Time seemed to have been put into slow motion at that moment.
Inside Shohoku Basketball Gymnasium, everyone stopped breathing.
Takenori Akagi's pupils suddenly contracted. He remembered that day—the miraculous three-pointer Shirakawa had launched from the baseline. But what was happening now was even more outrageous, even more unbelievable!
That was their own half of the court! Their defensive zone! A place no one had ever imagined could be used for shooting!
Ryota Miyagi's mouth fell open unconsciously. He felt that his brain could no longer process the information before him. Shirakawa's actions had completely surpassed his understanding of basketball.
Even Kaede Rukawa's perpetually icy expression showed disbelief for the first time. His eyes were locked tightly on Shirakawa, as if he wanted to see straight through him.
Hanamichi Sakuragi, meanwhile, wore a look of confusion and admiration. Though he had no idea what his master was about to do, he instinctively felt that what came next would definitely be incredibly, incredibly amazing!
Outside the gym, Kenji Fujima and Toru Hanagata looked as though they had been struck by lightning, their entire bodies frozen in place.
"Has... has he gone insane?" Toru Hanagata's voice was dry and hoarse from sheer shock.
Kenji Fujima did not answer. His mind was completely blank.
As one of Kanagawa's top point guards, he possessed basketball intelligence and tactical understanding far beyond ordinary people. He could analyze any tactic and break down any defense.
But he could not analyze the scene before him.
Because this was not a tactic. It was not basketball. This belonged to the realm of... theology!
Under everyone's petrified gazes, Shirakawa moved.
His body leaned back slightly, and his wrist flicked gently.
There was no earth-shaking momentum, no dazzling flourish—just an ordinary shot.
The basketball left his hand, spinning faintly as it