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

Time seemed to have been strangled.

Followed by.

An even more explosive commotion than the earlier foul by Uozumi instantly ripped the roof off.

"ha?!"

"What the hell is that pose?!"

"What is he doing? Holding a chamber pot on the court?"

"Hey! Is this a free throw or some kind of trick?"

"Is this guy from Shohoku just here to be funny?"

In the audience, someone sprayed the cola they had just drunk onto the head of the person in front of them.

Even the referee was stunned, with the whistle in his mouth.

Over in Lingnan.

Hiroaki Koshino's mouth was agape enough to fit a light bulb, and his finger pointing at Sakuragi was trembling wildly:

"From...from bottom to top?"

"What kind of weird basketball shooting technique is that?"

Even Sendoh Akira's perpetually calm and handsome face cracked.

however.

Sakuragi Hanamichi ignored the mockery around him.

His eyes were fixed on the bright orange basketball hoop.

"Watch, mortals."

"That's a genius free throw!"

With a push from his knees, he smoothly swung his arms upwards.

The movements were comical, like pouring water, yet they possessed a strange fluidity.

The basketball flew between his legs.

There is no rotation.

The basketball traced a very high parabola in the air, like a precision-guided missile, and plummeted straight towards the basket.

Thousands of people craned their necks in unison, their eyes following the ball.

The highest point.

whereabouts.

"Whoosh!"

A crisp, pleasant sound of a net being swished rang out in the noisy stadium.

Hollow into the network!

The basketball landed and bounced a few times merrily, as if mocking those who had just questioned it.

The scoreboard is ticking.

47: 40.

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

One second later, the whole place erupted!

"They made it in?!?"

"Holy crap! That kind of 'pouring out foot bath water' posture actually went in?!"

"Is it hollow? You must be guessing?"

"This must be pure luck! Doesn't Newton care?"

Sakuragi Hanamichi remained frozen in that "splashing water" pose for a second.

Then, he suddenly launched himself into the air, flashing his signature "V" sign with both hands, and unleashed a barrage of attacks towards the Shohoku bench:

"Hahahaha!"

"Did you see that, Dad? Lin Bei!"

"That's the touch of a genius!"

"Whether I shoot backwards or forwards, this genius can make it!"

That maniacal laughter echoed through the stadium, making people want to punch someone.

……

Hainan team area.

Kiyota Nobunaga gripped the railing so tightly it creaked, his entire worldview shattered.

"What a joke!"

"How could that ball go in? That wasn't even a proper shooting motion!"

"What does it matter if I practiced that perfect posture for so many years?!"

Although Maki Shinichi next to him didn't say anything, his eyes were twitching wildly.

This kind of unconventional approach is the most troublesome.

Because it is completely unpredictable and has no regard for martial ethics.

Lingnan.

Fukuda Kichijo's usually expressionless face was now filled with a thirst for knowledge.

He stared at the spot where Sakuragi had just stood, his hands moving involuntarily in front of him.

From bottom to top?

Using the force of the knee to transmit power?

This does indeed guarantee the ball's straight trajectory...

"Afu! What are you doing!"

Taoka Shigeichi turned around.

Seeing their star striker mimicking that "urinal" pose, he was so angry he almost had a stroke on the spot:

"Don't follow that idiot's example! That's heresy! Heresy!"

"Focus on the rebounds, you bastard!"

……

Shohoku Grandstand.

"call……"

Yohei Mito swallowed the heart that had been in his throat.

"As long as you make it, it's fine as long as you don't hit anyone, you can shoot however you want."

Takamiya Nozomi wiped the cold sweat from her forehead:

"The look in Hanamichi's eyes just now made me think he was going to rush over and turn Uozumi into sashimi."

Haruko Akagi clasped her hands together, tears welling in her eyes.

But a smile as bright as an angel bloomed on her face:

"That's great... Sakuragi-kun really did it."

"I knew it; he was already a seasoned basketball player."

"Sakuragi has really grown up to be able to calmly shoot free throws even after such a malicious foul!"

Upon hearing this, the members of Sakuragi's gang exchanged glances and shrank back in unison.

Yuji Oonan lowered his voice and muttered:

"Miss Haruko...you're too naive."

"That guy isn't mature at all; he's probably already plotting how to get revenge."

Noma Tadashiro nodded in agreement: "That's right, Hanamichi is the type to settle scores on the spot... The reason he didn't make a move was simply because he wanted to show off in front of Haruko-san."

Yohei smiled wryly: "No matter what, at least a fight hasn't broken out yet, which is a blessing in disguise."

……

On the field.

The referee threw the ball back to Sakuragi.

Second penalty.

Sakuragi caught the ball, and the playful smile on his face vanished instantly.

He struck that "emptying the chamber pot" pose again.

This time, no one dared to laugh.

Jun Uozumi stood under the basket, his massive body like a wall of sighs, firmly blocking the position.

His eyes were sinister as he stared intently at the ball in Sakuragi's hand.

"We absolutely cannot let him go in again..."

"If we can't even defend against a shot like this, where will Ryonan's reputation stand!"

Sakuragi took a deep breath.

Perhaps it was because the goal was so satisfying, or perhaps he wanted to teach Uozumi an even harsher lesson.

This time, he bent his knees more and swung his arms more forcefully.

"Get in...!"

The basketball slipped from his grasp.

But as soon as he made his move, Sakuragi's expression changed.

"Oh no! I used too much force!"

The basketball drew an even more exaggerated arc in the air, but lost the smoothness it had just made.

"when!!"

The basketball slammed heavily against the back of the rim, making a dull thud.

It bounced high into the air.

"rebound!!!"

Takenori Akagi and Jun Uozumi roared almost simultaneously.

Two prehistoric behemoths were locked in a fierce battle under the basket, the sound of their muscles colliding was enough to make your teeth ache.

"Don't even think about getting it!!"

With bloodshot eyes, Uozumi used his size advantage to force Akagi to move half a body length away.

Just when everyone thought that the rebound was a sure thing for Uozumi.

A black lightning bolt tore through the defensive line above the restricted area without warning.

Rukawa Kaede!

He was like a black panther lurking in wait, suddenly appearing from the side.

The takeoff speed was astonishing; it was practically cheating!

The instant Uozumi's fingers touched the basketball.

A large, fair hand, brimming with explosive power, appeared out of nowhere and snatched the ball right off Uozumi's head!

"What?!"

Uozumi was greatly alarmed.

Rukawa landed without even a 0.1-second pause.

"Keep him out!!"

Sendoh Akira shouted and pounced on him immediately.

Uozumi also realized what was happening.

The two instantly formed a pincer movement, like two iron clamps clamping down on Rukawa Kaede.

Double-team!

In such a confined space, they faced the blockade of Ryonan's two aces.

Anyone in that situation would have opted to force a move or call a timeout.

But Rukawa Kaede's cold face remained completely expressionless.

Even a hint of mockery flashed in those narrow, fox-like eyes.

He was at the very moment when the two were about to close in.

He flicked his wrist very subtly.

Passing the ball without looking!

The basketball seemed to have eyes, slicing past Uozumi's waist with surgical precision.

There.

Under the basket.

A kind and gentle figure had been waiting for a long time.

Takenori Akagi.

No one is defending!