Aomine Daiki Template in Slam Dunk

Kanagawa Gymnasium.

Right now, the basketball court felt like someone had hit pause. Total silence.

Everyone stared at that one figure standing out from the rest.

The eyes of Miuradai's players were filled with fear.

The crowd had their mouths wide open, expressions mixed with shock, awe, disbelief.

Aida Yayoi, frozen with her camera in hand, had completely forgotten to press the shutter.

She stared blankly at Aoi Kunisaku, that stunned look still on her face.

Next to her, Nakamura Taizou pointed at Aoi Kunisaku. "That... that... th-that guy…"

His mouth opened and closed over and over. He wanted to speak, but couldn't get out a full sentence.

Aida Yayoi finally snapped back to her senses. A sharp glint flashed in her eyes.

She felt lucky. This trip had been worth it.

Shohoku had a monster-level genius.

She silently swore that once this game ended, she'd go to Shohoku for a full interview.

No one knew how long it took before the whole gym suddenly exploded with cheers and shouts.

"Ah! What did I just see?!"

"Am I dreaming?"

"Was that even real?!"

"Who the hell is Shohoku's #9?"

"He's so fast! Even while dribbling!"

"He's the fastest ball-handler I've ever seen!"

…

The audience lost it.

Even though the stands weren't packed, the atmosphere was as intense as a sold-out arena.

Only Ryonan's players managed to stay calm—they'd already seen what Aoi Kunisaku could do.

Still, when they saw the way he blew past Miuradai's players, they couldn't help swallowing hard.

Aida Hikoichi pointed at Aoi Kunisaku, fingers trembling, and said in a shaky voice, "H-Holy crap! He's even faster than during the practice match!"

Sendoh's face was serious. He muttered, "It's not that he's faster. It's that he wasn't going full throttle before. The question is—how much strength is he using now?"

The Ryonan players went silent.

Their fear of Aoi Kunisaku deepened.

…

On the court.

Aoi Kunisaku slowly turned around. He flashed a confident, cocky smile, a full row of white teeth showing.

He casually walked past the stunned Miuradai players.

They watched him go, but no one dared say a word.

That moment earlier had left a shadow in their hearts.

They all felt this invisible pressure weighing on them like a mountain.

Back on Shohoku's side of the court.

Mitsui Hisashi looked at Aoi Kunisaku and muttered, "You bastard…"

His eyes were full of mixed emotions.

He already knew how strong Aoi Kunisaku was.

But the performance he just gave still shook him to the core.

Aoi Kunisaku replied coolly, "So, like I said—just give me the damn ball."

Akagi Takenori and the others were annoyed but couldn't argue.

On the court, strength speaks.

And Aoi Kunisaku had earned the right to command the ball.

The game resumed.

Miuradai launched their offense again.

This time, they focused most of their attention on Aoi Kunisaku.

Especially Miyamoto Kazunari, who had guarded him earlier—his eyes wide as saucers, staring at Aoi without blinking.

But Aoi Kunisaku's speed and agility were way beyond anything they imagined.

Right under Miyamoto's nose, Aoi's figure started to blur… then vanished.

Gone?

Miyamoto panicked and looked around frantically.

The ball was still in his teammate's hands, so he let out a small breath. He tried to give a warning.

"Careful, Captain, that guy—" But he stopped mid-sentence.

Miuradai's Captain, Murasame Kengo, was still dribbling. He hadn't even crossed half-court.

Then, a gust of wind blew past him.

Suddenly, the ball was gone.

Murasame's chest tightened. He looked down—nothing in his hands.

Where was the ball?

Thump—

Behind him, the sound of a basketball hitting the floor rang out.

He spun around in a panic.

Shohoku's #9 was there again.

Him. Again.

"Damn it!" Murasame cursed and bolted after him.

But just like before, no matter how hard he ran, that white jersey kept pulling further and further ahead.

"Damn it! Why is he so fast?!" Murasame gritted his teeth, veins popping in his eyes.

Miuradai's Center, Kawasaki Akio, rushed forward to block Aoi's path.

The rest of Miuradai's players also locked in on their own marks, worried Aoi would pass.

But they didn't need to worry.

Passing wasn't even on Aoi Kunisaku's mind.

In the blink of an eye, he was right in front of Kawasaki Akio.

"You're not getting through!" Kawasaki Akio shouted, crouching low with arms wide, trying to pressure Aoi Kunisaku with his body.

But against Aoi, his defense was useless.

Aoi didn't slow down at all. He came to a sudden stop in front of Kawasaki, then did a smooth, flashy spin move and instantly pulled half a body's distance away.

He glided right past Kawasaki without breaking a sweat.

By the time Kawasaki realized what happened, it was already too late.

His face twisted in shock. "So fast... I didn't even get to react…"

With no one left in front of him, Aoi charged into the paint again, jumped, and threw down another one-handed slam.

Clang—

The ball slammed through the net.

Shohoku 39 to Miuradai 44.

"Damn it! Where the hell did this guy come from?!" Murasame Kengo wiped the sweat from his forehead. His hands were shaking.

Miuradai's coach couldn't sit still anymore. He stood up and roared, "What the hell are you doing?! Our goal is Kainan! Don't let that guy touch the ball again! Have you forgotten everything I taught you?!"

The players snapped back to their senses after the yelling.

Murasame exchanged a glance with his teammates. They all nodded in silent agreement.

Miuradai inbounded the ball again.

This time, their offense was way more cautious, afraid Aoi would suddenly pop up and steal the ball.

Araki Kazuo passed it to Murasame before even crossing half-court.

Murasame looked toward Aoi's position and deliberately passed it to the far side, to Kawasaki Akio.

After a few careful passes, Miuradai made it across half-court.

Kawasaki brought the ball to the three-point line but ran into Akagi Takenori's wall-like defense.

He didn't force a confrontation. He quickly passed the ball to their shooting guard, Takatsu Hiroshi.

"Shoot it now!" Murasame shouted.

Takatsu was in a great spot.

Mitsui Hisashi was more than a full step away, and there were no other Shohoku players nearby.

Knowing this was a rare chance, Takatsu didn't hesitate. He jumped and went for the shot.

"Damn it, I was a step too slow." Mitsui cursed under his breath.

But right then, a white blur flashed between him and Takatsu.

At the same time, a voice full of challenge rang out.

"Who the hell do you think you're underestimating?!"

Aoi Kunisaku leapt straight up in front of Takatsu.

Then, with a slap, he swatted Takatsu's shot out of the air.

What?!

How did he get there?

Murasame's eyes widened in disbelief.

He had just confirmed Aoi's position—how did he blink and find Aoi right in Takatsu's face?

The moment Aoi blocked Takatsu's shot, every Miuradai player flinched.

What the hell is this guy?

Even the crowd from Ryonan in the stands gulped.

"This guy's on a whole different level!" Koshino Hiroaki said in disbelief.

Ikegami Ryoji couldn't hold back. "He's not even human!"

Aida Hikoichi had completely forgotten about his notebook. His eyes were locked on Aoi Kunisaku, filled with worship and shock. "That was insane. Just insane…"

Uozumi Jun's expression turned even more serious.

If Shohoku kept winning, they'd eventually face off against Ryonan.

And then… how the hell were they supposed to stop this guy?

Looks like they'd need to meet with Taoka-sensei and come up with a special strategy—fast.

…

On the court.

After Aoi's block, Miyagi Ryota grabbed the ball.

He dribbled hard, charging straight toward Miuradai's basket.

Araki Kazuo quickly chased him down from behind.

Miyagi's eyes scanned rapidly, looking for a pass.

But all the other Shohoku players were locked down tightly. There was no open lane to pass.

He grit his teeth. Screw it, I'll take the shot myself.

He cut side to side, shook off Araki with a few sharp changes of direction, and dashed into the paint.

Before Araki could catch up, Miyagi leapt up and shot.

But…

Clang—

The ball clanged off the rim.

Miyagi twitched at the mouth.

The Miuradai players all let out a sigh of relief.

But then—

Aoi Kunisaku appeared like a ghost beneath the basket.

He soared up, grabbed the rebound in mid-air, and—without losing any momentum—spiked the ball backward into the hoop.

Clang—

Right in front of everyone, Aoi Kunisaku threw down a reverse alley-oop dunk.

Shohoku 41 to Miuradai 44.

Aoi landed cleanly on the ground.

The gym went dead silent again.

There weren't many people in the stands to begin with. Now, the silence felt downright eerie.