Victory

"That's true, definitely admirable!"

Aomine flashed a slight smile before slicing through Shutoku's defense once again. His movements were fluid, effortless—like a graceful waltz on the court. The ball arced beautifully through the air before swishing cleanly through the net—another easy two points.

From that moment on, the game became Aomine's personal showcase.

He dominated the court, putting on a dazzling display of impossible plays—ankle-breaking crossovers, thunderous dunks, acrobatic layups, and unorthodox jump shots that left the crowd in awe.

Shutoku's defense crumbled like paper before him, unable to contain his onslaught.

However, even a force like Aomine wasn't immune to fatigue. He had pushed himself to the limit through the first three quarters, but the physical toll was becoming evident.

His Zone—as powerful as it was—could only last for about half a quarter.

As the game clock ticked into the final five minutes of the fourth quarter, the scoreboard read 81–114. Shutoku hadn't scored a single point in that stretch, completely locked down by Aomine's relentless defense.

On offense, he was like a runaway stallion, unstoppable even when faced with double and triple teams.

When the final buzzer sounded, the scoreboard froze at 99–126. Tōō Academy had secured the victory.

The battle between Generation of Miracles aces had ended with Aomine's absolute dominance.

The stadium erupted with thunderous cheers and applause, waves of excitement crashing through the crowd.

Standing on the court, sweat dripping down his face, Aomine wore a satisfied smirk.

"Midorima, you put up a fight... but the only one who can beat me is me." His voice was filled with exhilaration—he had truly enjoyed this game.

Midorima adjusted his glasses with his usual stubborn pride. "You won this time. But next time, I won't hold back."

With that, he turned and walked toward the locker room with his team.

Aomine let out a hearty laugh before following his own squad off the court.

...

"As expected, Aomine was just too much. Shutoku still couldn't pull it off" Kise sighed, watching Midorima's retreating figure. But then again, if Aomine were that easy to take down, he wouldn't be Aomine.

Kuroko and Kagami exchanged glances, nodding in agreement.

"Well, that's it for today. I'm heading out" Kise said, waving before making his way out of the arena.

Kuroko and Kagami followed suit, leaving together.

Watching from the stands Moyun clenched his fists. "The Generation of Miracles… Their level is insane."

But rather than discouragement, he felt an even stronger urge to challenge them.

After all, he had joined the basketball team for this very reason—to compete against the best. His dream was to stand on the national stage and battle these prodigies. The mere thought of it sent a surge of excitement through his veins.

Shiro seemed to read his thoughts. "Don't worry, we're almost there. We've finished the qualifiers—all that's left is waiting for the other teams to secure their spots. The Interhigh is coming up fast. Focus on mastering our team's strategies and keep training hard."

Moyun nodded, determination burning in his eyes. He knew he had to push himself harder than ever to stand a chance against them.

As the group stood up and left the gym, the intensity of their resolve was palpable.

...

Swish!

From beyond the arc, Moyun's shot carved a perfect arc through the air before splashing cleanly into the net.

The crowd erupted into cheers and gasps of admiration, their voices crashing like waves.

"That was insane!"

"Isn't that the rookie from Fukui High? His three-point shooting is crazy!"

Fans whispered excitedly among themselves, their eyes locked on him in admiration.

Moyun's shooting form was picture-perfect, his release smooth and natural—every shot felt like a work of art. Each three-pointer was like a dagger to the opponent's heart, piling on relentless pressure.

Meanwhile, a group of girls in the stands couldn't take their eyes off him. Beyond his incredible talent, his striking looks — sharp features, deep eyes that gleamed like stars, and effortlessly tousled hair — made him even more captivating.

Some blushed, their hearts fluttering as they watched him play.

Today marked the Round of 32 in the Interhigh. The atmosphere inside the arena was electric, with fans buzzing in anticipation.

Shiro wasted no time making his presence felt. Right from the first quarter, he dominated, carving through defenses with ease, draining shots with surgical precision.

By the end of the first quarter, the scoreboard displayed a 47–5 blowout.

Shiro's sheer dominance had left the opposing team utterly demoralized.

Their offense was nonexistent—outside of one lucky three-pointer and a single mistake from Fukui's center, they had barely managed to score at all.

Meanwhile, Shiro orchestrated a relentless assault, controlling the game effortlessly. His scoring, passing, and playmaking were on a different level, igniting his teammates and suffocating the competition.

Yet, despite Shiro's brilliance, the game itself was turning into a one-sided slaughter. It was clear—the opponents were far too weak for this stage.

Miyamoto, Fukui's coach, watched from the sidelines. He knew there was no suspense left in the match. The outcome was already decided.

Wanting to avoid embarrassing the opposing team any further, he made a decision.

"Shiro, come take a break. No need to crush them too badly" Miyamoto grinned, signaling him to the bench.

Shiro nodded, stepping off the court.

Just then, Momoi approached him, holding up her phone with a playful smile.

"Shiro, our next opponent has been decided."

He glanced at the screen, his lips curling into a smirk.

"Shutoku, huh?"

He had expected as much. Among all the teams at Interhigh, Shutoku would be the first to stand in Fukui High's path toward facing the Generation of Miracles.

As the news spread among his teammates, their excitement skyrocketed.

They had been waiting for this moment — a chance to prove themselves against one of the legendary teams.

Shiro's gaze burned with anticipation.

He hadn't yet faced any of the Generation of Miracles in an official match.

But that was about to change.

The final buzzer sounded.

133:51. Fukui High secured a commanding victory.

Their path to the interhigh title had only just begun.