Asia has three great sorceries.
Korean plastic surgery, Japanese makeup, and Chinese photoshopping.
These magical spells can allow every man and woman to complete a gorgeous transformation.
Momoi and Sora were equally good at makeup. This was due to national conditions; Japanese people have high requirements for appearance and grooming.
Being too sloppy would be considered a symbol of impoliteness.
However, Momoi and Sora didn't wear makeup most of the time.
They were exquisite enough themselves; makeup would only hurt their skin.
But without makeup, they could put effort into dressing up.
Usually, they dressed very exquisitely, styles carefully selected, the outfits that best suited their temperament.
Momoi prepared two swimsuits for herself this time!
No longer that shallow bikini from the daytime, but a skirt-style swimsuit, perfectly blending pink and white.
The size was just right, and there was plenty of fabric, yet it couldn't hide her proud figure.
Once hit by seawater, the fabric clinging to her under the moonlight seemed somewhat mysterious and hazy.
Yuuto's spirits were instantly lifted.
Then.
The King of Seiho and the female spy of Tōō frolicked on the beach, then inexplicably ended up behind a reef, merging into the dark night.
The King of Seiho "clumsily" pried for intelligence. Tōō's female spy refused to comply, resisting stubbornly, but under the King's attack, her defenses disintegrated bit by bit.
She barely held the last line of defense, but His Majesty the King of Seiho was already satisfied.
He obtained sufficient "intelligence," personally measuring the enemy data with his hands, which reached a shocking D-level intensity.
Helpless, His Majesty could only take out his sharpest weapon to penetrate deep into enemy territory.
Finally, under tight encirclement, he surrendered without any regrets.
The moonlight hid in the dark clouds, as if mourning for the King of Seiho.
...
A speechless night.
Early the next morning, Yuuto felt a bit weak in the legs.
He thought this was caused by the training intensity being too high.
His Majesty planned to let himself rest well today.
After washing up, he walked next door and knocked on Momoi's door.
Tōō's female spy opened the door and saw him, involuntarily recalling last night's torture. Her body, washed by unforgettable memories, twisted uncontrollably.
Momoi carefully poked her head out and asked, "Good morning Yu, what's up?"
"Time for breakfast. Want to go out together or should I bring it back for you?"
"I won't go. Please bring it back for me."
"Okay."
Yuuto nodded and left the inn.
Walking to the door, he couldn't help but sing a song, "Just because you're too beautiful~~~~ Baby~~~~"
On the other side, Momoi closed the door again, picked up the battle robe from last night, and hurriedly threw it into the trash can.
It had completed its mission and could be lost along with the scent left by Yuuto.
"Hmph, now we're even!" Momoi thought of the domineering Sora.
Although she said that, she felt like a deer was bumping in her chest, and her head was dizzy.
She knew how to tease and understood her advantages, yes, but she had no experience!
Originally planning to show off some charm, result: she ended up suffering a double loss.
Truly hateful.
"No; can't let it go like this. Must go out and have fun later before going back."
Naturally, Yuuto wouldn't refuse such a request. After breakfast, he strolled around the neighborhood with Momoi.
Seirin's people were still playing hard on the beach. Kagami scanned the surroundings, wanting to find traces of Yuuto, but didn't see the genius pair from yesterday.
Not just Yuuto; in their hearts, Momoi was also a troublesome character.
"Have they gone back already?" He muttered to himself, still having many questions to ask.
Actually, he looked for Yuuto after the match last night, but His Majesty was busy dealing with the female spy.
"Kagami-kun, you look troubled. Encountered some annoyance?" Kuroko's voice sounded unexpectedly, scaring Kagami who was deep in thought.
"Are you trying to scare me to death, bastard Kuroko!"
...
"Are we going to Akita and Kyoto next?"
On the subway, Momoi guessed Yuuto's next destination.
She was almost certain that Yuuto's correction had completed another evolution.
Probably those corrected memories would never disappear with the end of the match again.
First Dai-chan, then Little Green; next must be Little Murasakibara and Akashi-kun.
As for Little Kise, he was too special; it seemed Yuuto didn't need to make a trip.
"Not going. Rakuzan and Yosen are both undergoing closed training."
Yuuto called in advance, but both Yosen and Rakuzan had entered a closed training state.
They still had the main tournament to play, unlike Shutoku and Seirin who could start preparing for the Winter Cup so early.
"Is that so... It's a pity we can't go to Akita and Kyoto..." Momoi felt somewhat regretful.
Seeming a bit tired, she closed her eyes, her head naturally leaning on Yuuto's shoulder.
"There will be chances." Yuuto looked at the scenery outside the window and closed his eyes too.
They were both tired.
...
Another day passed.
When Yuuto returned to Seiho, the team had also entered a closed training state.
At this time, there were about ten days left before the opening of the Nationals main tournament.
The experienced Yamashita Shio knew very well what the team needed now.
Not fierce practice matches, but strengthening targeted at the players' and team's own strengths.
Time was too short to improve further; they could only amplify their advantages.
Especially stamina; this was the top priority.
Reaching this stage of the Nationals, it could be said they had entered the final sprint phase.
Next, unless they reached the finals (and lost/won?), they would have no rest time.
And stamina, and low consumption, had always been Seiho's advantage.
Besides that, the draw results.
"Back?"
"Mm."
"Got what you wanted?"
"Got a part, but enough."
"That's good."
Yamashita Shio's conversation with Yuuto was particularly simple. As promised, he gave Yuuto maximum freedom, not just on a tactical level.
When Yuuto applied to go out to find Midorima and Aomine before, he also guessed Yuuto's intent.
He didn't know the specifics, but he knew Yuuto wouldn't do meaningless things.
Now that he was back and brought gains, it was settled.
"Everyone, assemble!"
Shuffle shuffle~
With one command, Seiho players immediately put down their basketballs and lined up in front of the coach.
Yamashita Shio took out a schedule.
"The draw results are out. This year our Seiho is placed in the upper bracket."
"According to past history, Rakuzan is placed in the lower bracket. Meaning before the finals, we won't meet the Emperor Rakuzan."
This was good news.
No team wanted to meet Rakuzan early.
Rakuzan to Kuroko no Basket is equivalent to Sannoh in Slam Dunk.
The strongest team in high school basketball, bar none.
The leader of the Generation of Miracles leading three Uncrowned Kings, with head coach Eiji Shirogane who built the Rakuzan Dynasty single-handedly.
Such a lineup had almost no dead angles.
"What about Tōō?" Iwamura asked.
"They were also placed in the lower bracket."
Sure enough.
The first and second seeds of the Tokyo district are mostly separated into different halves.
In this way.
"Tōō and Rakuzan have a high probability of meeting." Ryuhei Kasuga couldn't help but grin.
Both were teams with explosively strong individual ability; meeting each other would be enough for them to drink a pot (suffer).
"Don't be careless. Our draw luck this year is indeed good. Besides Rakuzan and Tōō, we also missed Yosen with Murasakibara Atsushi."
"Does that mean the last remaining team with a Generation of Miracles member, Kaijo, is our biggest enemy?"
"That's right."
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