Chapter 133: Airport Pickup
Miyamoto Tokima arrived at the team and informed everyone that they would soon be leaving.
Under the reluctant gazes of the group, he calmly arranged the follow-up matters.
“Just carry on as usual. Train when it’s time to train, play when it’s time to play. Nash will temporarily serve as captain. I want all of you to be clear about what you’re aiming for.”
After settling everything, Miyamoto Tokima took everyone out for a meal—considered their last gathering for quite some time.
...
Early the next morning, Miyamoto Tokima boarded his family’s private jet together with Satsuki Momoi and Shuzo Nijimura, preparing to return to Japan.
Sitting on the plane, Shuzo Nijimura looked out at the shrinking outline of the United States below and sighed with emotion.
“I can’t believe how fast time flies. Two years passed just like that.”
Miyamoto Tokima nodded.
Two years… or rather, fifteen years.
Miyamoto Tokima had already been in this world for fifteen years. He had fully accepted this life.
The people he loved were here, and those who loved him were here as well. Every day felt full, yet relaxed.
After more than a hundred chapters, Miyamoto Tokima once again opened his system panel.
Over the past few years, the panel had changed dramatically.
Host: Miyamoto Tokima
Age: 15
Height: 198
Weight: 99 kg
Wingspan: 218
First was his height. At just fifteen, Miyamoto Tokima had already reached 198 centimeters.
His wingspan had grown to a terrifying 218 centimeters—his static talent could only be described as explosive.
Miyamoto Tokima was well aware of how much his strength had changed over the years. To put it simply, his current self already possessed the ability to enter the NBA.
As he was thinking, Shuzo Nijimura suddenly spoke up.
“I wonder how those juniors are doing.”
Miyamoto Tokima smiled faintly.
“They’ve probably already taken a three-peat by now. I just don’t know whether they listened to my advice.”
“Advice?”
Shuzo Nijimura asked in confusion.
Miyamoto Tokima nodded.
“That’s right. Before I left, I gave each of them some advice.”
“Why?”
“Because I was afraid their vision was too narrow.”
Shuzo Nijimura didn’t quite understand.
Miyamoto Tokima didn’t rush him and continued calmly.
“Think about it carefully. If several generation-defining geniuses are on the same team, winning nonstop with no opponent able to restrain them…
If every game ends with them winning by dozens, or even hundreds of points, do you think their mentality would stay the same?”
Shuzo Nijimura thought for a moment before replying.
“Isn’t that just like us back then? When we played against other streetball teams, it was pretty much the same.”
Miyamoto Tokima shook his head.
“It’s different. Nash and the others know exactly what they want, and they understand how far they still are from the professional stage.
They can feel a mountain standing in front of them, and they can see that mountain clearly.
“But Akashi and the others are different. Their field of vision is too narrow. They can’t see that mountain at all.
And when someone’s vision becomes narrow, what do you think they’ll do?”
Shuzo Nijimura considered it.
“Become complacent?”
Miyamoto Tokima nodded.
“Exactly. They’ll settle for the status quo. They’ll think they’re already invincible, that no one can defeat them.
Then they’ll waste their talent and start drifting through their days.”
Shuzo Nijimura thought it over carefully and realized that it really was possible. Still, he raised a doubt.
“But Coach Shirogane shouldn’t let them turn out like that, right?”
Miyamoto Tokima continued calmly.
“What if Coach Shirogane fell ill?”
“Fell ill?!”
Miyamoto Tokima nodded.
In truth, before leaving Japan, Miyamoto Tokima had already considered helping Shirogane recover—but there was simply no way.
Illness was unpredictable. Even with the best medical equipment treating Shirogane, he still wouldn’t be able to manage the team during treatment.
That was precisely why Miyamoto Tokima had said those things.
A year ago, he had already received word from his subordinates—
Coach Shirogane had fallen ill.
The moment he learned of this, Miyamoto Tokima knew that the era when the Miracles began to darken, just like in the original story, had arrived.
But he didn’t intervene. He couldn’t be bothered—it was too troublesome.
He had long since decided that if the Miracle Era really did darken like in the original story, then he would personally beat some sense back into them.
But would things truly unfold exactly the same way as before?
...
“Well then, looks like we’ll have to properly discipline those brats after we get back,”
Shuzo Nijimura said with a grin.
Miyamoto Tokima shook his head and replied,
“Not necessarily. If they listened to my advice, then nothing will happen. If they didn’t…
then we’ll just beat them once.”
Shuzo Nijimura nodded.
“Alright, I’m with you.”
Miyamoto Tokima nodded as well.
“Good. By the way, how’s your father doing now?”
Shuzo Nijimura replied,
“He’s already settled down after returning home.”
It turned out that Shuzo Nijimura’s father had recovered from his illness a year ago and returned to Japan to start a new life.
Because of the debt he felt toward Miyamoto Tokima, Shuzo Nijimura chose to follow him.
His father didn’t stop him—on the contrary, he supported it wholeheartedly. After all, Miyamoto Tokima was his life-saving benefactor.
Hearing this, Miyamoto Tokima finally nodded.
“That’s good.”
“Mmm…”
Satsuki Momoi murmured softly in Miyamoto Tokima’s arms.
Miyamoto Tokima quickly raised a finger to his lips. After confirming she hadn’t woken up, he whispered,
“Let’s stop talking. Moon’s asleep.”
Shuzo Nijimura nodded, made a “sealed lips” gesture with his right hand, and soon drifted off to sleep as well.
...
The Miyamoto family’s private jet cut through the sky and slowly descended onto the prearranged airport.
Miyamoto Tokima led Satsuki Momoi and Shuzo Nijimura down from the plane.
As soon as they disembarked, Miyamoto Tokima spotted Hayashi—and beside him, a stranger.
The three walked up to Hayashi, and Miyamoto Tokima spoke first.
“Hayashi.”
Hayashi bowed respectfully.
“Welcome back, sir.”
Miyamoto Tokima’s gaze shifted to the person standing beside him.
The man had wildly unkempt black hair, sharp and shadowed eyes, and an unmistakably vicious air.
For a moment, Miyamoto Tokima couldn’t place him and asked,
“Hayashi, this is…?”
Shuzo Nijimura took a closer look at the man’s face and said uncertainly,
“Haizaki?”
Only then did Miyamoto Tokima react.
So this was damn Shogo Haizaki!
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