[Kuroko's Basketball] Our age

"Hey~~~"

Several boys showed undisguised disappointment, and I couldn't help but twitch the corners of my mouth, imagining what would happen if Momoi was here... No, it's more important to observe the opponent carefully now.

Sato as a defender, Kido as a defender, Nakao as a center, Kawata as a forward... Only Inoue seems to have not seen it in the previous game.

"Is this the first time Inoue-kun is playing?"

Meeting my gaze, Inoue immediately blushed and clenched his fists: "How... how could you be nervous, me, me, you...you Teiko... definitely want to win...uh..."

He suddenly covered his mouth: "I bit my tongue TAT"

So, you must be nervous.

"Ahahaha, relax, Inoue, it's okay, it's okay."

Sato patted Inoue on the shoulder, and smiled at me again: "I'm sorry, Shiraishi-san, our newcomer is still a little nervous, but he is very strong."

"But he looks very nervous, senior. Diguang is not considered a weakling. Does he have to let newcomers come up to participate in this kind of competition?"

"Yeah~~ There's nothing I can do about it, I just want him to get rid of his nervousness as soon as possible."

Sato scratched his hair, glanced at Sato who was being comforted by seniors from the same school, and smiled embarrassedly: "Besides, we have great hopes for that child, and there are some things we want to convey, so don't let him If you play a game well, you can’t convey it.”

"What do you want to convey...?"

Staring at this captain, I couldn't help but think of our captain. Although the two have completely different personalities and ways of doing things, they still stand in the middle of the team, surrounded and trusted by teammates.

Our captain arranged the game and said nothing, so, does he have something to say?

I have no way of knowing the answer, but a voice in my subconscious tells me that after this game, everything will be revealed.

28 able to solve

Since the qualifiers for the All-China League, I have sat on the bench outside the field countless times, staring at the changes on the field with my heart hanging every time. Although the experience is constantly increasing, the sense of tension has never changed.

On a row of benches opposite, the players of Uesaki had already changed into their team uniforms and were surrounding their coach to listen to the explanation.Looking away, teenagers wearing white jerseys with the Teiko logo on them gathered around the bench, and Director Kondo, who was holding a recording board in his hand, was gesticulating while spitting.Looking at the other side, where the auditorium was, Akashi stood there alone, proud as a king.

Apart from pushing Heizi to us, he never interfered with the game once.

I didn't have time to think about Akashi's purpose, but Supervisor Kondo's voice brought me back to reality.

"Judging from the opponent's previous game records, they usually have the No. 9 Kawada who is good at attacking as the core, and other people cooperate with him. But now that the captain is back, there is a newcomer who has not played before. In the first quarter, we must adopt a conservative attack. Method, mainly rely on Midorima's shooting for the time being, your offense must cooperate with him, try not to play singles. Momoi-san, please collect data during this time, is there no problem?"

"Yes, I will try my best."

"However, even if you adopt a conservative method, don't slow down the pace. You must force out the opponent's strength as soon as possible... Baishi, what do you think of the things you mentioned before?"

"... so short."

The supervisor's words seemed to be floating in another world, and my eyes were locked on the opposite side, surrounded by the boy wearing the No. 4 jersey in the center.

"Xiaobai, what are you talking about?"

"Uh...it's nothing." Suddenly returning to my senses, I shook my head, "I just think the captain of the opponent is so short."

Uesaki's captain, Sato, is 2 centimeters shorter than Akashi, and I was very concerned when I met him on the bus.Although there are generally no strict height requirements for point guards, this value, which is significantly lower than the average level, cannot but attract attention.

"This...although there are examples that can be cited, but if you don't observe carefully right now, you can't draw a conclusion."

Momoi smiled wryly: "Right now, all we can do is trust everyone."

"Hmm." I nodded.

Having stood together on the field so many times, we have already formed a tacit understanding. As long as the whistle of the game is blown, all we have to do is to hand over the game to them.

My gaze fell on Kuroko involuntarily. Compared with the four people around him, he seemed too thin. Will this person entrusted by Akashi be trustworthy in the arena?

Game start.

Accustomed to seeing too many rampages on the court, the situation at the beginning of the first quarter was unexpectedly calm.Not only us, but the opponent's offensive rhythm is also deliberately slowed down. There are no wonderful pick-and-rolls or passes. Every ball is completed in a smooth pass and layup.

"It seems that the other party has the same purpose as us." Momoi stared at the situation on the court, thinking.

It is not surprising for any team to use the time of the first quarter to observe. The two sides are like beasts ready to go, dealing with each other step by step, but there is no guarantee that the opponent will not bite your neck in the next step.

So, who will tear this rift?

During the game, I deliberately paid attention to Heizi's situation. Although this thin and small boy was not disappointing, he obviously did not meet the expected situation. He was only performing basic passes, and what a point guard should do The active team organizes the attack, and it doesn't show in him.

The ball fell into the hands of Uesaki, red No. 14, defender Kido quickly passed the ball to No. 9 forward Kawada, and the latter was like a whirlwind, running, layup, 2 points, the ball returned to Teiko hands.

"Did Momoi-san see anything?"

"I always feel... some subtle sense of disobedience."

"Sense of violation?"

"Yes, look."

Following the direction Momoi pointed, my eyes focused on the boy in the red No. 4 jersey. That short figure was being guarded by Haizaki at this time. Sealed, he made two attempts to break through and was unsuccessful, and he immediately sent back.

It was a calm judgment, and the little attack time was not wasted. What is the problem?

"I always feel like he is deliberately suppressing something? Is it my illusion?"

Momoi's voice hesitated.

Illusion... No, Momoi, who has watched Aomine play basketball since he was a child, has extraordinary experience, and even without data analysis, he already has enough intuition to judge the situation.

"So, is there any new data?"

I asked hesitantly, and the pink-haired girl shook her head helplessly.

"The roles of Sato-kun and Inoue-kun are just to match the degree of offense. Now it seems that their offense is no different from what I saw in the All-China League video."

"That's right."

Sure enough, even I feel it.

I lowered my head and turned the pen habitually.

——Now, is there a need to speed up the pace?

"Wait, Haizaki!"

Supervisor Kondo yelled suddenly, which startled me, and I raised my eyes to see the situation on the field, and my palms broke out in cold sweat.

The rhythm has changed.

Haizaki, who got the ball, did not choose to pass the ball to Midorima on the outside. He scored with a more conservative and safe three-pointer. Instead, he lowered his body, switched the ball from his left hand to his right, and turned his left foot at an angle—a breakthrough!

Almost completely imitating Kawada's action before, the boy raised his hands after a dunk and roared fiercely.

"Don't dawdle and babble, let me start the game seriously!"

"Oh oh oh!"

The atmosphere on and off the court was heated up all of a sudden, and these teenagers who were tired of the lackluster games quickly picked up the tempo.The previously formulated tactics were completely ignored, and the teenagers played according to their own habits, with dizzyingly fast passes and unpredictable attacks, and the score was pulled apart at once.

"why is it like this……"

Momoi sighed softly, and following the sound, a feeling of not knowing whether it was good or bad spread.

The two sides confronted each other, and our side broke the situation first. With this rhythm, everyone's habits and dismissals will soon be seen through.But on the other hand, Uesaki will also adjust the offensive rhythm according to this, and the opponent's style of play will also be revealed.

So, is it good or bad?

On the scoreboard, the point difference will soon exceed double digits.The ball belongs to Uesaki again, and the ball is passed to Sato after a beautiful throw.

Haizaki, who was in charge of marking him, quickly blocked him, and the others followed quickly, and all of Sato's shots were immediately blocked.

——It’s still the same as before.

— Can you pass the ball?to whom?

——Is it Kawata, a forward with a strong offensive ability?Or is it a solid, stable but flexible center forward and mid tail?

——It is not impossible to pass the ball to the outside line. Kido's scoring ability is also quite impressive. Even if he cannot make a shot for a while after passing it to him, he can temporarily distract Teiko's defensive focus.

Standing in the opponent's position, I quickly made several possible analyzes and fixed my eyes on the field. The short boy No. 4 started to move.

Left, right, left... The eyes are constantly changing, and the steps under the feet are small, making people confused for a while.

Then, the boy's wrist slightly pressed down an arc.

"He wants to pass the ball!"

On the bench, someone yelled like that, and Haizaki obviously noticed it, and his body moved forward quickly.

——Wait, no!

Sato turned to the opposite direction to Haizaki's defense, and with a feint, unexpectedly... broke through.

"Breakthrough! It's a breakthrough!"

"Damn it, stop him!"

It's too late.

Sato, who broke through Haizaki's defense, went straight into the penalty area like an arrow off the string, and no one could stop him