NBA Skills: Dominating Kuroko no Basket

""Relax, guys! Those guys across the court are nothing to worry about. I'll take care of them soon and show you how it's done. We can't let them think we're pushovers!"

Shiro spoke confidently, his determined gaze sweeping over his teammates. At his words, the earlier tension began to ease, and trust began to replace nervous glances.

Over the past few months, Shiro had already shown himself to be the best player on the team, and his words carried weight.

On the other side, Aoba's center, glaring at the towering presence of Murasakibara, sneered internally. "Tch, just some cocky first-year punk. Watch me crush him like nothing!"

As both teams got into position, the referee tossed the basketball high into the air for the tip-off.

Aoba's center sprang upward like a coiled spring, determined to make an impression and give Murasakibara a taste of his strength.

But before the ball could even reach its peak, a massive shadow soared into the air—Murasakibara, his jump seemingly effortless, yet overwhelmingly dominant.

In the blink of an eye, the giant figure loomed over Aoba's center like a mountain bearing down on a pebble.

"What the hell?! What kind of monster jumps like that?!" Aoba's center paled, terror flashing in his eyes as Murasakibara's athletic prowess overwhelmed him.

However, Murasakibara jumped too early, and the referee called a jump ball violation.

"No way! How can anyone even jump that high?!"

"He's not just tall—his hops are insane!"

The crowd erupted in disbelief, gasping at the display.

Aoba's center stood in a daze, struggling to process how a first-year had utterly dominated him. It was a humiliating blow to his pride.

"Hey, don't get discouraged! It's just a little vertical jump—doesn't mean he's better than you! Let's focus and start our offense!" Aoba's point guard patted the center's shoulder, trying to lift his spirits.

The center managed a weak smile, but doubt gnawed at him as he jogged back toward the paint, his steps heavy.

"No big deal, just a rookie with hops. I'll show him real skills under the basket. Time to remind him that experience beats talent!"

Determined, the center planted himself in the low post, ready for the inbound play. Aoba's point guard set things in motion, calling for a pick-and-roll.

The small forward, confident and dismissive of Shiro's defense, cut toward the top of the arc. "Give me the ball. I'll show this first-year who's boss"

Receiving the pass, the small forward sneered. "Kid, better sit down before you embarrass yourself. Tell Nijimura to guard me instead"

Without hesitation, the forward drove hard to the left, hoping to blow past Shiro with speed. But Shiro read the move easily, sliding over to intercept the ball.

Bam!

The ball popped free from the small forward's grip, and Shiro was off like a bullet, sprinting toward the opposite basket.

Aoba's point guard scrambled to chase him down, but Shiro's acceleration was too much—he flew past like a streak of lightning.

Launching himself into the air, Shiro twisted mid-flight, his windmill dunk slamming the ball through the hoop with authority.

Score: 2–0.

The crowd exploded in cheers, jaws dropping at the sight.

"He really just did a windmill dunk?! And he's a first-year?!"

"Is this guy even human?!"

Shiro landed gracefully, casting a smirk toward the small forward. "Aoba's ace? My grandma's handles are better than yours."

The small forward clenched his fists, fury burning in his eyes. "I was just being careless! Give me the ball again—this time I'll destroy him!"

Though the point guard hesitated, he eventually passed the ball to the forward again. This time, the forward stayed quiet, determined to redeem himself through action.

He squared up against Shiro, dribbling in triple-threat position. But Shiro stood firm, completely unfazed.

"Just wait. You'll see my shot is too fast for you to block!"

With that, the forward sprang into a quick jump shot. But Shiro anticipated it perfectly, rising up and swatting the ball with a resounding smack.

The loose ball was immediately scooped up by Akashi, who darted down the court.

Aomine sprinted ahead, raising a hand as he dashed toward the basket. Akashi understood instantly and lobbed a perfect alley-oop pass.

In mid-air, Aomine caught the ball with ease, soaring like an eagle, and slammed it home with a thunderous dunk.

Score: 4–0.

Aoba's players struggled to keep up with the relentless pace, and frustration began to build. When the center asked for the ball again, the point guard hesitated but relented, hoping the center could teach Murasakibara a lesson.

Determined to prove himself, the center tried to back Murasakibara down in the post.

Thud! Muscles collided, but Murasakibara didn't budge an inch.

"How is he this strong?!"

Gritting his teeth, the center faked a shot and spun to his right, hoping to trick Murasakibara into jumping.

But just as the center released the ball, Murasakibara reacted with lightning speed, blocking the shot with another devastating swat.

The crowd roared as Murasakibara stood tall, glaring down at the fallen center. "Careful, or I might crush you next time."

The center sat on the floor, stunned and speechless.

Meanwhile, Shiro scooped up the ball and scanned the court. Spotting Midorima far beyond the three-point line, he fired a laser pass straight to him.

Midorima caught the ball with perfect form. "Today's horoscope, Cancer ranked number one. Lucky item: a plush toy. No way I miss this shot"

With unshakable confidence, Midorima launched his signature high-arching three-pointer.

"From that far?! No way it goes in!" Aoba's shooting guard shouted in disbelief.

The crowd echoed the sentiment, stunned by the audacity of the shot. But Shiro and his teammates were already running back on defense, knowing Midorima's accuracy was undeniable.

The ball sailed through the air, a beautiful arc that ended with a swish—nothing but net.

Score: 7–0.

The crowd erupted, stunned by the flawless teamwork.

Throughout the game, Shiro, Akashi, Aomine, Murasakibara, and Midorima continued their display of dominance, each player performing at the peak of their abilities.

The final score? 105–54. Teiko Junior School had claimed an overwhelming victory.

On the sidelines, Aoba's coach shook his head in frustration. "Damn it! How did they manage to find five players this talented? It's just not fair…"

With such a powerhouse lineup, Teiko was truly in a league of its own.