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

Time seemed to have been paused at that moment.

Akagi Takenori's nearly two-meter-tall body swayed violently, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

The previously bewildered look in his eyes was instantly filled with physical tears and excruciating pain.

The brain's CPU overheated.

"hiss--"

The entire audience gasped in unison, feeling a throbbing pain in their foreheads.

"ah!!"

Aya screamed and covered her eyes, unable to look.

"That idiot!"

"Is he trying to murder the captain?!"

Miyagi stopped in his tracks, his lips twitching wildly.

On Akagi Takenori's once smooth forehead, a large, bright red bump appeared at a visible speed, still steaming.

Sakuragi Hanamichi wasn't much better off; his forehead was completely red.

But he gritted his teeth and put on a tough guy expression that said "a real man never complains of pain".

"You...you bastard..."

Akagi clutched his forehead, his face contorted in pain, and stared at Sakuragi in astonishment.

Her eyes practically screamed, "Are you crazy?!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi released his grip and took a step back.

Amidst everyone's stunned gazes, he slowly raised his right hand, making a large "V" sign.

His face was filled with smugness, as if he had just completed a masterpiece of art.

"Hmph hmph hmph..."

Sakuragi turned to the stunned Ryonan team.

He then turned to the Shohoku bench at the petrochemical plant and loudly announced:

"Do you see that, mortals!"

"This is my genius technique—the ultimate weapon: Physical Awakening of the Gorilla!"

After saying that, he suddenly turned around.

That huge face was almost touching Akagi's nose, and the loud voice made Akagi's eardrums buzz:

"How's that? Are you awake now, gorilla?"

"It's just a little foot pain, why are you whining like a woman!"

"This genius is going to utterly crush those guys from Ryonan."

"If you, as the captain, dare to hold us back, I'll take care of them all in your place!"

"Understand?!"

Akagi was stunned.

The sharp pain in my forehead felt like an electric shock stimulating my nerves.

But what's even more provocative is what Sakuragi said.

Like a woman?

Holding someone back?

I am Takenori Akagi...

Did I get lectured by this complete novice who's only been learning basketball for three months?

An unnamed fire, mixed with shame and anger at having his secret exposed, instantly burst forth from the top of his head.

Ankle pain?

What is that?

Right now, Akagi only wants to kill people.

"Sakuragi...Hanamichi..."

Akagi's voice seemed to drift from the deepest hell, carrying a strong killing intent.

He slowly lowered his hand from his forehead, revealing the comical yet furiously large bump.

His face was so black it looked like ink could drip from it.

"You've got guts, kid."

Sakuragi was still grinning smugly: "Hahaha! No need to thank this genius, it's my duty..."

The word "do" hadn't even been uttered yet.

Akagi's large, fan-like hand was raised high, and with a whooshing sound, it slammed down hard.

"Thump!!!"

A sound even louder than the previous headbutt exploded out, like striking a broken gong.

"Awooo—!!!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi let out a heart-wrenching scream.

He crouched down, covering his head with his hands, and two streams of tears instantly welled up in his eyes.

And above his head.

A large, equally swollen, red bump is rapidly rising with astonishing symmetry.

"This is a return gift for you, you idiot."

"The iron fist of love, you're welcome."

Akagi withdrew his fist, blew on his knuckles, and snorted coldly.

"puff……"

On the bench, Lin Bei finally couldn't hold back anymore, covering his face with a towel and shaking violently.

"These two are a perfect match... I give this physical therapy a perfect score."

The little incident is over.

The referee gave a warning look, looking speechless, signaling for the game to continue.

At this point, only three minutes remained in the first half.

On the Ryonan side, Taoka Shigeichi watched Shohoku's farce with a cold smile on his lips.

"Hmph, infighting already? Mentality collapsing?"

"Akagi lost his composure, and Sakuragi, unaware of his own limitations, was still fighting on the court."

"Shohoku is already falling apart! This is our chance!"

Taoka waved his hand and roared confidently:

"Now's the time! They've lost their composure! Let's crush them in one fell swoop!"

"yes!!"

The morale of the generals in Lingnan was greatly boosted.

Jun Uozumi felt confident in himself, looking at the comical big bag on Akagi's head.

He couldn't help but taunt, "Akagi! Looks like your teammates don't take you seriously at all!"

"With this kind of injury, being beaten by your own teammates is pointless. You should just leave the game and rest. Don't embarrass yourself!"

Sendoh smiled as he dribbled the ball forward.

however.

When they attacked into Shohoku's half of the court, they found that something was wrong.

Takenori Akagi stood under the basket, with a large bump on his head.

Sakuragi Hanamichi stood on the edge of the restricted area, also sporting a large bump on his head.

The two men's appearances were strikingly similar and comical, like two unfortunate brothers from a circus.

But their expressions...

Yet they are equally ferocious.

Those were two faces that screamed, "I'm really annoyed right now, whoever messes with me will die."

The confusion in Akagi's eyes disappeared, replaced by two raging flames of anger.

Half is for Sakuragi, and half is for Ryonan.

Sakuragi bared his teeth, his eyes fierce like a wild dog guarding its food.

"Hey, boss monkey."

Sakuragi pointed at Uozumi and said fiercely, "You were laughing quite happily just now, weren't you?"

Akagi didn't say anything.

But those big, copper bell-like eyes were fixed on Sendoh and Uozumi, who were rushing over.

His muscles were taut, like a fully drawn bow.

"Bring it on."

Akagi let out a low growl, his voice no longer trembling, but instead carrying a chilling sense of oppression.

"Don't get too cocky, Boss Monkey!"

Sakuragi roared back, acting like a fox borrowing the tiger's might.

Uozumi was stunned by the imposing aura of the two men.

Is this some kind of internal strife?

These are clearly two powder kegs that have been set on fire!

Immortal frowned slightly.

But the die was cast, and with a flick of his wrist, he lobbed the ball high to Uozumi in the paint.

"No matter what tricks you pull, it's useless!"

Uozumi received the ball, roared, ignored Akagi's defense, and forcefully jumped to dunk.

Just as he jumped.

Akagi moved.

This time, he didn't hesitate at all, nor did he pay attention to the groaning of his ankle.

At this moment, the pain in my forehead and the fire in my heart completely overwhelmed the injury on my foot!

"Get down here...!"

With a roar, Akagi's massive body rose from the ground, and his hands slashed down like giant axes.

At the same time, Sakuragi Hanamichi next to him also sprang up like a spring, yelling incoherently:

"Fly swatter!!!"

One left and one right.

Two large hands simultaneously pressed down on the basketball in Uozumi's hands.

Mixed Doubles!

Two ghosts are knocking on the door!

"Bang!!!"

The immense forces collided in mid-air.

Uozumi felt an irresistible force strike him, and the basketball in his hand was slapped away!

"What?!"

Uozumi's pupils dilated, and he lost his balance, staggering to the ground.

The basketball flew towards the center like a cannonball and was snatched away by Miyagi Ryota, who had already started his run.

"Quick attack!!!"