NBA Skills: Dominating Kuroko no Basket

Kawamura was shocked—it was Shiro, fully unleashed in his animal instinct!

'He's so fast!' Kawamura could barely react before he heard a sharp "smack" as Shiro cleanly stole the ball. In a flash, Shiro launched into a fast break, darting toward the hoop like a cannonball.

Meanwhile, Aomine, positioned near the free-throw line, seemed to respond instinctively, disappearing from Nebuya's line of sight in an instant.

"Oh no, get back on defense!" Nebuya snapped out of his daze, realizing Aomine had disappeared, and he turned to sprint toward the backcourt.

The fastest to react from Rokko was Watanabe, who chased after Shiro with everything he had. Despite his efforts, the distance between them only widened.

'This guy is a monster!' Watanabe muttered, astounded by Shiro's speed in his animal instinct, which easily surpassed his own.

Just then, a figure darted past Watanabe like lightning. He turned to see that it was none other than Aomine!

In an instant, Aomine blazed past Watanabe.

'You've got to be kidding me—another one?!' Watanabe could only roll his eyes, feeling like both players were inhuman.

Shiro, sensing someone closing in, threw the ball towards the backboard as soon as he entered the paint.

The ball rebounded perfectly into Aomine's hands, who jumped high within the paint, caught the rebound seamlessly, and threw down a thunderous dunk with full force!

With a loud BANG! the rim shook violently, as if it might break from the impact.

After this thunderous dunk, Aomine dropped from the rim and lightly fist-bumped Shiro before they both returned to defense, expressionless, as if they hadn't just pulled off an electrifying play.

The score shifted to 41:40. Teiko, thanks to the perfect chemistry between Shiro and Aomine, had closed the gap to just one point!

"This is looking tough, Kawamura!" Mibuchi called as he saw him dribbling near the three-point line, motioning for the pass.

Without hesitation, Kawamura passed to him and moved to clear space for Mibuchi.

With the ball in hand, Mibuchi found himself in an open space, and Midorima grew tense as if preparing for a big challenge.

After all, in the first quarter, Midorima hadn't been able to defend a single one of Mibuchi's shots, even though Mibuchi also hadn't stopped Midorima from scoring.

"Guess what my next move will be, little brother" Mibuchi said with a relaxed smile, watching Midorima Shintaro's every defensive motion.

The way Mibuchi addressed him made Midorima's eye twitch slightly, though he didn't respond. While it was true that Mibuchi was older, it was only by a year—yet here he was, calling him "little brother"

Mibuchi noticed Midorima's front right foot and took a testing step to the right, before bursting forward on the left.

Without Shiro's athleticism and defensive instinct, Midorima was slightly thrown off by the fake, slowing his reaction time and forcing him to guard closely.

Seeing Midorima close in, Mibuchi pulled off a smooth step-back move, creating just enough space to fall behind the three-point line and set up for his shot.

Midorima wasn't about to back down. Leveraging his height advantage, he leaped up, determined to block Mibuchi's shot.

But Mibuchi paused mid-shot, leaving Midorima hanging in the air. Recognizing the feint, Midorima thought, 'Oh no, he's going for his Earth Shot again!' Yet he had already lost control mid-air and could only brace himself as he collided with Mibuchi.

"Haha, nice defense, but you fell for it way too easily!" Mibuchi smirked, his trap perfectly executed, drawing Midorima's foul. The fear of Mibuchi's shooting was so great that defenders often faced a dilemma: react too quickly, and they'd fall for his fakes, but loosen up, and he'd score easily.

With flawless timing, Mibuchi launched his shot. The ball arched gracefully through the air, slipping through the net with a clean swish. The crowd erupted in cheers for Mibuchi's brilliant play.

Beep!

The whistle blew as the ball dropped through the hoop.

"Teiko's No. 7, Shintaro Midorima, foul. One free throw"

Midorima now had two fouls.

The score climbed to 45:40, and Mibuchi had single-handedly earned four points.

Mibuchi coolly sank the free throw and turned with a taunting grin, "Midorima, my little brother, better level up soon! Haha!" He ignored the murderous glare Midorima shot at his back as he jogged back on defense.

Midorima's mouth twitched, dark lines forming on his forehead as he glared at Mibuchi's back. He thought to himself, 'This bastard... I'll teach him a lesson later!'

Teiko regained possession, and Shiro swiftly set a screen for Akashi, disrupting the defense. In no time, Shiro matched up against Kawamura.

Kawamura, aware of Shiro's offensive prowess, stayed alert, fully intent on blocking him. He glued himself to Shiro, his eyes unblinking.

Yet in his animal instinct, Shiro shredded through Kawamura's defense like it was nothing. A single crossover and Kawamura was left trailing as Shiro drove inside three-point line.

Seeing this, Mibuchi didn't hesitate, abandoning his defense on Midorima to rush toward Shiro.

But Shiro, anticipating Mibuchi's movement, executed a Magic: No-look pass, hurling the ball behind his back. Like a guided missile, it landed perfectly in Midorima's hands, taking everyone by surprise.

With no one in his path, Midorima shot immediately.

The ball soared in a flawless arc toward the hoop, finding the net without even touching the rim.

The score now stood at 45:43.