A 5-on-5 scrimmage.
Ogawa Tetsuya was the starting center for the White Team, while the black, beefy big man started at center for the Black Team.
The opening tip
Against him.
"Beep!"
The game began.
Ogawa Tetsuya exploded off the ground in an instant, launching straight upward.
The ball was easily tapped back into his team's backcourt.
The black big man reacted a beat too late
when he jumped, he was a full two heads lower than Ogawa Tetsuya.
But the White Team's guard was a hot-headed rookie.
The moment he caught the ball, he charged straight into the paint.
A pure hero ball drive.
"Shit—this idiot's about to get blocked!"
Ogawa Tetsuya immediately sprinted in to follow.
"Bang!"
As expected
The guard's layup was swatted clean away by the opposing small forward, who stood around 6'8" (203 cm).
"Beep!"
Out of bounds.
White Team ball.
After the inbound, the ball went to the White Team's shooting guard—a skinny white kid. He dribbled twice and pulled up for a three without hesitation.
"Clang!"
The ball smashed off the back rim and shot straight up.
The black big man and their power forward both instinctively leapt for the rebound.
The ball came down
Just as it was about to be snatched by that massive black hand
A shadow descended from the sky.
Ogawa Tetsuya soared over both the opposing center and power forward, ripped the rebound away, and slammed it down with the force of a collapsing mountain.
"BOOM!"
A thunderous, bone-rattling putback dunk.
Ogawa Tetsuya hung on the rim with both hands, yanking it hard before finally letting go.
"Bzzzz!!!"
The rim snapped back violently, screeching as it vibrated.
Even the stanchion shook, as if one more dunk like that would tear the whole thing apart.
As for the opposing center and power forward
It was like they'd been hit by a truck.
Both were sent flying, crashing to the floor and rolling before finally stopping.
Ogawa Tetsuya turned around, looked down at the black big man sprawled on the court, and curled his finger at him in open contempt.
"Pretty pillow."
He let out a mocking snort, then immediately turned and sprinted back on defense.
"Fuck!"
The black big man cursed as he scrambled to his feet, inbounded the ball, and took off running.
First possession of the game
And he'd already been humiliated by that bastard.
He swore he'd get it back.
As the Black Team guard brought the ball up, the black big man planted himself in front of Ogawa Tetsuya.
Then he roared at his teammate, hand raised.
"Give me the damn ball! I'm going to crush this lucky piece of shit!"
Swish
Perhaps intimidated by the rage of the bear-like center, the guard instinctively bounced the ball inside.
"Kid, you caught me off guard earlier!"
"This time, I'm paying you back—hard!"
"I'll show you what real power looks like!"
"Go back to playing ping-pong—basketball belongs to us!"
The black big man kept spewing trash talk as he caught the ball.
Ogawa Tetsuya didn't respond.
He even deliberately took a step back, allowing the entry pass.
With his speed and wingspan, he could've easily stolen it during the pass—
But he chose not to.
This arrogant, prejudiced big man had a mouth just as filthy as Draymond Green's.
The black big man backed Ogawa Tetsuya down and suddenly exploded forward.
"Bang!"
The sound of muscle colliding echoed through the gym.
The first hard bump
Ogawa Tetsuya didn't move an inch.
"Bang!"
Second bump
Still nothing.
"Bang!"
On the third attempt, panic crept into the black big man's eyes.
He never imagined that the Japanese center defending him could be this strong.
Desperate to save face, he kept backing down.
No way in hell
The black big man poured everything he had into it.
"AAAAH!!!"
He roared and slammed backward with all his strength.
The next instant
Ogawa Tetsuya slid sharply to the right.
"Thud!"
Caught completely off guard, the black big man lost his balance and crashed flat onto his back.
Ogawa Tetsuya surged forward, scooped up the loose ball, and sprinted toward the basket.
Then
A smooth behind-the-back dribble blew past the opposing small forward.
He stormed inside the arc.
Facing the rotating power forward, Ogawa Tetsuya spun in place and glided past him with ease.
Under the basket
He detonated upward.
His head rose nearly level with the rim.
The arm gripping the ball extended above it.
"BOOM!"
Ogawa Tetsuya hammered it down one-handed and yanked the rim again.
"Bzzzz!!!"
The ear-piercing vibration of the rim echoed through the gym once more.
Simple.
Dominant.
Those two consecutive buckets perfectly embodied violent aesthetics.
On the very next possession
"Smack!"
Ogawa Tetsuya pinned the opposing small forward's layup hard against the backboard.
A vicious chase-down block.
Complete domination
On both ends of the floor.
Without realizing it, Magic Johnson, who had wandered over to the sideline, stood frozen—his eyes wide in disbelief.
"Unbelievable… seven feet tall, and that fast?"
"Oh my God—I absolutely love how explosive this Japanese kid is on both offense and defense!"
"Let me think… the last Lakers big man this destructive…"
"That was the unstoppable Big Diesel!"
"I need to call Rob and Jeanie—right now."
"This is a terrifying interior beast worth waiting for!"
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