NBA Skills: Dominating Kuroko no Basket

Shiro stood across from Haizak, his gaze filled with disdain and scorn. With a slight smirk, he taunted, "Five points—I'll let you start. Otherwise, you might not even get a chance to touch the ball."

Hearing this, Haizaki's expression darkened, and with a cold sneer, he muttered, "How cocky" He forced down his anger, chuckling grimly, "Fine, but don't start crying when you lose."

Haizaki grabbed the ball and went to the top of the arc, motioning for Shiro to come at him with a taunting gesture. The surrounding crowd gathered, eager to watch Shiro put Haizaki in his place.

With no change in expression, Shiro stared down Haizaki, though a burning intensity simmered beneath the surface. The crowd cast a knowing glance at Momoi, sensing something was brewing.

Momoi noticed the glances and felt a blush rising to her cheeks, her eyes anxious as she watched Shiro closely. "Shiro…" she whispered softly, her tone laced with worry.

At this moment, Haizaki and Shiro began a quick ball exchange. Haizaki tightened his grip, assuming a standard triple-threat position, crouched low with eyes locked on Shiro's every move.

To Shiro, Haizaki's stance was full of openings.

Without hesitation, Haizaki dribbled and lunged forward, attempting to attack, but Shiro saw it coming. With sharp defensive instincts and speed, he swiped at the ball, knocking it cleanly out of bounds.

Haizaki stared in shock, his eyes wide as he looked at Shiro's impassive face. His own expression twisted with frustration, Shiro hadn't taken him seriously at all.

The crowd showed little surprise, they were already used to Shiro's skill.

"With skills like that, maybe you should go home and practice more" Shiro taunted coolly, his face as stoic as ever.

"Ha, try scoring before getting so cocky!" Haizaki sneered, masking his frustration. He refused to believe Shiro was anything special. Among their peers, he'd never lost to anyone.

Shiro didn't respond, taking the ball and starting another possession.

Shiro took the ball, quickly moving right and slipping past Haizaki. Haizaki managed to keep up and cut off Shiro's route.

Without breaking his calm, Shiro performed a quick behind-the-back dribble. Haizaki instantly adjusted, shifting in anticipation.

Then Shiro lifted the ball with his left hand and spun, slipping by Haizaki in a fluid motion to score an easy layup. Haizaki barely had time to react, Shiro's spin was too fast, leaving him frozen in place.

The crowd nodded in approval but then shook their heads. "Not bad, but he's nowhere near Shiro's level."

Nijimura shook his head too. He could see that Shiro hadn't even used half his strength.

"With that little skill, I thought he was better. Hope Shiro gives him a proper lesson!" Aomine said, disappointed.

"You get used to it, nobody has managed to beat Shiro yet" Midorima added, adjusting his glasses.

"Haizaki's decent," Akashi analyzed. "He'd beat the most people here. Shiro is just in another league."

"Is this ever going to end?" Murasakibara yawned. "Why's Shiro even bothering? Haizaki's got no chance."

Haizaki gritted his teeth, looking twisted and furious as he hissed, "It's just one point!"

Ignoring him, Shiro went back to the ball exchange, noticing that Haizaki now stood a bit further away, wary of his speed—yet he hadn't even gone full speed before.

"Letting your opponent take a shot—what a dumb move" Shiro smirked, releasing a swift shot that Haizaki couldn't even react to. The score now stood at 2-0.

Haizaki's eyes darkened further as Shiro scored once again.

"So, is this why you were so eager to challenge me?" Shiro asked, though he wasn't interested in Haizaki's response. He swiftly initiated another exchange.

Not holding back, Shiro pulled a double crossover, his moves so fast that Haizaki was left trailing. Shiro followed up with a perfect jump shot, Haizaki leaped to block, but Shiro had faked the shot.

Aomine's eyes widened as he marveled at Shiro's skill. Shiro had leveled up once again!

"Unreal—he even fooled us!" Akashi said, impressed by Shiro's deceptive moves.

With Haizaki out of position, Shiro broke through to the paint and ended with a powerful dunk, igniting cheers from the crowd.

The next few plays went similarly—Shiro effortlessly scored, his movements smooth and precise, as if everything was under his control.

"Go practice more" Shiro finally told Haizaki, his voice low but firm as he looked down on him.

Haizaki seemed so small, a mere obstacle. He stood there in disbelief, shocked and humiliated by his complete and utter defeat.