Kuroko no Basket: The Supreme Genius of The Court

Akira started to shift his style of play, leaning into teamwork rather than forcing risky drives. He moved constantly, passing the ball quickly and reappearing in open spots to receive it again, keeping Kamata West from exploiting cheap fouls.

"Kenta!" Akira shouted, slipping free of his defender.

Kenta passed immediately, and Akira caught the ball in rhythm, faking a jump shot. His defender lunged forward, completely missing as Akira sidestepped him with ease. Wide open, he sank the basket.

Sekiro High 30 - 12 Kamata West.

"Now or never," one of the Kamata West twins huffed, his frustration visible.

With possession, one of the twins pushed hard, throwing up an awkward, off-balance three-pointer that somehow found the net.

Sekiro High 30 - 15 Kamata West.

"Damn it... That was on me," Akira muttered to himself, shaking his head. "But what a ridiculous shot. Pure luck."

Kazuya held the ball at the top of the key, dribbling calmly as he scanned for openings. Akira was being marked lazily by one of the twins.

Now.

In a blur, Akira sprinted past his defender, cutting into the paint. Kazuya fired a perfectly timed pass, and Akira caught it mid-stride. But as he prepared to shoot, his defender spun recklessly, swinging his arm directly into Akira's face.

"Damn it!" Akira tried to turn his head, but the impact hit his nose hard. He felt a sharp pain and stumbled backward, falling flat onto his back. Blood poured from his nose, leaving a vivid streak on the court as the crowd gasped in horror.

"Akira! Are you okay?!" Kazuya and Kenta rushed to his side, worry etched across their faces.

"Are you an idiot?! What the hell was that?!" Renji barked at the Kamata West player, shoving him.

The twin raised his hands defensively. "It was an accident! My brother was just turning to block! Your guy's too slow; that's not our fault."

"You've gotta be kidding me! You did that on purpose, you—" Renji started, but Akira slowly stood, cutting him off.

"He's right, Renji. I was too slow," Akira said, his voice eerily calm.

Everyone froze, staring at him in shock. Blood streaked down his face, but he spoke as if nothing had happened.

"What are you talking about, Akira? He—" Kazuya began, only to be interrupted by Coach Yamamoto's whistle for a timeout.

The referee signaled the foul, calling out, "Number 12!"

"Akira, you're not going back out there," Coach Yamamoto said firmly as the team huddled during the timeout. "That hit was nasty, and your nose could be broken. We'll manage without you."

Akira wiped his face with a towel, glaring at his coach. "We're not managing anything without me. You saw how they play. They'll run right over us."

"This isn't about pride—"

"It's not pride," Akira cut him off, his voice unwavering. "This is my game. I'm finishing it."

Coach Yamamoto sighed heavily. "Fine. But the moment it gets worse, you're coming off."

The game resumed, and Sekiro High started cautiously. Renji muscled through the defense, driving hard to the basket and finishing a layup.

Sekiro High 32 - 15 Kamata West.

"Let's go!" Renji shouted. "We don't need a one-man show!"

Kamata West answered quickly with a deep three-pointer from one of the twins.

Sekiro High 32 - 18 Kamata West.

"Nice shooting bro!" The twins start to laugh.

Bastards... They really crossed the line, in a friendly game, but this won't be friendly anymore. I'm going to show the difference between a player who wants to go to the NBA and someone who plays just for fun.

Akira stepped onto the court, eyes locked on his opponents. "Let's get to work."

From the moment he touched the ball, Akira took over. He crossed over his defender so swiftly that the poor player nearly tripped. Exploding into the paint, Akira switched hands mid-air and banked in a shot despite heavy contact.

"That speed... I've never seen anything like it," a Kamata West player muttered.

On defense, Akira intercepted a sloppy pass, sprinted down the court, and slammed a two-handed dunk that shook the rim.

The crowd gasped, and one player whispered, "He's a wild beast. I can't even be mad about losing to him."

Akira pulled up for a contested three on the next possession. The ball swished cleanly, and the Kamata West bench slumped in resignation.

"He's in a zone. Completely different from anyone else," one of the twins said, shaking his head.

Akira's dominance was relentless. He danced around defenders with devastating crossovers, hit impossible fadeaways, and finished through double teams with ease. Every play left the crowd in awe.

"I can't even be mad about missing," Kazuya joked after a botched shot. "He cleans up everything anyway."

Even Renji, who had been vocal earlier, could only watch in admiration. "Tch. Fine, Kingsley, you're the star for now. But don't get used to it."

By the fourth quarter, Kamata West was visibly defeated. Their players hesitated on offense, knowing Akira would either intercept their passes or swat their shots away. On the other end, Akira scored effortlessly, as if no one was guarding him.

With seconds left on the clock, Akira drove to the basket one final time. His defender barely moved, too exhausted and demoralized to contest. The buzzer sounded as the ball swished through the net.

Akira fell to his knees, clutching his sides as he gasped for air. The blood-soaked gauze in his nose made it hard to breathe, and his jersey clung to his drenched body.

The scoreboard read:

Final Score: Sekiro High 125 - 35 Kamata West.

MVP: Akira Kingsley (92 Points)