Chapter 150: Your Hair Looks Like It’s Been Chewed by a Dog
Rakuzan High School.
An empty classroom.
A red-haired boy sat alone at a desk, playing chess by himself.
Knock, knock, knock…
Suddenly, there was a knock on the classroom door.
“Come in.”
Click.
The door opened, and a gray-haired boy slowly walked inside.
Looking at the red-haired boy’s back, he spoke:
“Akashi, there’s news about the person you mentioned.”
Seijuro Akashi’s hand, hovering over a chess piece, froze for a brief moment.
After a pause, he placed the piece down and said,
“I understand.”
Chihiro, seeing this, quietly left the classroom.
Silence returned once more, broken only by the soft sound of chess pieces landing on the board.
As he continued playing, Seijuro Akashi murmured to himself,
“Miyamoto… let me see whether you’re the one holding the pieces, or merely a piece yourself.”
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Shūtoku High School.
Shintaro Midorima continued shooting without pause.
The basketball swished cleanly through the net again and again.
Kazunari Takao stood under the hoop, catching each ball as it dropped through the net and passing it back.
“Midorima, your accuracy’s already insane. Why do you still stick to daily shooting drills?”
Midorima caught the pass and paused for a moment, then quickly adjusted and released the ball.
After it went in, he spoke calmly,
“Takao, there is always someone stronger. Only by continuing to improve can I ensure my victory.”
Kazunari Takao spread his hands helplessly.
“Alright, alright. You’ve got a point.”
Step… step… step…
Masaaki Nakatani walked in slowly, his expression unusually grave.
Watching Midorima still shooting, he said,
“Midorima, stop for a moment.”
Midorima and Takao both turned, looking at their coach in confusion.
Midorima pushed up his glasses.
“What is it, Coach?”
Holding the latest report in his hand, Masaaki Nakatani said,
“According to the latest information, the match between Kirisaki Daiichi and Yōsen produced the most terrifying point difference in history.”
He paused, then continued in a heavy tone,
“223 to 0.”
Kazunari Takao and Shintaro Midorima’s pupils shrank instantly.
Takao couldn’t help blurting out,
“You’re kidding, right, Coach? 223 to 0? Yōsen didn’t score a single point?”
Masaaki Nakatani nodded solemnly.
Midorima’s expression grew severe.
“Coach, Kirisaki Daiichi… that’s Makoto Hanamiya’s team, isn’t it?”
Midorima remembered it clearly. Back in middle school, Makoto Hanamiya had instructed his teammates to knock him out of the game right from the start.
That time, Midorima hadn’t joined Miyamoto Tokima and the others in seeking revenge.
Because to him, revenge belonged on the court.
That was why he had kept track of Makoto Hanamiya’s movements.
What he learned had surprised him.
Makoto Hanamiya had abandoned injury-inducing basketball and had started playing proper, orthodox basketball instead.
Masaaki Nakatani nodded.
“Yes. Kirisaki Daiichi is indeed the school Makoto Hanamiya attends.”
Kazunari Takao was even more stunned.
223 to 0. Could a score difference like that really exist?
Even during the Teikō Middle School era, such a gap had never happened.
The most extreme result had been 200 to 0—but that was Teikō.
That was the fully powered Teikō starting five.
But Kirisaki Daiichi?
With just one of the [Uncrowned Kings], Makoto Hanamiya, how could they possibly produce such a score?
Midorima frowned deeply. He couldn’t understand it either.
As far as he knew, none of the Generation of Miracles had gone to Kirisaki Daiichi… unless—
Something suddenly clicked. Midorima immediately asked,
“Coach! Doesn’t Kirisaki Daiichi have someone known as the [Magic Cube]?”
Masaaki Nakatani nodded.
“Yes. The [Magic Cube] did join Kirisaki Daiichi. And he also brought your middle school captain, Shuzo Nijimura, with him.”
Midorima was shocked.
Not only Miyamoto… even Senior Nijimura had joined?
Forcing himself to calm down, Midorima spoke seriously,
“Coach, we need to start analyzing Kirisaki Daiichi immediately. He’ll be our biggest opponent in the tournament.”
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Elsewhere.
After finishing a meal with the Kirisaki Daiichi members, Miyamoto Tokima returned home together with Satsuki Momoi.
After returning to Japan, Satsuki Momoi stayed at Miyamoto Tokima’s house since she was enrolled at Kirisaki Daiichi.
Don’t get the wrong idea—illegal.
The next day.
When Miyamoto Tokima and Satsuki Momoi arrived outside the school gates, they spotted two familiar figures.
Satsuki Momoi looked at them curiously.
“Tokima, aren’t those Aomine and Murasakibara?”
Miyamoto Tokima smiled and nodded.
“Yeah.”
“Tokima!”
Daiki Aomine suddenly rushed forward, clearly aiming to give Miyamoto Tokima a huge hug.
But he was immediately yanked back.
Atsushi Murasakibara flung Aomine behind him and charged forward himself.
“Tokima!”
Murasakibara scooped Miyamoto Tokima up effortlessly, grinning like a child.
After being tossed aside, Aomine steadied himself and snapped,
“Murasakibara! What the hell are you doing?!”
But Murasakibara didn’t even spare him a glance.
Daiki Aomine? No idea who that is.
He only knew his Tokima.
Satsuki Momoi covered her mouth and laughed quietly to herself.
‘Murasakibara really hasn’t changed at all.’
Miyamoto Tokima felt a bit uncomfortable being held like that.
Two grown men hugging outside the school gates—it was way too easy for people to get the wrong idea.
Sure enough, students about to enter the school were already casting curious looks their way.
Some were even whispering to their friends.
Seeing this, Miyamoto Tokima quickly said,
“Atsushi, put me down first.”
Murasakibara obediently let go.
“Aomine? Murasakibara?”
A voice suddenly called out nearby.
Murasakibara turned his head in confusion. After getting a clear look at the speaker, he frowned.
“Who are you?”
Shogo Haizaki froze, his expression twisting into something ugly.
He hadn’t expected Murasakibara to have completely forgotten him.
He turned to look at Aomine, wanting to see his reaction.
Aomine recognized him and said flatly,
“Haizaki. What are you doing here?”
Murasakibara tilted his head blankly.
“He’s Haizaki? Doesn’t really look like him. His hair looks like it’s been chewed by a dog.”
Black lines instantly appeared over Haizaki’s head.
Damn it—your hair’s the one that looks like it was chewed by a dog!
Just then, another voice sounded from the side.
“Yo, Aomine, Murasakibara. What a coincidence.”
Murasakibara and Aomine turned at the same time.
When they saw who it was, both shouted in unison,
“Senior Nijimura!”
Shuzo Nijimura smiled faintly.
“Long time no see, you two.”
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