If he could truly correct even his emotions, this talent was too astounding.
SMACK!
Aomine's shot was swatted away by Yuuto toward the center circle.
He landed quickly, bent his legs, and the steam emitted from his body even faster.
Then.
Whoosh~
He took a step out, traveling rapidly through the white mist.
Rationality reoccupied the high ground of his brain.
At this moment, his mind regained clarity.
In a sense, he had evolved twice in succession.
Transitioning directly from Devilization to Angelization.
This was due to the Weakness Correction, and even more so due to Yuuto's strong personal will.
He was a guy obsessed with victory.
Things meaningless to victory, he didn't need to possess.
Even though Aomine was strong, Yuuto despised him considerably, believing his streetball style was just juggling—flashy but impractical.
Of course.
Perhaps it could also be understood that his strong personal will caused the Weakness Correction talent to view the aggression of Devilization as a weakness and correct it.
But regardless.
His mind was clear now, his condition taken to another level.
Snap!
The moment Aomine chased to his side, Yuuto accelerated again.
In the next second.
Within the erupting steam, a burst of brilliant golden light blossomed.
A moment later.
Yuuto, like the sun, burst out from the haze.
Thunder Dribble.
He murmured softly, five fingers exerting force simultaneously, tearing open Aomine's defense in one breath.
"Aomine was passed!"
"So easily..."
Momoi Satsuki, the Teiko coach, Akashi, and everyone else from Teiko paled.
"Correcting even emotions, discarding everything that shouldn't exist for the sake of victory."
"A truly perfect player!"
Akashi felt a sense of defeat for the first time in his life.
He, who stood at the apex in any category, had the thought of being inferior to others for the first time.
Even with his Emperor Eye...
"It's not over, not over yet!" Aomine moved his legs, turning into a beam of blue light to chase again.
But...
BOOM!
BANG!
Yuuto gathered the ball and jumped, raising his right arm high and smashing it down.
He smashed the ball into the hoop, while Aomine was knocked flying out of bounds by the impact.
"The ball is in!"
"Yuuto!"
"Violent tomahawk dunk, scoring again!"
"Teiko's Ace is still no match for him!"
"The strongest player is in Okukozome; he is the strongest middle school student in the nation!"
Smiles don't disappear; they just transfer.
The Tokyo people smiled happily in the latter half of the third quarter; now their expressions were just as bitter.
After Aomine brought out a higher level of play, Yuuto exploded with an even stronger suppressive force.
Aomine was unwilling to give up.
He demanded the ball from his teammates, gathering all his strength to charge at Yuuto.
At this moment.
He was in the deepest part of the Zone domain, his physical potential truly unleashed to 100%.
He could no longer improve; his state had reached its peak.
Still that chaotic-to-the-extreme streetball style; people even suspected that perhaps even Aomine himself didn't know what his next move would be.
He scored.
A double-clutch layup in mid-air that made people slap the table in applause.
But...
"Yu-chan is the strongest! He will keep evolving until he defeats the Generation of Miracles!" Sora had stood up long ago, shouting passionately from the sidelines.
Since the start of this game, her gaze had never left Yuuto.
She knew this idiot whose brain was 80% occupied by basketball too well.
Last year.
Sora remembered today last year vividly.
That afternoon, the losing Yuuto locked himself in the locker room alone.
She didn't see Yuuto punching the locker room cabinets out of unwillingness with her own eyes.
But that heart-wrenching pain, she could feel it even through a wall.
Those sounds broke her heart, penetrating deep into her marrow.
Fortunately, Yuuto was strong.
After a brief rest following that day, he returned to the court with his ball.
Day after day, rain or shine, he trained in various ways.
These scenes had been recorded by her eyes over the past year.
Yuuto reaching this step today was not an accident, nor was it luck.
Everything was the inevitable return after immense payment.
She, Kasugano Sora, was the witness to Yuuto's journey.
[Weakness]
[Correction]
Defense destroyed, talent activated again.
Yuuto received the ball directly from the backcourt, sprinting toward the other half.
He radiated dazzling golden light all over, the phenomenon of evaporation caused by rapid blood flow becoming even more intense.
He looked as if his entire person was burning.
"Beat him... beat him for me, Yuuto!"
Sora's voice went from small to large.
Finally.
She stood on the sidelines and shouted at the top of her lungs.
"I'll do it without you telling me, dummy."
Yuuto shook his body violently. Sweat flung from his snow-white hair in large patches due to the movement.
Dozens of simulation failures—he had accumulated enough courage from them.
He firmly believed that what followed would be a great moment.
South stands.
Behind the Teiko basket, tens of thousands of fans were roaring, holding high the banner of certain victory.
"You guys are also expecting me to win, right?"
The blood flow in Yuuto's body became even faster. Even though he hadn't rested since the game started, his current state was incomparably excited.
"You're done for, Aomine!"
"Jesus can't save you, I said so!"
Yuuto let out a roar. That heat, like a scorching sun, strode to kill his way to Aomine's right side.
The latter immediately twisted his body, only to see Yuuto's figure dissipate like foam.
Double step-back to the three-point line.
Unstoppable Shot: Supreme Version!
Swish!
Three-pointer made. Yuuto raised his right arm high and roared with force.
"ROAR!"
The fanatical fans behind the hoop followed suit, raising their arms and roaring along with him.
They had a premonition that this day would be a day worthy of being remembered in the sports history of Okukozome and Tochigi Prefecture.
A 15-year-old kid with the precious qualities of Tochigi was creating a victory that belonged to Okukozome and Tochigi, one that excited people endlessly.
He would make this region, which had always been looked down upon, proud!
Decades of the National Tournament.
Tochigi Prefecture had never touched the championship.
Half a century of waiting, spanning generations who could no longer remember clearly.
They now just wanted to watch every scene that followed with utter seriousness.
Yuuto hit the three-pointer.
The ball pierced the net like a cloud-piercing arrow, and also pierced Teiko's heart.
This three-pointer helped Homi Academy overtake the score once again.
Teiko's turn to attack.
Aomine, however, couldn't step inside the three-point line under Yuuto's Death Clasp.
Too many one-on-one duels had allowed Yuuto to correct his technique and body to the state best suited to crush Aomine.
Snap!
Yuuto extended his right arm, hitting the basketball in Aomine's hand like a spear.
The smile on the charcoal-head's face had long vanished. His currently calm and composed face even showed a moment of dullness.
"I'm going to Kanagawa!"
At this moment, many high school basketball coaches couldn't hold back.
They hoped to get Homi Academy's Number 10.
This strongest player in the nation.
The basketball world didn't lack players with abnormal physical talents; the powerhouses of high school basketball today selected players from thousands.
But there weren't many who had the determination and courage to take over the game at critical moments.
This game.
Starting from the third quarter, Yuuto had been fighting the entire Generation of Miracles alone.
This didn't just represent his desire to win; it also represented that he was ready to bear the responsibility of losing.
Yuuto was only 15 this year, but he had already demonstrated the temperament required of a leader.
This guy was destined for greatness!
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