Opening

"It's troublesome, but it's better not to make Ken-chan angry. You won't score in this game," Atsushi Murasakibara said, looking down at Daisuke Narumi.

"Huh? Don't think you're so great just because you're tall, you big oaf," Daisuke Narumi said dismissively, looking at Atsushi Murasakibara. "I'm going to crush you in this game!"

"Insolent." Atsushi Murasakibara threw down the words with disdain.

"Stop talking," the referee said, walking between the two players with the ball to halt their conversation.

"Beeeep~" A crisp whistle sounded, and the referee tossed the basketball high into the air.

"This ball is mine!" Daisuke Narumi jumped excitedly to contest the tip-off, trying to secure possession for Shibuya First Junior High.

"What are you talking about? You're finished for this game," Atsushi Murasakibara's lazy voice echoed in Daisuke Narumi's ear. The moment Atsushi Murasakibara jumped, Daisuke Narumi felt as if he saw a giant dragon breaking out of the sea, and in a daze, he seemed to see ferocious dragon horns appearing on Atsushi Murasakibara's head.

"Good job, Murasakibara," Ken Kaneki caught the ball steadily and passed it to Shuzo Nijimura to organize their first offense.

"Hey, hey, Shuzo, isn't it a foul for you to play point guard with that build?" Kazuhiko Yamanaka's voice trembled slightly as he watched Shuzo Nijimura slowly approach him. "Speaking of which, your new guys are really something else, playing dirty tricks and making me run around in circles. How should I settle this score?"

"How to settle it? Tough luck for you," Shuzo Nijimura adjusted his stance with a simple dribble. "Besides, Ken Kaneki's tricks weren't exactly dirty..." As he spoke, Shuzo Nijimura bounced the ball to Ken Kaneki. "It was just to ensure we knew our enemy and ourselves, though I don't think it was necessary."

As if to confirm Shuzo Nijimura's words, Ken Kaneki found Kotaro Hayama the moment he received the ball.

"You're Shibuya First Junior High's ace, right? How are you feeling today?" Ken Kaneki asked coldly, looking at Kotaro Hayama.

"How am I feeling? We're playing basketball right now!" Kotaro Hayama stared intently at Ken Kaneki in front of him, his voice trembling almost imperceptibly.

"I ask you a question, and you don't answer. You're incredibly rude," Ken Kaneki's voice betrayed no emotion. "I never thought I'd be the one teaching a senior court etiquette. Watch this, senior, my welcome gift."

"Welcome gift?" Kotaro Hayama was somewhat bewildered but instinctively had a bad feeling.

"Bang bang! Bang bang! Bang bang!" The basketball seemed to turn into a bolt of lightning, colliding with the ground with thunderous booms, the rhythm growing faster and faster.

"This is Hayama's..." Keisuke Kobayashi, standing nearby, was so shocked his mouth hung open. In his eyes, Hayama Kotaro's signature move was almost impossible for anyone to learn, but Ken Kaneki's existence made him feel like his worldview had been overturned.

"This is my... Thunderclap Dribble?" Kotaro Hayama's pupils contracted, his heart churning. The sound of the basketball hitting the ground grew denser, striking his heart like the drumbeat of an attack.

"Familiar? It should be familiar," In a flash, Ken Kaneki seemed to transform into an ethereal figure, passing right through Kotaro Hayama's defense. "But senior, I have five fingers."

"Damn it! This guy, he's on a completely different level of strength than me!" Kotaro Hayama, usually known for his excellent reflexes, could now only barely keep up with Ken Kaneki's movements with his eyes.

"Daisuke! Help defense!" Keisuke Kobayashi shouted to his teammate in the paint, trying to stop the play.

"What's the use of a guy like you, who just gets in the way, coming up here?" Ken Kaneki's eyes flashed with sharp light. He stepped onto the left sideline of the three-second area, gathered the ball, and exploded towards the basket, driving against Daisuke Narumi's help defense.

With a dull thud, Daisuke Narumi was sent flying out of bounds by Ken Kaneki, who then slammed the ball fiercely into the hoop.

"Sugoi!"

"Another opening dunk!"

"Truly the Mighty Lion of Teiko!"

A dunk that sent adrenaline soaring sent the audience into a frenzy, with gasps of amazement echoing throughout the arena.

"Hey, senior," Ken Kaneki ignored the fallen Daisuke Narumi and turned to look at Kotaro Hayama. "How are you feeling today?"

"Ah, I'm feeling great today," as if sensing the provocation in Ken Kaneki's words, Kotaro Hayama didn't back down at all, staring intently at Ken Kaneki in response.

"Hmm? Not bad," Ken Kaneki looked at Kotaro Hayama's determined expression, shook his head, and let out a wry laugh before turning to head back on defense.

"Hey, hey, Dad, you left early last time I asked you to watch a game, and now you're dragging me to watch Teiko's game. Shunpei's game just started," Reiko Aida complained unhappily to her father beside her.

"What's so good about that four-eyes' game? It's just a bunch of weaklings picking on each other," Kagetora Aida took off his sunglasses and focused on the court. "Last time, Seihō Junior High was a super strong defensive team, and this time Shibuya First Junior High is a super strong offensive team with explosive firepower. If they can play dominantly against two top-four prefectural teams with such different styles in consecutive games, I have high hopes for Teiko Junior High School to make a breakthrough in the national tournament this year."

"But Shunpei is great too! He's the starting shooting guard for the team now! He made 5 out of 8 three-pointers last game and scored 20 points!" Reiko Aida retorted stubbornly. "I feel like they can definitely make it to the prefectural top four this year."

"Sigh, Reiko," Kagetora Aida sighed, patting Reiko Aida's head. "Your four-eyes friend's team, even if they win the prefectural runner-up, can only say that's their limit... But Teiko, they won the prefectural championship because the selection matches are only held within the prefecture."

"Nuh-uh, Dad, if Shunpei's team actually makes it to the prefectural finals, do you think they could win against Teiko?" Reiko Aida asked curiously.

"Honestly, how could my daughter, Kagetora Aida, ask such a question?" Kagetora Aida put his hand to his forehead helplessly. "Let's put it this way, if those four-eyes don't lose by fifty points, it'll mean Teiko is having an off day. It's good to have dreams, but you can't always fantasize."

"Oh..." Reiko Aida's enthusiasm waned after Kagetora Aida's analysis, and she looked blankly at the court.

"Alright, don't overthink it. Let's see how Teiko plans to defend this offensive wave," Kagetora Aida interrupted Reiko Aida's thoughts, his gaze fixed on the Teiko players on the court.

"Daisuke!" Seeing that they couldn't break through Shuzo Nijimura's defense, and with the perimeter players all tied up by their defenders, Kazuhiko Yamanaka finally chose to pass the ball to Daisuke Narumi, who seemed to be less tightly guarded.

"Leaving me this far away, are you looking down on me?" Seeing Atsushi Murasakibara a step away from him, Daisuke Narumi felt insulted. "If that's the case, I'll just shoot!"

"What Ken Kaneki and Momoi said was right," the moment Daisuke Narumi released the ball, Atsushi Murasakibara's large hand snatched it from the air, his lazy voice a stark contrast to his agile movements. "He really is a simple-minded guy."

"This guy!" Daisuke Narumi looked at Atsushi Murasakibara in front of him, a cold sweat trickling down his forehead.

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