Slam Dunk World?

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Seriously? What's the deal with that kid?"

"He's so strong! Who even is this child?"

"A kid is actually going toe-to-toe with someone so much older? They're not just going easy on him, are they?"

"No, they're not! I've been watching for a while now. That kid's already played against a few people. I can hardly believe it myself."

"Incredible. Looks like Kanagawa is going to have a basketball prodigy on its hands."

Bang...

Bang...

Bang...

A fierce match was underway on a local basketball court.

Normally, a game on a court like this would be utterly ordinary.

But the scene unfolding on this particular court today had captured the attention of everyone passing by.

Two figures, one large and one small, darted back and forth across the court.

The larger figure appeared to be sixteen or seventeen, perhaps even seventeen or eighteen, with a subtle maturity that hinted at adulthood.

What was truly astonishing, however, was the small boy he was playing against.

Yes, a small boy.

The boy had fair skin and was roughly the same height as other six or seven-year-olds, around 130cm. Though his features were still childish, they radiated a lively, youthful energy.

A faint, almost imperceptible smile always played on his lips, as if holding endless childlike wonder, ready to burst into a brilliant grin at any moment.

However, what truly made people feel strange were his hair and eyes, which were completely different from everyone else's – they were both green.

His ink-dark green hair shimmered with a peculiar and captivating luster under the sunlight.

And his green eyes, like a tranquil, deep pool, or like brilliant gems embedded in the night sky, exuded a unique charm.

But what caused the most confusion and amazement were the occasional flashes of determination and composure in his eyes.

Such an expression shouldn't belong on a child so young, creating a striking and peculiar dissonance with his tender appearance.

It was hard to imagine that the two people competing on the court were so vastly different in age, looking like a comparison between a giant and a dwarf.

Yet, it was precisely this contrast that drew the attention of passersby, causing them to stop and watch.

The boy dribbled the basketball, then suddenly feinted, stopped abruptly, and as he jumped, he tossed the ball directly towards the hoop.

Clang...

Swish...

The ball hit the backboard, then bounced into the hoop.

The event happened so suddenly that the taller defender had no time to react.

Such speed and sudden stop, such fluid movements – there was no trace of the clumsiness one would expect from a six or seven-year-old child.

The onlookers around gasped repeatedly, utterly shocked.

A victorious smile now graced the boy's previously serious face.

This was the fourth person he had defeated today.

With a mere thought, a miraculous sight appeared before his eyes, visible only to him.

An electronic panel materialized in front of him, displaying a series of information.

[Name: Qing Junce]
[Age: 7]
[Height: 131cm]
[Weight: 36kg]
[Character Template: Aomine Daiki (15%)]
[Talent Abilities: Super-high-speed dribbling (Unawakened), Formless shots (Unawakened)]
[Wildness: Black Panther (Unawakened)]
[Zone (Unawakened)]

Looking at the information on the panel, the boy felt a sense of emotion.

Seven years...

His name was Qing Junce.

This was his name from his previous life, and it was also his name in this life.

One could say it was his former name, and also his current name.

He wasn't sure what his current situation was.

He opened his eyes and found himself an infant, surrounded by strangers speaking an incomprehensible language.

He wasn't sure if he had transmigrated or been reborn.

Because the world he now lived in felt like the late 70s or 80s of his previous life.

All he knew was that he was currently in Kanagawa, Japan.

When he turned three, his family bought him a basketball.

The moment he touched it, a system suddenly appeared in his mind.

This left him baffled yet delighted.

He was stunned when he saw the system's information.

[Loading character template: Aomine Daiki]

[Loading progress... 1%... 5%... 10%...]

He knew Aomine Daiki.

He was a character from the anime Kuroko's Basketball, one of the Generation of Miracles.

He only knew that he seemed to have merged with Aomine Daiki's template, and that was that.

Since that day, the system had only shown progress changes when he interacted with basketball, and nothing else had happened.

From then on, he didn't know why, perhaps due to the system, or perhaps due to Aomine Daiki's template influencing him.

He had unconsciously started playing basketball, and continued to do so until now.

"A-ce..."

Just then, a clear and pleasant female voice reached Qing Junce's ears.

Qing Junce looked over and saw a little girl with long hair cascading down her shoulders running towards him.

She was wearing a jade-green dress, its color reminiscent of the freshest new leaves in spring, or the shimmering light on a tranquil lake, gently enveloping her small frame.

The skirt swayed softly in the breeze, like ripples on a green wave, adding a touch of liveliness and playfulness to her.

Her appearance was incredibly sweet, as if she were a porcelain doll meticulously crafted by God.

Her large eyes were like the brightest stars in the night sky, luminous and pure, so clear they seemed to hold a tranquil autumn pool. Every twinkle seemed to tell of endless innocence and beauty.

Her thick eyelashes were like two small fans, fluttering and fanning the purest curiosity and innocence in the world.

Her short, jet-black hair, as if dyed by the night sky, reflected a faint purple glow under the gentle caress of the sun, like a mysterious dream color, adding an indescribable wonder and charm to her already sweet disposition.

She was like a little elf from a fairy tale, carrying innocence and beauty, unintentionally stepping into this complex world, yet making everything around her pale in comparison with her unique charm.

The person approaching was none other than Qing Junce's childhood friend.

The little girl's name was "Shimizu Kanon."

The Qing family and the Shimizu family were practically lifelong friends.

The fathers of both families had partnered to start a company and were also neighbors, so the families were very close and often gathered together.

Qing Junce and Shimizu Kanon had known each other since childhood.

Because Qing Junce had always been very opinionated, the little girl always trailed behind him.

Every time Qing Junce came to the court to play, Shimizu Kanon would stand by and watch quietly.

Shimizu Kanon said to Qing Junce with a sweet smile, "A-ce, congratulations on defeating another opponent."

Qing Junce wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled as if it were only natural, "Of course. You know my strength."

Tch...

Shimizu Kanon scoffed, then stuck out her tongue at Qing Junce and said, "Bighead. It's getting late, we should go home."

Hearing this, Qing Junce said reluctantly, "But I haven't played enough!"

Shimizu Kanon didn't care. She directly grabbed Qing Junce's arm and walked him out of the makeshift court, saying as they walked, "All you ever think about is basketball. We're moving to Hokkaido next week. Don't you have anything to pack?"

Hearing this, Qing Junce also remembered the move.

Because the companies of both families needed to expand their business, the entire family had to move to Hokkaido to live.

He had completely forgotten about it.

Qing Junce scratched his head and said, "I remember now, but I don't think I have anything to prepare."

"As if," Shimizu Kanon rolled her eyes, completely disbelieving Qing Junce.

She knew her childhood friend too well; it was as if he was clueless about everything except basketball.

This wasn't the first time something like this had happened; she had always been the one worrying about him.

Although she also loved watching Qing Junce play, life wasn't just about basketball!

As the two of them walked out of the court, their vision suddenly blurred.

Before their eyes, a flash of red streaked past.

At the same time, a voice reached their ears.

"Damn Yohei, he actually ran off and left me alone. I'm definitely not forgiving you this time..."

The voice gradually faded into the distance until it disappeared completely.

Qing Junce looked curiously in the direction the red had vanished, muttering to himself, 'The guy who just flashed by seemed to have red hair. Has Japan gotten so small that people start dyeing their hair already?'

"Huh? That's strange, someone has hair the same color as A-Ce's, different from everyone else. It's red, how rare!" Shimizu Kanon's sudden words made Qing Junce freeze in place.

"What's wrong?" Sensing Qing Junce had stopped, Shimizu Kanon asked curiously.

Qing Junce didn't reply. Instead, he fell into deep thought.

Red hair... Yohei...

He frowned slightly, feeling like it was somewhat familiar.

"Red hair... Yohei..." Qing Junce softly murmured.

Shimizu Kanon, seeing Qing Junce's expression, was completely bewildered.

She placed her small hand on Qing Junce's forehead and said, "You didn't get concussed from playing basketball, did you?"

Playing basketball?

Red hair?

Yohei?

Suddenly, a sharp glint flashed in Qing Junce's eyes.

A scene flashed through his mind.

It was an anime he had watched in his previous life.

Could this be the world of Slam Dunk?

Could the guy with red hair who just flashed by be Sakuragi Hanamichi?

And the Yohei he mentioned, could he be Mito Yohei?

Considering the era he was currently in.

The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

The next moment, Qing Junce directly grabbed Shimizu Kanon's hand and ran towards home.

Shimizu Kanon's pretty face couldn't help but blush at Qing Junce's sudden hand-holding.

Soon, the two disappeared at the end of the street.