Miyamoto Tokima looked at Daiki Aomine, who had already retreated three body lengths away, completely baffled.
You flew off just because of a single fake step?
Confused as he was, Miyamoto Tokima didn't hesitate for even a second.
He swiftly went into his shooting motion and released the ball almost instantly.
Daiki Aomine could only watch helplessly as the basketball traced its arc through the air. Before he could even take a single step forward, Miyamoto Tokima had already let the ball go.
Miyamoto's release is insanely fast…
Aomine couldn't help but marvel inwardly. Every shot Miyamoto Tokima took left him impressed.
And naturally, that only fueled Daiki Aomine's fighting spirit. He loved nothing more than clashing with strong opponents—and he genuinely enjoyed it.
Swish!
The ball dropped cleanly through the net.
Score: 1–0.
Change of possession.
Daiki Aomine took the ball.
This time, he showed no hesitation at all. The moment he caught it, he lowered his body and exploded to the right, aiming to catch Miyamoto Tokima off guard.
Miyamoto Tokima hadn't expected Aomine to drive immediately, but his reaction was fast. He instantly gave chase and recovered on defense.
Feeling Miyamoto Tokima closing in, Daiki Aomine stopped thinking altogether. He pushed off hard with his left foot and leaped high into the air, intent on stuffing the ball straight through the hoop.
Miyamoto Tokima didn't back down. He stayed right on Aomine's heels, and the moment Aomine jumped, he followed suit, springing up from behind to go for the block.
Sensing the block coming, Daiki Aomine quickly pulled the ball back with his right hand, switched it to his left midair, and finished with a hanging scoop, adding a pull-back motion to avoid the defense.
He thought the shot was guaranteed.
But as Daiki Aomine began to descend, he realized—
Miyamoto Tokima was still in the air.
What?! What kind of hang time is this?!
Daiki Aomine landed and snapped his head back in shock.
Bang!!!
What he saw was Miyamoto Tokima pinning the ball straight onto the backboard.
A clean nail-on-the-glass block!
Daiki Aomine stared in disbelief. Miyamoto Tokima's hang time was absurd—Aomine had already started coming down, yet Tokima was still airborne.
Miyamoto Tokima looked completely unfazed. He caught the ball and prepared to check it back in.
Daiki Aomine quickly adjusted his mindset, a slight grin appearing at the corner of his mouth.
This is getting more and more exciting!
That was just how Daiki Aomine was—the stronger the opponent, the more fired up he became.
He spread his arms wide and locked onto Miyamoto Tokima defensively.
Miyamoto Tokima took another probing step.
This time, Daiki Aomine had learned his lesson and didn't get shaken off.
Seeing that, Miyamoto Tokima added a shot fake.
Knowing just how fast Miyamoto Tokima's release was, Daiki Aomine didn't dare gamble. He still didn't jump, worried it might be another fake—but even so, his center of gravity lifted ever so slightly.
Miyamoto Tokima caught that tiny shift instantly.
He drove his strength again and forced the shot up.
Seeing Miyamoto Tokima release the ball on that second burst, Daiki Aomine tried to jump and contest—
Only to realize, in horror, that he couldn't get off the ground at all.
Daiki Aomine stood frozen, watching the ball drop through the net.
Swish.
Score: 2–0.
Turning his head in confusion, Daiki Aomine asked,
"Why? Why couldn't I jump?"
Miyamoto Tokima chuckled softly.
"Your center of gravity. I lifted it with the shot fake. I hadn't finished my power release yet, so I could generate a second burst. You couldn't."
Daiki Aomine nodded, picked up the ball, and prepared to attack again.
The moment he held the ball, Miyamoto Tokima closed in on defense. He crouched slightly, raised his right hand to block Daiki Aomine's face, and lifted his left hand just enough to guard against a sudden shot—while also partially obstructing Aomine's vision.
But in Daiki Aomine's eyes, that simple motion completely changed shape.
He felt black mist suddenly bloom from Miyamoto Tokima's right hand. It spread rapidly along his arm, then latched onto Daiki Aomine's eyes.
In an instant, his surroundings plunged into darkness.
I… I can't see anything?
The sudden loss of vision made Daiki Aomine panic slightly.
Seeing Aomine freeze up, Miyamoto Tokima immediately guessed he'd started imagining something strange again. Without hesitation, he sliced his right hand down and knocked the ball loose.
As Miyamoto Tokima pulled his hand away, Daiki Aomine's vision returned to normal. Realizing the ball had been stolen, he quickly scooped it back up and regained possession.
Since he hadn't secured the ball, Miyamoto Tokima immediately pressed back on defense, once again raising his right hand to block Aomine's line of sight.
As soon as his vision was obstructed, Daiki Aomine's world went dark again.
He shook his head instinctively. Whenever his head moved out of the range of Miyamoto Tokima's hand, his vision would briefly return.
But that clarity never lasted—Miyamoto Tokima kept adjusting his hand, constantly cutting off Aomine's view.
Realizing this, Daiki Aomine stopped hesitating. Relying on his excellent sense of balance, he burst hard to the right.
The moment he initiated the drive, his vision returned.
Daiki Aomine laughed excitedly, convinced he had broken through Miyamoto Tokima's "skill."
But in the very next second—
His vision went black again.
The sudden darkness shattered his balance, and he crashed straight to the ground.
"Ah—ow, ow, ow, ow!"
Daiki Aomine clutched his backside and wailed in pain.
Miyamoto Tokima hurried over to check on him. Only after confirming he wasn't injured did he finally relax.
He asked, completely at a loss,
"What's wrong with you? How do you fall over on flat ground?"
Daiki Aomine protested indignantly.
"What do you mean flat ground? This is totally your fault! That skill of yours that makes people lose their vision is ridiculous!"
"My eyes went black in the middle of the drive—who wouldn't fall like that?!"
He complained miserably.
Miyamoto Tokima stared at him in confusion.
Lose vision? What?
"What are you talking about? What skill?"
Daiki Aomine launched into an animated rant, describing everything he'd just experienced.
Listening to him, Miyamoto Tokima's mouth twitched slightly.
Since when does blocking someone's eyes make their vision completely disappear…?
Aomine's imagination is getting more and more outrageous.
Normally, even with blindfold-style defense, an offensive player could still see. And breaking through that kind of defense was basically impossible.
Yet somehow, Daiki Aomine had imagined it into existence—turning it into a technique that literally erased vision.
Block the view, and the world goes dark.
Move away, and vision returns.
Great.
Miyamoto Tokima had just been "gifted" yet another absurd defensive god-skill—purely through Daiki Aomine's imagination.