[You scored the buzzer-beater!]
[The audience boiled over. You completed a wonderful performance.]
[The moment the basketball entered the net and the referee blew the whistle, your teammates rushed onto the court.]
[You were surrounded by them.]
[At this moment, your heart was filled. You roared towards the audience.]
"Calculating this way, the simulated me has a slightly higher level than Hayama Kotarō."
Yuuto in the outside world nodded secretly.
First simulation.
He lost to the team Hayama Kotarō was on.
But in the second simulation, he won with a buzzer-beater.
The process was thrilling, but considering Homi Academy isn't a basketball powerhouse, the fact that he could lead Homi Academy to eliminate Hayama Kotarō's team...
Is enough to prove that his current strength should be above Hayama Kotarō.
[The game ended.]
[You showed your "gentlemanly demeanor." He actively went up to shake hands with Hayama Kotarō.]
[He helplessly extended his hand to shake yours.]
[Hayama Kotarō gave you advice: "For the next game, just treat it with a normal heart."]
[Why say that?]
[Because according to the schedule, Homi Academy's opponent in the Round of 16 is Teiko Middle School.]
[Nowadays, the name of the Generation of Miracles hasn't spread nationwide yet, but the power of those five geniuses has left a deep impression on people.]
[Hayama Kotarō warned you that many people who played against Teiko have left now.]
[Regarding this, you expressed nothing. You knew such things long ago.]
[You always felt that what set off the Generation of Miracles as unmatched was never their three-peat or statistical domination.]
[It was that after playing against the awakened them, many players gave up due to the huge gap in strength.]
[That was an unimaginable despair.]
"Playing Teiko in the Top 16?"
Yuuto rubbed his forehead.
If possible, he didn't want to face Teiko Middle School so early.
With their level capable of defeating Hayama Kotarō now, naturally, there is a chance to go further and obtain more simulation opportunities.
But the schedule didn't give him more chances.
[Just as you were preparing to leave the arena to prepare for the game against Teiko, you were found by Kuroko Tetsuya, who had been waiting for a long time.]
[You were startled, complaining about the other party's heaven-defying presence. Meeting him at night would definitely scare someone half to death.]
[Kuroko Tetsuya apologized to you with an apologetic face.]
[He looked listless. You knew this was because he had just "broken up" with Aomine Daiki not long ago.]
[The ability awakening of the Generation of Miracles was accompanied by troubles.]
[Lacking corresponding mental attributes plunged them into confusion. They were not yet "mature" enough to control the suddenly erupting talent.]
[Aomine Daiki felt no joy in basketball because he couldn't find an opponent. Akashi Seijuro was afraid of losing, dominated by the personality split from years ago...]
[What extravagant troubles.]
[Kuroko Tetsuya made a request to you: try to defeat Teiko.]
[You thought he was mocking you. Your favorability towards him dropped. You turned around and left directly.]
[You said a sentence to him, "Don't go asking others for help at the drop of a hat. If you want something, fight for it yourself. Guys who only stop in place waiting for good luck to favor them will achieve nothing."]
[Kuroko Tetsuya was stunned. He stared blankly at your back.]
[The next day, you gained a precious day of rest.]
[You watched Teiko's game tapes in the basketball club. All of you fell silent.]
[Doubling the score, shutting out, ending the game's suspense at halftime or even in a single quarter—this is this year's Teiko.]
[They are so strong that they are not in the same dimension as other teams.]
[In the TV, the Tokyo region commentator's voice reached your ears, "60 points! This is the 60th point Aomine Daiki scored in this game! The National Tournament single-game scoring record has been broken. He created a new record..."]
[Words like this appeared in many tapes.]
[Teiko of this year is always constantly breaking and creating new records.]
[You felt immense pressure.]
[Your teammates were ready to stop here. This is a battle impossible to win.]
[This time.]
[You didn't pressure them. Saying anything to them at this time is useless.]
[You knew long ago what kind of guys they were. They are satisfied with a Top 16 result.]
[Under such a premise, meeting Teiko, their surrender is also within your expectations.]
[Another day passed, and your game with Teiko began.]
[You stepped on the gas pedal to the floor, gave Kise Ryōta a subtle elbow, and broke into Teiko's paint to attack the rim.]
[The moment the basketball left your palm, Murasakibara Atsushi's tower-like body rose from the ground, swatting your layup away with one palm.]
[You clenched your fist unwillingly and looked up at the score.]
[It was already the end of the first quarter. You were trailing Teiko by 24 points, 4:28!]
[Transition offense and defense. Aomine Daiki faced you with the ball. He said, "Why look like you want to eat people? You can't win anyway."]
[You said nothing, a pair of eyes scraping towards him like knives. Aomine Daiki felt it was a bit interesting.]
[He started.]
[Heaven-defying speed meant that by the time you reacted, you were already half a body length behind. You hurriedly retreated, but the opponent took action simultaneously, going around to your other side in a way incomprehensible to ordinary people.]
[You were shaken off. You forced yourself to calm down. You coiled up without reservation.]
[Aomine Daiki scored two points.]
[30:4. You lost to Teiko by 26 points in a single quarter. Everyone on the bench was silent.]
[You didn't speak. The coach's words were treated as wind passing your ears. Only when the whistle blew did he take action, walking onto the court immediately.]
[You kicked off. You took the ball and continued to isolate Aomine Daiki.]
[You were defended by his unreasonable speed and common-sense-defying movements until it was hard to breathe.]
[That was a body balance and flexibility you couldn't understand, a perfect match for the streetball style.]
[You couldn't find space to shoot. Offensive time was running out. You jumped forward to draw a foul. The referee felt you were pitiful, and the whistle blew.]
[You got two free throw opportunities.]
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