Yōsen…
From the very start of the match until now, they'd been completely numbed by Midorima's three-pointers.
The ultra-long-range shots—those weren't just weapons anymore; they were bait. Deadly bait. Because when facing Midorima, if you didn't jump, he'd really shoot!
But if you did jump—he'd break right past you.
Sometimes, all it took was a single feint, a subtle lift of his arm—and the attack began.
Thud!
Midorima burst into the paint, body shooting upward. The small forward from Yōsen followed hard behind, leaping up to block!
But
Midorima tucked his body midair!
He pulled the ball from his shooting stance and swung it left, aiming toward Murasakibara Atsushi
Except
It was a fake!
The defender's eyes followed the feigned pass, completely fooled.
The next second, Midorima shifted the ball from left to right midair and finished with a reverse layup
Off the glass—score!
Midorima Shintarō landed, calm as ever, already retreating on defense.
"..."
From Yōsen's formation
Inside attack… probability 70%.
Add in a pass feint… 547100%.
Shoot.
Drive.
Pass.
All were to become his weapons of choice.
The old him chased three-pointers for the sake of their value—three points over two.
But now that belief had already been overturned by his own hand.
What he lost in points, he'd make up for in efficiency.
"Beau…"
"Beautiful, Midorima!"
Even the rookies on the bench—like Yōsen's own players—were stunned by that fake. Everyone, teammates included, had thought he'd actually pass.
Meanwhile, on Yōsen's bench
"What else does this guy have up his sleeve?!"
"He's too strong!"
"Every single attack's different—you can't even prepare for the next one!"
"And he's not like I imagined—he can actually pass! No wonder we fell for that fake!"
On the court, Fukui Kensuke could only stare blankly.
So this is Midorima Shintarō…?
The opponent's power far exceeded anything he'd expected. Facing such a monster—just the thought sent chills down his spine.
Another possession.
Midorima suddenly raised his hand toward Murasakibara.
The latter pouted, then reluctantly nodded.
"So soon, huh, Midori~kun~"
"Honestly…"
"Is this next play of mine also part of your probability-based tactics?"
"No," Midorima replied evenly.
"It's just your turn. Since this is a new team, it's only fair everyone sees your strength."
"Midori-kun~ You shouldn't lie without pushing up your glasses~"
"…Annoying."
"Heh~ okay then~"
This time, Midorima stopped right in front of the three-point line instead of running another route.
He passed the ball straight inside—to Murasakibara, who had been battling for position under the rim!
For the first time since this game began, everyone saw Murasakibara Atsushi attack on his own.
"He's moving!"
"The Generation of Miracles' center is finally attacking!"
"Captain Okamura is matched up with him directly!"
"Wait, Murasakibara looks even bigger than Captain Okamura up close!"
On court
Murasakibara received the ball with his back to Okamura Kenichi. His eyes flashed with a rare fierceness.
"I'll crush you~"
Thud!
He slammed back hard!
Muscle against muscle—a raw collision of strength!
Okamura barely managed to brace himself, but the sheer force
It was outrageous! Like standing in front of a runaway truck!
Then
Wind pressure began to swirl beneath Murasakibara's feet.
That was—his Destruction Hammer!
Yōsen's help defense triggered instantly—Liu Wei and their small forward closed in from both sides.
But the moment their bodies met his
Bang!
They were thrown back!
The two exchanged wide-eyed looks of disbelief.
Even together, their combined strength meant nothing before Murasakibara.
He didn't even acknowledge them.
So fast!
He didn't even need to pivot—his body half-turned mid-jump.
Is this… still human strength?
Their help defense might as well not exist. In Murasakibara's eyes, there was only the rim.
And as everyone thought this was already over
BOOM!
Okamura Kenichi's pride as a senior burned bright. Gritting his teeth, he threw himself in front of Murasakibara, pressing both hands against the ball!
The violent clash of power and momentum rippled through the court!
But
This wasn't the same Murasakibara from middle school.
His current strength was on a completely different scale
Like heaven and earth.
In just one instant, Okamura's stance shattered.
The ball warped under the pressure—then with a deafening crash!
Murasakibara unleashed his Destruction Hammer Dunk!
At the same time, the sudden loss of resistance sent his body surging downward
Both hands smashed into the rim with terrifying force!
The power he poured in to overpower Okamura magnified his own impact even further
Then
CRACK!
CRAAAACK!!
A collective gasp tore through the gym.
Silence followed.
Okamura, though sent flying, was mostly unharmed…
But the basketball hoop wasn't so lucky.
Murasakibara had torn the entire rim down!
On the court
Midorima raised an eyebrow, sighing as he shook his head.
That guy…
Can't he control himself for once?
Maybe… it was time to reset that "safety limit" the upperclassmen used to talk about.
Across the court, the first-years could only swallow hard, eyes wide with disbelief.
They had never seen anything like this
A shattered hoop.
"Can a high schooler even do that?!"
"..."
"I don't think it's about being a high schooler anymore…"
"It's just… the Generation of Miracles."
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