Miuradai's Malice (1)

The basketball flew like an arrow loosed from a bow, threading precisely through the gap between two defenders and plunging straight beneath the basket.

The instant the ball reached his hands, everyone on Miuradai was startled and instinctively closed in.

But when they saw who had caught it, stunned expressions appeared on every face.

It was Sendoh!

He soared into the air, raising his right arm high. The muscles in his arm tensed instantly as he powered up from his waist and abdomen, hammering the ball into the hoop with a thunderous one-handed dunk. The net whipped wildly, producing an ear-splitting roar.

Ryonan scored first!

Ryonan 2:0!

Sanpudai!

What speed!

When the Miuradai players came back to their senses, their expressions changed at once.

None of them had expected Sendoh to cut in so quickly. They had not reacted at all.

As offense turned to defense, Miuradai swiftly stabilized their formation. Araki dribbled the ball forward slowly.

After crossing half court, he lowered his center of gravity and swept his gaze back and forth across Ryonan's defense, searching for an opening. His fingers twitched slightly as he prepared to organize the first attack.

However, before he could raise his eyes to signal or make any move, a black shadow burst out from the wing like a cheetah.

Uekusa Tomoyuki suddenly accelerated, slid a step, and reached in to cleanly slap the basketball out of Araki's hands.

Araki Kazuo's heart jolted. He instinctively turned to chase back on defense, but before his body had even fully twisted around, Uekusa had already flung the ball away without the slightest hesitation.

The steal and the pass seemed to have been completed in one seamless motion, the basketball shooting toward the front court like an arrow.

Yueye Hongming caught it. He had already started