeichi, clutching his head, his face ashen.

"It's over..."

Coach Taoka slumped in his chair, his eyes vacant.

"Uozumi's mentality... has completely collapsed."

……

Medical room.

The smell of disinfectant was so strong it made my skull hurt.

"No way! This is non-negotiable!"

The old doctor, with his gray hair, was so angry that his beard trembled.

He held Akagi Takenori's thigh firmly.

"You're lucky your ligaments weren't torn, but with this much soft tissue contusion, you still want to play?"

"So you plan to spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair, huh?"

Akagi sat on the hospital bed, cold sweat streaming down his temples.

It hurt, and it was urgent.

My left ankle was wrapped in a thick ice pack.

Each heartbeat felt like someone was hitting my ankle hard with a hammer.

He grabbed the doctor's white coat, veins bulging on the back of his hand, his eyes fierce as if he wanted to devour someone.

"I have to go."

"Even if this leg is ruined on the field, I still have to finish the game."

Akagi's voice was muffled, like thunder rolling through his chest.

"You lunatics! Are all of you ball players' brains filled with cement?" The doctor stomped his feet in anger.

"Akagi-senpai..."

Ayako watched from the side, wanting to offer advice but unsure how to begin.

Akagi's face was contorted with pain.

But that stubborn streak is something that even nine oxen couldn't pull back.

Akagi took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the sharp pain in his ankle:

"You don't understand."

"That guy, Uozumi... is a beast."

"With me not on the field, are you expecting that novice Sakuragi to succeed?"

"He'll be devoured alive!"

In his frustration, Akagi slammed his fist on the edge of the bed.

"I'm not going back. Shohoku's inside players are like ATMs!"

"We will lose!"

"This is the only way to dominate the whole country."

"I absolutely cannot rest in a place like this!"