Aomine

Aomine shot forward like a bolt of lightning, slicing through the defense with incredible speed as he charged toward the paint. His movements were so fast they left afterimages in his wake, a blur of motion on the court.

Just as he was about to attack, three defenders — Otsubo,Miyaji, and Kimura—rose up in unison. They seemed to descend from the heavens, forming an impenetrable wall at the rim.

"Not a chance!" they roared in unison, their voices echoing through the arena.

"Three defenders?!" Sakurai stood on the sideline, his brows furrowed with concern. He knew how dominant Aomine was, but against such a tight defensive formation, even he felt a tinge of doubt.

But Aomine wasn't fazed in the slightest. Displaying unparalleled athleticism and skill, he soared through the air like an eagle in flight. His body twisted gracefully, arcing midair as he effortlessly evaded the triple-team.

"He overshot the rim—he's been stopped!" Takao cracked a smile. If they could contain Aomine, victory was within reach.

Yet, Shiro wasn't convinced. He frowned slightly and muttered, "If stopping him were that easy, he wouldn't be the top power forward from middle school." His voice, though low, carried an unwavering belief in Aomine's ability.

Nijimura nodded in agreement. As Aomine's former captain, he had witnessed countless moments where Aomine stepped up when it mattered most, leading his team to victory.

Just as everyone thought Aomine's attack had ended, he did something shocking.

Still midair, he leaned forward slightly and gently released the ball with his right hand. The basketball seemed almost alive, tracing a perfect arc before dropping cleanly through the net.

The scoreboard flickered—36:37. Too Academy reclaimed the lead.

For a moment, the air in the gym was completely still. Then, the arena exploded in thunderous cheers.

"No way!"

"He actually made that?!"

The crowd erupted, their voices shaking the stadium. Fans waved their banners and thundersticks, chanting Aomine's name.

Everyone was in awe. A shot like that should've been impossible, yet Aomine had made it look effortless.

Sitting courtside, Kagami stared wide-eyed, his mouth forming a perfect "O" of shock.

"What the hell was that?! That's insane!" His voice carried a mix of disbelief and frustration. He had never imagined anyone would attempt such a move in an actual game.

"You'll get used to it." Sitting next to him, Kise smirked, his eyes calm and knowing.

Kise had seen Aomine pull off ridiculous plays too many times to be surprised anymore. He understood — this was what made Aomine special. This was why he was part of the Generation of Miracles.

Kagami let out a small laugh, his eyes burning with excitement. "Man, there's not a single normal player in the Generation of Miracles!"

There was a challenge in his voice — he wasn't intimidated. If anything, he was more eager than ever to take them on.

Kise chuckled, watching Kagami with quiet approval. After all, this guy had the talent to stand among them. That kind of fire was exactly what he needed.

Back on the court, Takao's pupils shrank in shock. His gaze locked onto Aomine.

"Hey, hey, that wasn't just raw power—that was completely ridiculous! This guy… his basketball doesn't follow any rules!"

Midorima adjusted his glasses, his expression calm but determined.

"This is his real game."

Then, Midorima suddenly called out, "Give me the ball!" His voice was firm, cutting through the noise of the arena.

He knew that if they wanted to stay in the game, he had to answer Aomine's shot. That was the only way to keep their team's momentum.

Takao, though still stunned by Aomine's incredible play, quickly snapped back into focus. Without hesitation, he pushed the ball up the court and delivered a perfect pass to Midorima.

Catching the ball, Midorima's eyes gleamed with determination. This was his chance to respond.

Aomine, unfazed by his previous basket, locked in on Midorima with laser focus. Using his absurd speed and defensive instincts, he stuck to Midorima like glue, refusing to give him an inch of space.

Feeling Aomine's defensive pressure, Midorima gritted his teeth. He needed to act fast.

Suddenly, he faked a step-back jumper, trying to shake Aomine. But Aomine read the move perfectly, staying right with him, still denying him a clean look.

Midorima didn't hesitate—he quickly gathered and pulled up for a shot. His movements were crisp and precise.

But Aomine didn't fall for it. He noticed that Midorima's feet hadn't left the ground—a fake.

Sure enough, Midorima didn't shoot. Instead, he used the fake to bait Aomine before immediately jumping for a fadeaway jumper.

Aomine read the move and exploded upward, fully extending his arm to block the shot.

But Midorima trusted his form. With his 6'5" frame and long wingspan, he believed Aomine couldn't reach him.

However, Aomine wasn't playing by the book.

Realizing a head-on contest wouldn't work, he made a split-second decision—a lateral jump to Midorima's left, closing the gap at an impossible angle.

The move caught everyone off guard—including Midorima.

His expression changed—he could feel the challenge to his shot. Aomine's reaction speed was ridiculous.

A fraction of a second later, Aomine's fingertip brushed the ball, altering its trajectory.

Midorima's face darkened — the shot was off.

"Rebound!" he shouted as players scrambled for position.

The ball soared through the air in a high arc…

And clanked off the back rim.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"