The basketball club was as quiet as if there were no living creatures.
After Yuuto's speech, which was like releasing a large-range AOE, everyone fell silent.
Ota's face turned from green to white, then from white to red, his face taut.
This damn pressure monster actually belittled him as worthless, even though he had just praised him as the team's hope earlier.
But...
"Why do I feel that what he said makes sense?"
"Am I really a good-for-nothing waste?"
Ota began to doubt himself.
Yuuto took the opportunity to reach out his hand, saying to him in a Whitebeard-style pose, "Come play basketball, Ota!"
I...
Holy crap!
In the end.
Ota stayed for extra practice, abandoning his girlfriend.
Well, not exactly abandoning, because after hearing Yuuto's closing statement, his girlfriend was too embarrassed to pull Ota out for a date.
On the contrary.
She pretended to be generous and cheered for Ota before leaving the basketball club.
Only the next day, a rumor that there was a born pressure monster in the Homi Academy basketball club spread like wildfire.
....
"Playing so terribly, why not work hard?"
"Actually thinking of going on a date, I really don't know how he has the nerve to say playing basketball is his dream."
Yuuto returned home, still not quite understanding in his heart.
If not for the family having no money to transfer schools, or the fact that for Teiko, any school makes no difference, Yuuto would have damn well taken his talents elsewhere long ago.
Sora knew his personality long ago. She didn't feel sad for Yuuto at all; instead, she felt the others in the basketball club were pitiful.
Haruka advised from the side, "You are too serious, Yuuto. Occasionally you can relax yourself too."
He spoke in the tone of an older brother, pretending to be very mature, but Yuuto didn't give him any face.
"It's precisely because you always relax yourself that you haven't achieved anything until now."
"Relax this time, relax next time, and in the end, you will find that you can no longer tense up."
"I..."
Haruka almost broke defense (lost composure).
That's how it is.
In this home now, both Yuuto and Sora are geniuses.
Yuuto goes without saying; he helped the Homi basketball club make history by getting into the National Tournament last year and is one of the celebrities of the basketball club and school.
And Sora.
An out-and-out top student. Even if she frequently misses school, she still gets 100 points on exams casually.
Only Haruka...
He isn't bad actually, somewhere between Sora and Yuuto. Studies are okay but not a top student; athletic ability is okay but doesn't reach Yuuto's level.
Revealing mediocrity everywhere, neither up nor down.
"Yuuto, you aren't allowed to say that about Haruka!" Sora spoke up for her twin brother. "Without Haruka, who would do the housework at home!"
So I can only do housework...
The expectation Haruka had finally managed to raise instantly disappeared.
With such outstanding younger siblings, the pressure of being the older brother is really huge.
However, he is always full of tolerance for his family. Even if he almost broke defense, he chose to forgive.
"Tch, if you are angry, say it. Don't always pose as the older brother. Sora is one thing, but don't treat me like a child."
"Idiot Yuuto, what did you say!"
Sora smashed a bunny over. Yuuto waved his hand and slapped it away directly.
Sora hurriedly went to pick it back up, turned around, and chased Yuuto to hit him again.
"But I can't get angry at you guys."
Haruka looked at his frolicking younger siblings and smiled.
Anime protagonists from the 2000s are like this; the "yasashi" (gentle) type protagonists were very popular.
After playing for a while.
Yuuto went out with the somewhat old basketball.
Sora wanted to go out with him.
"Next time. There are many mosquitoes outside. Just wait for me at home."
After speaking.
Not giving Sora a chance, Yuuto closed the door directly and left.
Still that familiar court.
Since coming to Okukozome, he had been practicing here until he "retired" last year.
After an unknown amount of time, Yuuto had broken a sweat, his clothes sticking to his back.
Then.
A scream suddenly came from not far away, "Let go of me quickly, or I'll call for help!"
"Call for help? Go ahead and call. The louder you call, the more excited I get."
Three delinquents with traffic-light-colored hair laughed presumptuously, approaching Sora in a triangular formation.
Sora was shocked and angry, finally deciding to use her ultimate move, "YUUTO!!!"
"No need to shout, I saw it."
"Idiot, didn't I tell you to stay at home? You're clearly a shut-in!"
Yuuto had arrived.
He was helpless. Clearly he had refused, but what happened in the simulation still happened.
Seeing him, Sora immediately stopped being afraid.
And Yuuto immediately clenched his fists and rushed up to smash the "traffic lights."
About twenty minutes later.
Yuuto was carrying Sora, who had sprained her ankle, walking towards home.
"Yuuto..."
"No need to apologize to me. You didn't cause me trouble either. I usually fight guys much tougher than these three."
half of Yuuto's face was swollen, but his words were still as arrogant.
"As for you, didn't I tell you to stay home? Why did you run out by yourself?"
"You wouldn't let me follow, so I sneaked out by myself."
"Is that the point?"
"What else?"
Sora was righteous.
Best if you let me follow. If not, I'll follow secretly.
Trying to make me stay at home? No way.
"This willful stinky girl." Yuuto secretly rolled his eyes before saying, "I told you there are many mosquitoes outside. Why did you insist on following me out?"
"Because I haven't seen Yuuto play ball for a long time."
"Just for that?"
"Mhm, just for that!"
"Are you an idiot?"
"Sora isn't an idiot, Yuuto is the idiot! Sora gets 100 points on every exam, Yuuto gets 0 points on every exam!"
"Merely a shut-in..."
Talking, arguing, walking, the night passed just like that.
...
The next day.
Yuuto urged (pressured) his teammates daily.
The style of the Homi basketball club instantly regressed to a year ago.
The geezer coach looked at the majority of members who dared to be angry but dared not speak out, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
Being young is good!
Really damn good!
Although difficult, Yuuto's "urging" was indeed very effective.
Under constant extra practice, their new tactic quickly formed combat power.
As the National Tournament approached, the geezer coach also found two warm-up opponents for the team.
In two games, Homi Academy won against opponents by more than twenty points on average relying on the brand-new tactic.
Now even the members had no complaints.
They were visibly stronger than last year.
They were even willing to face Yuuto, the pressure monster, with smiles.
"That's strange. How can this bunch of trash still smile?"
"Could it be that the training intensity isn't enough?"
Yuuto frowned, turning his head to say to Sakurai Ryō, "Mushroom Head, increasing extra practice to 150 three-pointers is no problem, right?"
"Huh?!" Sakurai Ryō froze immediately.
Yuuto's 150 three-pointers isn't as simple as shooting 150; only made shots count.
"I... I understand!"