Chapter 130 - Touou vs Rakuzan
"Welcome back to Tokyo Metropolitan Gymnasium!"
"Coming to you live on Court C - the most anticipated matchup of this national tournament!"
"Tokyo's emerging tyrant, Touou Academy, faces off against Kyoto's reigning king, Rakuzan High School!"
The commentator's voice peaked and both players' tunnels lit up simultaneously.
Touou Academy emerged first. Aomine Daiki led the line with both hands in his pockets and the same expression he wore everywhere - detached, faintly contemptuous of the occasion. Wakamatsu, Sakurai, and Susa followed, their faces carrying the additional weight of a game they understood the importance of. Last through the tunnel was Captain Imayoshi Shoichi, pushing his glasses up, the corner of his mouth carrying that specific smile that gave away nothing.
"For those watching today, here's something you already know: both of these teams carry their absolute ace from the same undefeated middle school dynasty - the Generation of Miracles!"
"And since entering high school, both Aomine Daiki and Akashi Seijuro have yet to lose a single game with their respective teams!"
A quiet sound, somewhere between a sigh and a murmur.
"What an unpleasant title."
The Rakuzan players filed out from the opposite tunnel in their white-and-blue uniforms, and the atmosphere of the arena changed in a way that was immediate and physical.
A cold, concentrated pressure rolled across the court.
At the front of the line was Rakuzan's absolute core, their captain and primary ball-handler - Akashi Seijuro. First-year. Heterochromatic eyes, one gold and one red, moving with complete composure across the arena.
"A first-year captain," Sendoh said with genuine interest. "That's genuinely unheard of."
And then Akashi's gaze swept across the stands.
It passed over the Ryonan section.
Hikoichi made a small involuntary sound and pulled his arms against his chest. "That was cold."
Every Ryonan player in the row had straightened slightly without deciding to.
"Put your jacket on before you actually catch something," Yagami said, and tossed a jacket toward Hikoichi's head without looking.
The moment broke. Hikoichi extracted himself from the jacket with a startled laugh. The tension in the row dissolved.
"That guy has got to be wearing colored contacts," Ikegami said, squinting. "What is it with kids these days, doing anything to get attention."
"If you keep talking like a middle-aged man," Koshino said, "no one's going to find it charming."
"Gah-!"
Ikegami's offense at this was visible and complete.
Behind Akashi came the three players who had made strong impressions at the previous national tournament - Nebuya Eikichi, the powerfully built center with the deep tan, Mibuchi Reo with the composed, elegant expression of a three-point specialist who knew exactly what he was, and Hayama Kotaro at small forward, whose energy level seemed incompatible with a pre-game walk.
Last in the line was power forward Mayuzumi Chihiro - unremarkable in appearance, carrying little immediate presence.
Hikoichi was already going through the roster sheet. "Most of Rakuzan's core players are first and second years. The one third-year doesn't seem to be a major contributor."
"Meaning their strength is going to be stable and developing for the next two years at least," Sendoh said, thinking it through.
He had been noticing lately, without quite framing it this way, that his mind was starting to process games and rosters from a different angle - the angle of someone thinking about how to build something rather than just how to win today.
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Both teams spread across their respective halves for final warm-ups. The arena noise gradually settled into something attentive.
Near the end of the warm-up period, Akashi appeared to complete his routine and began walking back toward the bench. He reached the center-court circle at the same moment Aomine was crossing from the opposite direction.
Both of them stopped.
A few meters of empty court between them.
Aomine let the lazy exterior fall. What replaced it was something more concentrated - a grin that contained real aggression, real anticipation, real competitive intent. He held Akashi's mismatched eyes directly.
"Akashi. I've been waiting a long time for this."
"Daiki." Akashi's expression did not change. "You seem to have been training seriously lately." A brief pause. "Even so. I won't lose."
"Heh." Aomine made a sound that wasn't quite a laugh, collected his expression into something unreadable, turned his back and walked to the Touou bench in long, even strides.
Akashi watched him go.
"I have been correct without exception," he said quietly, to himself or to the space between them. "Not once. Until now."
He turned and walked back to the Rakuzan bench.
On the Rakuzan sideline, Mibuchi watched this exchange with an amused expression that suggested he found it entertaining. On the Touou sideline, Imayoshi had been watching from the moment both figures stopped at center court. His eyes narrowed behind his glasses.
Whatever had just happened in thirty seconds of pre-game conversation had brought the atmosphere of the entire arena to a single point.
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Both starting lineups moved to center court.
Touou Academy: Point guard Imayoshi Shoichi, 180cm, 71kg. Shooting guard Sakurai Ryo, 175cm, 59kg. Small forward Susa Yoshinori, 190cm, 80kg. Power forward Aomine Daiki, 192cm, 85kg. Center Wakamatsu Kosuke, 193cm, 85kg.
Rakuzan High School: Point guard Akashi Seijuro, 178cm, 64kg. Shooting guard Mibuchi Reo, 188cm, 74kg. Small forward Hayama Kotaro, 180cm, 60kg. Power forward Mayuzumi Chihiro, 182cm, 69kg. Center Nebuya Eikichi, 190cm, 94kg.
On paper, Touou had the height advantage at nearly every position.
Aomine Daiki walked to the jump ball circle.
In another section of the stands, the Seirin players had found their seats for the afternoon games. Kagami straightened up. "That's Aomine jumping?"
"For Aomine, this game means something different," Kuroko said, watching the court without looking away.
The referee raised the ball.
The whistle.
Nebuya launched off the floor with a roar. Aomine launched simultaneously. Their hands stretched toward the same ball.
Aomine's explosive elevation - not simply his height but the raw speed of his vertical - put his fingers on the descending ball a half-beat ahead of Nebuya's reach.
Touou's tip. The arena erupted.
Imayoshi received the ball.
And then Akashi was in front of him.
Not arriving - already there. Already applying pressure from a distance that left Imayoshi no clean decision time.
Imayoshi's hands adjusted instinctively to protect the ball, and in the movement Akashi's fingers came straight through the gap and knocked it loose.
"Back!" Aomine's voice was low and immediate. Touou's five players retreated.
Akashi gathered the ball. In the same instant, Rakuzan's remaining four players had already moved into their designated positions with a precision that came from something rehearsed past the point where thought was required.
At the arc, Imayoshi reset with his weight low and his eyes steady. The previous possession was already behind him.
"You're a fairly excellent type," Akashi said, starting his dribble at the top of the key. "Unfortunately, you play the same position as me."
Rakuzan had spread immediately into four-out-one-in: Mibuchi at the left 45-degree angle beyond the arc, Hayama on the right side across from Aomine, Nebuya settled in the low post, Mayuzumi floating near the elbow. Maximum floor spacing.
Akashi's crossover came through his legs, and his dribble rhythm stepped up in pace. The motion was not elaborate - what made it deceptive was the complete fluency of it, the way the ball moved as though the possibility of losing it had never been considered.
Imayoshi held his position. He did not reach.
Akashi launched his first step and half a body length opened between them in an instant.
"He doesn't look fast," Hikoichi said, leaning forward from the stands, "but he is fast?"
"That level of dribble fluency isn't something you see from high school players," Sendoh said, watching carefully.
Yagami had gone quiet. He was placing himself mentally in Imayoshi's position, running every option.
"Can he stop it?"
Imayoshi reacted - fast lateral step to seal the lane.
Akashi's bounce hit the floor and the ball came back up behind him. A behind-the-back recovery that pulled the dribble completely out of the forward path and returned him to the three-point arc.
Imayoshi was fully out of position. He had no choice but to close forward hard and deny any open attempt.
A pass went past his face.
Nebuya received the entry in the post and converted a close-range basket.
Rakuzan 2, Touou 0.
"He's completely different from the other Generation of Miracles players," Sendoh observed. "Those players have essentially no passing instinct."
"His position is point guard," Yagami said simply.
Sendoh paused. "...Fair."
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Possession change. Touou on offense.
Imayoshi brought the ball up steadily and this time bypassed the point-guard matchup immediately, delivering the ball to Aomine at the right three-point line.
Hayama pressed in close from behind.
"Oh?" Aomine received the ball in the post, feeling the contact behind him. "So it's you. Interesting. Does Akashi think you can stop me?"
"No." Hayama's answer was immediate. "I think I can."
Hayama's physical attributes - strength and lateral quickness for a small forward - were genuinely top-tier. Within Rakuzan's personnel, nobody was better suited for this assignment.
Aomine's response was a single cold sound. No technique, no setup. He drove one step straight back with his full body weight.
The ball hit the floor hard.
Hayama's center of gravity shifted back a half-step.
Aomine planted his left foot and drove left. Hayama saw a shadow, and then Aomine was already facing the basket from inside the paint.
Mayuzumi rotated from the power forward position to help.
Aomine went straight up, his body falling back in the air into a position of complete, extended stability. The release point was high and the lean was pronounced.
Hayama stabilized and went up to contest.
The lean-back was beyond anything he had built into his calculation. The release point was not reachable.
The ball traced a very high arc and found the bottom of the net.
Touou 2, Rakuzan 2.
"Akashi!" Aomine's voice went out with everything behind it. "If you want to stop me - come yourself!"
"Daiki." Akashi's voice carried back without urgency. "You seem a bit too excited today."
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Possession change. Rakuzan on offense.
Akashi walked the ball across halfcourt. Imayoshi met him with weight low and attention complete. The previous possession had not been forgotten, but he had placed it behind him precisely.
"Good." Akashi said it looking directly at him, with no expression. Then he resumed the same position at the arc, the same dribble pace, as though the previous possession were still running.
Mibuchi and Mayuzumi began their movement patterns.
Akashi's body tipped slightly right and forward - the beginning shape of a drive. Imayoshi's right foot moved back and left instinctively.
Akashi read the weight transfer. Right foot down, pivot on his left, and his body completed a spinning turn of a width that seemed excessive for the space available.
"This guy -"
Imayoshi recognized it. It was the same movement shape as Aomine's initial drive. His body reacted - right foot push, lateral step, closing the lane.
"Sit down."
Akashi came past his side in a single step.
Imayoshi's balance was gone. He fell backward and sat down on the floor.
The Rakuzan support section erupted. They had seen this before.
"He just ankle-breakered Touou's captain?!" Ikegami's voice was audible above the surrounding noise. "That scheming guy with the glasses just went down?!"
"An ankle breaker?" Sendoh said.
"How?" Hikoichi said. "Imayoshi-senpai's defense is supposed to be excellent, how did -"
"Because his defensive awareness is strong," Yagami said, "is exactly why it worked."
He kept his eyes on the court.
"Players who don't really defend just get beaten without much interaction - the attacker takes one step and they're gone. But someone who actually defends stays locked on the attacker's dribble rhythm and body posture. They read the intended direction ahead of time and pre-position to intercept." He paused. "Akashi uses that. The deceptive dribble isn't designed to create space directly - it's designed to make the defender commit their weight. Once the weight has moved, the real direction becomes available."
Behind Imayoshi, Akashi had a clear path.
Wakamatsu and Sakurai both moved to help at the same moment.
Akashi rose lightly and released with a relaxed wrist.
Clean.
Touou 2, Rakuzan 4.
Akashi stepped past the fallen Imayoshi, standing above him.
"Perhaps it's the years you've spent winning alongside Daiki." His voice was completely even. "Perhaps you think that being a third-year gives you some standing in my presence."
He looked down at him.
"In any case. Those who attempt to defy me - whoever they are - I will not allow to look down at me."
A pause.
"Your head was too high."
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