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

The basketball made a sound as it was blown by the wind.

It landed steadily in Akagi's large, fan-like hand.

"Akagi!!"

Uozumi turned around abruptly, his pupils dilating, his eyes filled with despair.

He was tricked by Rukawa Kaede!

That lone wolf, Rukawa Kaede, actually passed the ball?!

Has the sun risen in the west?

Akagi catches the ball.

At that moment, his ankle stopped hurting.

His mind was free of distractions.

There was only that empty basketball hoop in front of him.

And the trust of everyone behind him, including Sakuragi, Rukawa, Miyagi, and Mitsui.

"Roar!!"

Akagi let out a deafening roar.

He stomped his feet on the ground, and the floorboards groaned under the strain.

Take off.

Take off.

That gorilla who once dominated the Kanagawa court, that towering black pillar of Shohoku.

The king has returned!

He held the basketball high in the air, his body taut like a fully drawn bow.

Slam it down hard!

"boom--!!!"

The rim shook violently, as if it were about to be ripped off at any moment.

The entire basketball hoop groaned under this terrifying force.

Slam Dunk!

A powerful and unpretentious dunk!

49: 40.

Akagi did not immediately let go after landing.

He gripped the rim, his body swayed slightly from the inertia, and then landed steadily.

He turned around and faced Uozumi, whose face was completely blank.

An unprecedented confidence and domineering aura appeared on Akagi's resolute face.

He pounded his chest, on the spot where his heart beat.

The voice was deep, yet it resounded like muffled thunder in everyone's ears:

"Uozumi".

"Shohoku's inside line is a no-fly zone."

"As long as I stand here, you can forget about flying over!"

Uozumi looked at Akagi in front of him.

That look...

No more hesitation, no more fear.

That was two years ago, when Akagi Takenori, despite his rough skills, dared to challenge everything.

No.

It's stronger than it was back then.

The current Akagi is someone who has weathered the storm of injury and carries the dreams of the entire team on his shoulders...

Complete body!

"Akagi..."

The fish's lips twitched, and a chill ran from the soles of its feet straight to its head.

What is the area of ​​psychological trauma?

Infinity!

He knew that the opponent who terrified him had completely regained his form.

"Good shot, gorilla!!!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi was the first to rush forward.

Regardless of Akagi's wishes, he jumped onto Akagi's back, grabbed his neck, and yelled:

"Hahaha!"

"That spiking was half as good as a genius's!"

"That's because Rukawa's storytelling is excellent!"

Miyagi rushed over and excitedly patted Akagi's butt.

Mitsui Hisashi stood beyond the three-point line, a sly smile playing on his lips, and clenched his fist in a flick of his wrist:

"Well done, Captain."

Although Rukawa Kaede still maintained his poker face, he quietly said something as he walked past Akagi:

"Nice dunk".

On the bench.

Coach Anzai's glasses flashed, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

A kind smile appeared on his usually calm face.

"Hehehe..."

"Akagi-kun's inner demon has been overcome."

Beside him, Lin Bei yawned.

He muttered lazily:

"That's right."

"If you can't even overcome this minor injury, how can you possibly dominate the nation?"

"It seems... Shohoku has become stronger."

……

The game continues.

Although the point difference widened to 9 points.

But Ryonan is, after all, a top-four team.

Sendoh Akira quickly clapped his hands, waking up his teammates who were somewhat stunned.

"Don't panic, everyone! There's still time!"

"Just one goal and the rhythm will be back!"

Sendoh dribbles the ball and advances.

This time, he didn't choose to pass the ball; instead, he decided to take it himself.

Faced with Rukawa's defense, Sendoh's eyes suddenly sharpened.

Dribble between the legs, change direction, accelerate.

The movements were as fast as lightning.

Rukawa Kaede clung to him tightly, giving him no space whatsoever.

The two figures clashed on the field, like two sharp swords constantly colliding, sparks flying everywhere.

"So strong..."

The audience watched intently.

This is a battle between the best!

It's like gods fighting!

Sudden.

Xiandao suddenly stopped while walking, and then took a step back.

Rukawa Kaede reacted extremely quickly, instantly lunging to block the shot.

However, Sendoh forcibly suspended himself in mid-air, using the strength of his waist and abdomen to dodge the blockade, and then gently flicked his wrist.

The basketball spins on my fingertips.

"Whoosh."

A difficult mid-range shot was made.

49: 42.

"Oh my god! Sendoh! Sendoh!"

The Ryonan cheerleaders shouted wildly, trying to reverse the tide.

After scoring, Sendoh didn't celebrate; instead, he immediately shouted:

"Back up! Full press!"

He knew that he couldn't let Shohoku comfortably dribble the ball across half-court now.

however.

Just as the Ryonan team was preparing to take their positions to defend...

Ryota Miyagi revealed a sly smile.

"Approaching?"

"Trying to outrun me? That's a narrow-minded idea."

Miyagi glanced at the red figure that was already sprinting across the field.

"Sakuragi! Run!"

"You don't need to tell me! Ryota!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi is like a tireless perpetual motion machine.

They were just celebrating, and now they've already rushed into Ryonan's three-point line.

He was so fast that even Fukuda Kichijou, who was specifically watching him, was a beat too slow.

Miyagi flicked his wrist.

A precise long pass flew straight to the frontcourt.

Sakuragi catches the ball.

But he didn't choose to go for a layup directly.

Because in front of him, Jun Uozumi had already retreated back on defense with all his might, standing like an iron tower under the basket.

"Boss Monkey! This time, this genius will crush you head-on!"

Sakuragi roared and started running with the ball in his arms.

step.

Two steps.

Just when everyone thought he was about to force a dunk.

Sakuragi suddenly stopped.

Then he produced something extremely awkward, yet somehow somewhat standard...

A turning motion?

"That is..."

Akagi, standing on the sidelines, was taken aback.

Those were the inside footwork techniques he taught Sakuragi during training!

Although Sakuragi's movements sounded like he was performing a robotic dance, as stiff as a zombie.

But this turn just happened to shake off Uozumi's unsteady defense.

"Get out of here!"

After turning around, Sakuragi faced the basket but did not dunk.

Instead, he lightly jumped and flicked his wrist.

A nobody makes a layup!

The basketball bounces off the backboard and goes into the basket.

51: 42.

"What?!"

Uozumi was completely dumbfounded.

He was on guard against Sakuragi's dunks and his strong physical play.

The only thing I didn't expect was that this kid would use such delicate moves!

"Hahahaha!"

"See that, boss monkey! That's the learning ability of a genius!"

After landing, Sakuragi pointed at Uozumi and laughed, looking like he was in Versailles.

"I learned it after the gorilla taught me only once!"

"I really am a genius!"

Akagi's lips twitched involuntarily as he watched this scene.

Although the movements were a bit awkward, it was indeed...

This kid's talent is simply terrifying.

This shot completely shattered Ryonan's attempt to mount a comeback.

This also made everyone realize.

Shohoku is no longer the team that only has Akagi and Rukawa.

That red-haired novice.

It is evolving at a terrifying speed into a monster capable of turning the tide of battle.

"Beep—!"

The referee whistle blows.

Lingnan is temporarily suspended.

The score was 51-42.

Shohoku has a 9-point lead.

The nine-point difference was like a chasm in the hearts of everyone in Ryonan.

Sendoh Akira straightened up, gripping the basketball with one hand, his chest rising and falling slightly.

Sweat slid down his angular profile, dripping onto the floor and instantly spreading into a small, dark stain.

He did not immediately go to the bench.

Instead, he turned his head to the side, his gaze piercing through the noisy crowd and the sweltering heat in the air, and precisely aimed at Xiangbei's rest area.

There, Lin Bei was wrapped in a coat that was a little too big for him, slumped in a chair without any regard for his image.

He was also holding a half-empty bottle of mineral water.

Seemingly sensing the gaze that, while not filled with killing intent, was nonetheless extremely penetrating, Lin Bei lazily raised his eyelids.

Their eyes met in mid-air.