Aomine Daiki In Shohoku: The Beginning

"You!"

Kengo Murasame's eyes widened and he clenched his fists, as if he wanted to eat Shin Izumi alive.

Shin Izumi looked at Kengo Murasame coldly, then pushed him with his shoulder while returning to defense.

The huge force directly pushed Murasame away.

Whether it was fighting or eating, there was a level to it. In Shin Izumi's opinion, Kengo Murasame? He was completely out of his sight.

The audience in the stands hesitated and kept a distance, and did not see the gunpowder smell between the two.

The whole stadium erupted in huge cheers.

Shohoku! Shohoku! Shohoku!

Shin Izumi! Shin Izumi! Shin Izumi!

"Wow! That No. 11 is too strong!"

"Murasame is totally unstoppable, come on No. 11!"

" Miuradai started with a 6:0 lead, and all the points were scored by No. 11 alone!"

"It turned out to be the other way around. I thought Miuradai would be ahead of Shohoku at the start, after all, Shohoku's performance in previous years is there."

At this time.

Now not only the Shohoku rest area cheered, but the entire stadium seemed to be driven by Shin Izumi's three goals.

Many female spectators bowed down to Shin Izumi's elegant style of play.

They kept shouting: "Shin Izumi! Shin Izumi!"

At this time, the score between the two sides came to 6:0.

Shin Izumi scored all the points for Shohoku, and Miuradai did not score a single point.

The game continued, and no one called a timeout.

A 6-point difference is not a difficult score to catch up on the court.

But Miuradai and the others felt that the atmosphere of the entire stadium had become a little strange.

At first, only the sound of Shin Izumi cheering could be heard in the Shohoku rest area. After just one minute, there were actually a lot of voices cheering for Shin Izumi.

This invisibly added pressure to the hearts of Murasame and others.

Kazuo Araki pushed forward with the ball, and just when he passed the half-court line, he found that Murasame waved for the ball again.

He was a little embarrassed.

This? Can he give it?

Although he did not directly match Shin Izumi, it is not difficult to see from Murasame's end that it was a completely one-sided situation.

Pass the ball?

Isn't that waiting to pass the ball to Shohoku?

But Murasame is the strongest scorer in the team and the captain. It seems a bit unreasonable not to pass the ball?

Oh my god! Pass it!

But just when he just threw the basketball out.

In the middle of the line between him and Murasame, a black shadow flew out.

With a big wave of his hand, he directly hijacked the basketball flying in the air.

Who?

Araki was shocked.

Looking at the number behind the figure, No. 11!

It's Shin Izumi again!

Instantaneously.

The whole stadium cheered.

Too strong!

Whether it's speed or anticipation, Miuradai is no match for him.

So far, Miuradai has not even managed to get the basketball to Shohoku's basket once.

Every time, he failed before he could even start.

With another layup from Shin Izumi.

The score between the two sides came to 8:0.

Amid the cheers of the whole stadium, Coach Miuradai couldn't sit still.

He stood up and called for a timeout.

They were beaten in the first minute? What's going on?

Even last year when they faced Kainan, it wasn't this outrageous.

The Shohoku players gathered around Shin Izumi, and they cheered and went off the court to rest.

"In one minute, Shin Izumi called Miuradai's timeout. Shin Izumi is so amazing!"

"Yeah, Miuradai, that Murasame, is just like a piece of wood."

When they came to the rest area, Kuwata and others immediately surrounded him, serving tea and water very skillfully.

Kaede Rukawa and others sat quietly on the bench. It looked like they might not even have a chance to play.

Coach Anzai looked at Shin Izumi, who was surrounded by people, with a look of relief in his eyes.

What he saw was not just this game, nor this summer league, but... hope!

Miuradai rest area.

It was completely opposite to the cheerful and excited atmosphere of Shohoku.

At this time.

The coach was cursing at the starting players.

"What do I usually teach you? Have you forgotten one or two?"

"Look for more contact, look for the referee's blind spot, do you want to pack up and go home in the first round?"

Murasame endured the coach's anger on the surface, but cursed at the coach in his heart.

What the hell? Can't you see the opponent's strength?

That No. 11 can't be dealt with by one person. Can't you even see this? How can you be a coach?

Of course, he can only say these in his heart.

After the coach's output, seeing that the timeout time is running out, he also took out the tactical board and began to formulate tactics.

"Murasame, don't think about one-on-one with No. 11. He is very strong. Move appropriately and look for offensive opportunities. Don't stand still like a piece of wood. Your task is to contain him and don't let him disrupt our offensive rhythm!"

"Araki, as a point guard, don't you even know how to organize an offense? Try to avoid No. 11 when passing the ball."

"You must remember that although Shohoku is leading by a lot now, Shohoku only has two players who can play, one is Akagi, and the other is this No. 11 kid. As long as they get the ball, double-team them directly."

At the end, the coach's eyes became a little gloomy.

"If possible, find an opportunity to destroy them for me!"

"Yes! We know!"

Murasame and others nodded in agreement.

Suddenly

The man sitting next to the coach took off the towel on his head, revealing a shiny bald head. His cheekbones were protruding and his eye sockets were sunken. Just a look made people feel scared.

"Coach, how about I go on the court and destroy them all!"

He said to the coach very calmly.

"Naito? You are our secret weapon against Kainan. Now is not the time for you to go on the court. Leave it to Murasame and others. I believe they will not let me down."

The coach's attitude towards the man was much more relaxed than Murasame and others. He patted the man's shoulder and smiled.

"Beep!!!"

With the sound of the tweeter, the timeout ended.

The game continued.