Aomine Daiki Template in Slam Dunk

Offense and defense switched.

The blocked ball landed in Akagi Takenori's hands.

Aoi Kunisaku signaled for the ball right away.

Akagi Takenori hesitated for a moment but still passed it over.

The moment Aoi Kunisaku caught it, he dashed forward without any prep.

"Tch…"

Sendoh saw that and instantly chased after him.

But after a short sprint, he realized he couldn't catch up.

"No way… Sendoh can't catch him?" Ikegami Ryoji said, stunned.

"Kid, don't think you can score that easy." Uozumi Jun braced himself under the rim, ready to defend.

"Don't get cocky, first-year." Hiroaki Koshino blocked Aoi Kunisaku's path, lining up next to Uozumi side by side.

Just as Aoi Kunisaku entered Ryonan's paint, he suddenly braked and jumped up with the ball.

At the same time, Uozumi and Hiroaki Koshino jumped too, arms wide to block the shot.

Blocked!

Ryonan's bench exhaled in relief.

But just as they were about to cheer, something felt off.

That was…

Sendoh's pupils shrank.

Taoka Moichi shot up from his seat and shouted, "A fadeaway jumper?!"

On Shohoku's side—

Ayako gasped, "This guy pulled off a sudden stop and fadeaway at that speed?"

"Hoh hoh hoh hoh…"

Coach Anzai chuckled softly.

His old eyes sparkled with appreciation. "Incredible talent. I've never seen such natural agility in a player before."

Kogure Kiminobu said excitedly, "Yeah, I didn't think he'd be that fast. Even Sendoh couldn't keep up."

"No," Coach Anzai corrected, "I meant agility, not just speed."

Ayako asked curiously, "Coach, what do you mean by agility?"

He explained, "Speed is more than just how fast you move. It includes how quickly you accelerate from stillness, and how quickly you can stop from full speed. That's agility. Aoi Kunisaku has the best I've ever seen."

Whoosh…

On court—

Aoi Kunisaku released the shot.

A hand flashed above his head but didn't touch the ball.

The ball soared over Uozumi and Koshino's fingertips, then dropped neatly through the hoop.

Swish…

The ball went in.

Shohoku 37 to 45 Ryonan.

Aoi Kunisaku landed and glanced back at Sendoh.

Heh…

He gave a faint, non-taunting smirk, then jogged back on defense.

"Damn it!" Hiroaki Koshino clenched his jaw, staring at Aoi Kunisaku's back.

Uozumi was fuming too.

The two of them still couldn't stop him.

Sendoh wiped his forehead and sighed. "Not good…"

The fact he couldn't catch up earlier said it all.

He had been chasing an on-ball Aoi Kunisaku… and still fell behind.

Taoka Moichi noticed this too.

His leg bounced non-stop.

It was clear he was unsettled.

And the next few plays confirmed his fears.

Ryonan's offense kept hitting a wall.

No matter where they passed the ball, Aoi Kunisaku would suddenly show up and block the final shot.

Shohoku got possession again.

As expected, the ball went back to Aoi Kunisaku.

This time, only Uozumi was under the basket.

He scowled, pushing off the ground with all his might.

This was the highest he'd ever jumped.

His outstretched arms fully blocked the shooting path.

"Nice, Uozumi!" Taoka Moichi shouted, thrilled.

But the next second, his eyes widened.

Aoi Kunisaku's body kept leaning back.

He was nearly horizontal with the court.

"What…?"

Uozumi stared, stunned.

Even Sendoh gawked, eyes like he'd seen an alien.

Aida Hikoichi pointed at Aoi Kunisaku, mouth trembling but saying nothing.

Everyone on Shohoku's bench wore similar shocked faces—except Shimizu Kanon.

Ayako covered her mouth, eyes wide.

Both Taoka Moichi and Coach Anzai stood up, eyes glued to Aoi Kunisaku.

Silence filled the gym.

No one dared breathe.

Then finally, Aoi Kunisaku released the ball.

It arced over Uozumi's fingers and swished into the net.

Swish…

The ball dropped cleanly.

Shohoku 39 to 45 Ryonan.

Boom—

The silence exploded into deafening cheers.

"Whoa! What was that?! That was insane!"

"I've never seen a shot like that!"

"So cool! So strong!"

…

Akagi Haruko waved her arms and jumped up and down, cheering. "That was amazing! He's incredible!"

As for Rukawa Kaede—

Who was that again?

Did such a person even exist?

Fujii blushed and exclaimed, "Yeah! Too bad he already has a girlfriend."

Matsui rolled his dead-fish eyes at them. "Two girls whose eyes only see men…"

…

Seconds ticked by.

The scale of victory gradually tipped toward Shohoku.

The Ryonan players were under heavy pressure.

And all of that pressure came from Aoi Kunisaku alone.

Because of it, they made several offensive mistakes.

Meanwhile, Shohoku kept scoring steadily.

Why? Because they couldn't stop Aoi Kunisaku's shots.

He basically handled all of Shohoku's offense by himself.

They couldn't stop his attacks, and they couldn't stop his shots.

Single defender? Didn't work.

Double team? Didn't work.

Even a triple team didn't work.

Aoi Kunisaku always found a way to create space and score.

Before anyone noticed, the score hit 60 to 50.

Shohoku had turned a 10-point deficit in the first half into a 10-point lead.

All thanks to Aoi Kunisaku.

Tweet—

Ryonan called for a timeout.

Taoka Moichi couldn't sit still anymore and signaled for a break.

Huff… Huff… Huff…

Ryonan's players panted hard, completely winded.

Taoka Moichi frowned deeper and deeper at the sight.

He never expected the match to go this way.

This was supposed to be his strongest year, the one where they'd finally make it to Nationals.

But Shohoku crushed that dream without mercy.

That guy—he was a monster.

Taoka looked toward Shohoku's bench, where Aoi Kunisaku still sat lazily like nothing happened, and he was at a total loss.

What now?

No one on Ryonan could stop that guy. Not even Sendoh.

He gritted his teeth and said, "You all can see how things are. No one expected this. But there's no time to complain. The game's not over yet, and there's still a chance to turn it around. Uozumi, Koshino—you two will double team their number 9. Do whatever you can to give Sendoh some space."

"Yes…" Uozumi and Hiroaki Koshino answered together.

Then Taoka turned to Sendoh. "Sendoh, it's all on you now. Everyone will try to hold back that number 9. You've got to handle Akagi and Rukawa by yourself."

In Taoka's eyes, Aoi Kunisaku was even more dangerous than Akagi Takenori and Rukawa Kaede combined.

Sendoh nodded. "Got it."

Tweet—

The whistle blew.

The match resumed.

Hahaha…

Ryonan had just stepped back onto the court when wild laughter rang out from Shohoku's side.

They looked up—and saw a red-haired player had joined Shohoku's lineup.

Sakuragi Hanamichi had been subbed in by Coach Anzai.

"Hahaha! It's finally my time to shine! You guys better not drag me down!" Sakuragi Hanamichi cackled loudly.

Smack—

Akagi Takenori hammered a fist onto his head. "Shut up! Don't drag us down."

Sakuragi Hanamichi clutched his head in shame and fury, cursing in his heart, "Damn gorilla…"

With Sakuragi on court, Taoka Moichi's strategy completely collapsed.

Sure, Sakuragi was useless on offense.

But on defense, he threw Ryonan into chaos.

Not because Ryonan lacked firepower—

But because both Uozumi and Hiroaki Koshino were tied up double-teaming Aoi Kunisaku.

Sendoh, already struggling against Akagi and Rukawa's defense, now had to deal with Sakuragi too.

He had no room left to breathe.

His scoring dropped sharply.

As time passed, the momentum kept shifting.

65 to 52.

74 to 54.

80 to 57.

…

The final 13 seconds.

The score was now 98 to 68.

Shohoku 98, Ryonan 68.

The game was as good as over.

Taoka Moichi had already given up inside.

But they still played it through to the end.

The last offensive chance went to Shohoku.

And the one taking it—Sakuragi Hanamichi.

This guy only cared about showboating and hogging the ball.

If he hadn't kept the ball so much, the lead might've been even bigger.

"Watch my genius Slam Dunk!" Sakuragi Hanamichi jumped up for a one-handed power dunk.

But he took off too early.

The ball smashed against the edge of the rim and bounced away.

Sakuragi flew forward without slowing down, his head smacking right into the backboard.

Bang!

He crashed to the floor.

None of Shohoku's players even tried chasing the ball.

"Seriously, this is why you guys suck!" Aoi Kunisaku appeared out of nowhere, snagged the ball in midair with one hand, and casually tossed it backward toward the hoop without even turning around.

Everyone stared, mouths hanging open.

The ball arced cleanly—

And swished straight into the basket.

Swish…

The ball went in.

Shohoku 100, Ryonan 68.

Tweet—

The whistle blew.

Game over.