Midōrima's Obsession: The 100% Parabola

The Teikō basketball team operated like a massive, precision instrument, driven by the cold commands of Akashi Seijūrō, running with chilling efficiency. Aomine Daiki's wildness burned on his solitary path, Kuroko Tetsuya remained silent in the shadows where light and dark fractured, Bai Ze You's confusion drifted in a fog where fun was extinguished, Kise Ryōta's imitation transformed in the flames of fusion and evolution, and Murasaki-bara Atsushi's power slumbered in a fortress of lazy confidence. Amidst this spectrum of abnormality, Midōrima Shintarō stood as a constant, unwavering coordinate, constructing his own absolute domain with near-obsessive rigor and precision—the 100% Parabola.

On the practice court, the atmosphere remained shrouded in the gloom of "Absolute Efficiency." But for Midōrima Shintarō, this efficiency took on an almost sacred ritualistic quality.

He stood beyond the three-point line, far from the noisy area around the basket. Every catch, every bend of the knees and drop of the shoulders, every lift of the elbow and flick of the wrist, was as if subjected to the most precise calculation and the strictest calibration. His movements were meticulous, his rhythm flawless, as if he wasn't shooting a basketball, but performing some sacred geometric ritual in pursuit of absolute perfection.

The basketball flew from his fingertips, spinning with intense backspin, cutting through the air with a faint, almost inaudible whistle. The trajectory, each time, was as precise as a copy, carrying a heart-stopping, perfect parabola!

"Swish!"

"Swish!"

"Swish!"

The sound of the ball going through the net without touching the rim echoed continuously, crisp and cold, like the ticking of the most accurate clock, heralding the achievement of "Absolute Hit." Within Midōrima's three-point domain, the basket seemed to be fixed by an invisible force, passively accepting each perfect baptism.

Momoi Satsuki recorded on her clipboard, her pen strokes filled with near reverence:

"Observation Record: Absolute Parabola Domain"

"Core Tenet: Precision is Power, Data is Truth."

"Behavioral Patterns:"

* Training Ritual: Morning Oracle (fixed procedure), Warm-up Action Sequence (millisecond precision), Pre-shot Adjustment (breathing, fingertip sensation, environmental compensation).

* Shot Execution: Action Templating (textbook level), Absolute Parabola Control (error angle < 0.5 degrees), Pursuit of 100% Swish (rejection of rim grazing).

* Tactical Positioning: Fixed Turret. Movement limited to preset high-efficiency three-point spots (rejection of unnecessary movement). Catch and Shoot (shot completion within 0.5 seconds).

* Defensive Stance: Textbook Man-to-Man Defense (standardized movements, prediction based on data models). Willingness to Double Team: Extremely Low (considered efficiency loss).

"Akashi Compatibility: SSS"

* Ideological Alignment: Midōrima's 'Absolute Precision' is the perfect embodiment of Akashi's 'Absolute Efficiency' in the shooting domain.

* Tactical Value: Provides stable, efficient, quantifiable long-range damage (strategic deterrence).

* Controllability: Behavior patterns highly predictable, perfectly fitting Akashi's tactical command system (no 'Aomine-style' risk of losing control).

"Mental Core:"

1. Defender of Order: Basketball is a precision science; chaos (like Aomine's Wildness, Kise's Imitation) is an 'error' to be eliminated. 2. Data Faith: Trust calculation, probability, repeatability; disdain for uncontrollable factors like 'first instinct' and 'luck'. 3. Absolute Desire for Control: 100% control over one's own shots is the sole fortress against the sense of loss of control from external factors (teammate abnormalities, opponent unknowns).

However, the increasingly distorted atmosphere within Teikō, like invisible interference waves, continuously battered the "absolute order" Midōrima tried to maintain.

During an intra-team practice match. Midōrima Shintarō found himself in an absolutely open spot in the corner—one of the positions with the highest calculated hit rate. Akashi's pass was like a guided missile, reaching him with perfect accuracy.

Midōrima bent his knees, dropped his shoulders, raised his elbow, flicked his wrist—the motion was flawless! The basketball, with its familiar spin and perfect parabola, flew towards the hoop!

Just then, a dark figure, like an out-of-control locomotive, charged in from the other side with a ferocious wildness! It was Aomine Daiki! In his attempt to grab an almost impossible offensive rebound, he completely disregarded offensive positioning and his teammates, violently shoving Murasbara Atsushi, who was blocking his path (though he didn't quite move him, he disrupted Murasbara's position). His massive frame and intense movements created a gust of air and visual interference!

The trajectory of the basketball in flight seemed to be minutely affected by this sudden, chaotic interference field! That tiny, almost negligible disturbance in the air!

"Clang!"

The basketball very lightly hit the inside of the back rim. Although it still fell into the net, it wasn't the absolutely perfect swish that Midōrima pursued! Instead, it carried a trace of imperfection, an ear-piercing metallic scraping sound!

The basket counted! But… it wasn't a 100% swish!

Midōrima Shintarō maintained his follow-through motion, his pupils behind his glasses constricting sharply! He pushed up his glasses, his movement slightly faster than usual, his fingertips trembling almost imperceptibly. That flawless parabola had been defiled! Defiled by Aomine's irrational, order-destroying barbaric act!

"Tch! It went in, didn't it! What's with all the fuss!" Aomine landed, barely glancing at Midōrima, and grumbled irritably, as if the interference had been perfectly natural.

A cold rage instantly swept over Midōrima Shintarō! He felt his sacred domain being brutally trampled, his pursuit of absolute precision being crudely belittled! He sharply turned his head, his icy gaze piercing Aomine like a surgical scalpel, his voice carrying an unprecedented chill:

"Aomine! Your reckless interference caused a 0.17-degree deviation in the shot trajectory! Increasing the risk of a rim-out by 0.8%! This is blasphemy against 'Absolute Efficiency'! Leave my shooting area immediately!"

Aomine Daiki stopped, turned around, his wild eyes meeting Midōrima's cold gaze without flinching. A ferocious grin curved his lips: "Huh? Your area? The whole court is where I score! Stop bothering me with your sissy data! If it goes in, it goes in!"

Their gazes clashed fiercely in the air! On one side, the rage of coldness, order, and absolute precision; on the other, the ferocity of wildness, chaos, and self-worship! The conflict of ideologies erupted in the most direct and sharpest way possible! The air seemed to freeze!

"Enough!" Akashi Seijūrō's cold voice fell like an arbiter's hammer, instantly suppressing the escalating conflict. His crimson eyes swept over Midōrima and Aomine.

"Midōrima, the basket counted, the efficiency result met the target. Uncontrollable variables (Aomine) interference has been factored into the model; adjust your shooting angle or choose a more optimal position to avoid it next time."

"Aomine, the offensive rebound contest met tactical requirements, but the amplitude of your movement was excessive, carrying a 3% risk of a foul and a 5% risk of self-balance loss. Next time, control the intensity of your rebounds."

Akashi's judgment was, as always, a cold calculation of efficiency. He affirmed Midōrima's result (the basket) and Aomine's intent (rebounding), but casually reduced their conflict to an optimization problem of "controllable risks." He ignored Midōrima's pain at the desecration of his devotion to "absolute precision," and also ignored Aomine's instinctive rebellion against orderly constraints.

Midōrima Shintarō pursed his lips tightly, his gaze behind his glasses growing colder. Akashi's "efficiency above all" logic was impeccable, but the rage in his heart over the blasphemy against his faith in "absolute precision" could not be quelled by these cold calculations. He felt a deep sense of loneliness—in this cold machine pursuing "Absolute Victory," it seemed only he was still holding onto that obsession with "Absolute Correctness."

After practice ended, Midōrima did not leave immediately. He remained alone on the empty court, standing at his favorite three-point spot. He repeated the shooting motion over and over: bend knees, drop shoulders, raise elbow, flick wrist… striving for perfection with every shot, pursuing that crisp sound of the swish every time. It was as if only through this almost masochistic repetition could he reconfirm the stability of the "Absolute Parabola Domain" he had constructed, and counter the increasingly out-of-control, chaotic team environment.

Bai Ze You did not go far. He leaned against the entrance of the gymnasium, silently watching Midōrima's lonely and obsessive figure. He could feel the cold anger radiating from Midōrima, and a deeper anxiety—the fear of order collapsing, of his absolute control being threatened. Within Akashi's framework of "Absolute Victory," Midōrima was the most efficient component, but also a lonely guardian imprisoned by his own perfectionism.

Momoi Satsuki wrote at the end of her record with a heavy hand:

"Core Diagnosis: Prisoner of Precision Order"

"Points of Conflict:"

1. Internal: Individual 'Absolute Precision' Faith vs. Team (Aomine/Murasbara) Uncontrollable Variable Interference → Order Anxiety. 2. External: Natural rejection and disdain for 'Chaotic Basketball' (Wildness, Imitation, Unpredictability).

Relationship with Akashi: Superficial high compatibility, core difference (Midōrima pursues process 'Absolute Correctness', Akashi only recognizes result 'Absolute Victory').

"Current State: Order barrier impacted (Aomine incident), anxiety increased, ritualistic behavior reinforced (shooting practice) to rebuild psychological defense."

"Potential Crisis:"

* Risk of faith collapse when encountering 'Absolute Defense' (e.g., future Akashi's Eyes of the Heavenly Emperor) or 'Higher Parabola' (e.g., future opponent).

* Team fragmentation intensifies, conflict with uncontrollable teammate (Aomine) becomes normalized.

* Under Akashi's result-oriented logic, his 'process perfectionism' value may be further weakened ('If It Goes In, It Goes In' logic spreads).

"Rating: Most stable output point in the Teikō system, also the most fragile 'precision instrument' within the system (extremely low tolerance for error)."

Midōrima Shintarō shot the last ball. The basketball traced a perfect arc, "Swish!" It went through the net cleanly. The crisp sound echoed in the empty gymnasium.

He pushed up his glasses, the lenses reflecting the cold lights. He bent down, meticulously tidying his belongings, his towel folded neatly, his water bottle placed properly. Then, he straightened his back and walked away from the court in precise, rigid steps, like a programmed robot, silently. His figure, in the afterglow of the setting sun, cast a long shadow—lonely and persistent—guarding his inviolable, precise kingdom built from the 100% Parabola.

The 100% Parabola is faith, a weapon, and a cage.

On the altar of Absolute Precision, Midōrima sacrificed passion and adaptability for a cold and efficient fatal blow.

Teikō's long-range blade is forged, but its core obsession and fragility will ultimately face the ultimate test beyond calculation in the future.