Play resumed, and Seijuro Akashi passed the ball to Miyamoto Tokima.
Miyamoto Tokima caught it one-handed and looked at Kotaro Hayama with a blank expression.
"I'll go past you from the left."
The sudden declaration made Kotaro Hayama pause for a split second.
"If you've got the ability, then try it."
The corner of Miyamoto Tokima's mouth lifted. His right leg slammed into the floor, and in the next instant he shot forward like a bolt of black lightning, blowing straight past Kotaro Hayama.
Kotaro Hayama stood frozen, unable to react at all.
So… so fast!!
Breaking into the paint, Miyamoto Tokima showed no mercy. He drove off his left leg, leaping high and rising straight toward the rim, aiming to dunk over Fukuda's center.
Fukuda's center immediately bristled.
Knocking me flying was one thing—now he wants to dunk on me too?! That's crossing the line!!!
With an angry roar, Fukuda's center jumped up to contest him.
Miyamoto Tokima's expression didn't change, as if the defender didn't exist at all. His right arm powered down toward the rim.
Bang!!!
Miyamoto Tokima dunked cleanly over Fukuda's center.
After both players landed, the midair collision sent Fukuda's center stumbling backward uncontrollably. He only stopped after crashing into Atsushi Murasakibara near the sideline.
Fukuda's center looked awful. Getting posterized like that shattered what little confidence he had left.
Kotaro Hayama hurried over to comfort him.
"It's okay, Tsukikawa. I'll get revenge for you next possession."
Tsukikawa nodded with difficulty and returned to the baseline to inbound the ball.
Fukuda's point guard brought the ball up, crossed half court, and passed it to Kotaro Hayama.
The moment he caught it, Hayama started pounding the ball into the floor.
Thud! Thud!! Thud!!! Thud!!!! Thud!!!!!
"Three fingers!!"
Kotaro Hayama roared, using three fingers on his right hand as his body turned into a streak of yellow lightning and he surged forward.
But Miyamoto Tokima had already seen through his Lightning Dribbling and was standing squarely in his driving lane.
Kotaro Hayama's pupils shrank.
How… how are you here?!
He quickly pulled the ball back out beyond the three-point line, trying to reset the offense.
But Miyamoto Tokima had no intention of holding back. His right hand hovered beside Hayama's hip.
At the same time, green sticky liquid surfaced again along Kotaro Hayama's left-side driving lane.
Kotaro Hayama's expression turned grim.
Only the right side was left—but Shintaro Midorima was standing there, staring him down.
With no other option, Kotaro Hayama passed the ball to the shooting guard at the right baseline.
The shooting guard caught it and saw that Shintaro Midorima was still two steps away. Without any hesitation, he went straight up for the shot.
The moment Miyamoto Tokima saw this, he abandoned Hayama and sprinted toward the frontcourt on his own.
Kotaro Hayama felt a sharp gust of wind rush past him.
When he turned his head, Miyamoto Tokima had already crossed half court.
Before he could process it, a loud impact echoed.
Bang!!!
The instant the Fukuda shooting guard released the ball, Shintaro Midorima recovered and swatted the shot away.
Miyamoto Tokima had anticipated this outcome, which was why he'd given up on defense and taken off running.
After all, Shintaro Midorima's defense was no exaggeration. On Teikō's roster, aside from himself, Midorima had the strongest perimeter defense.
Shuzo Nijimura sprinted out from the free-throw line and beat Kotaro Hayama to the loose ball.
The instant Nijimura secured it, Kotaro Hayama knew it was over—he had personally seen Miyamoto Tokima charging up the court.
Nijimura scooped up the ball, swung his right arm, and fired a fast pass ahead.
Miyamoto Tokima caught it in stride, slammed the ball once, and attacked the rim from the left.
He soared into the air, spinning a full 360 degrees. Even that wasn't enough—mid-rotation, he swung his arm in a huge arc before smashing the ball through the hoop with his right hand.
Clang!!!
The backboard rattled violently, the rim screaming in protest.
A 360-degree windmill dunk.
This was the first time such a move had ever appeared in a real game.
Spectators who had never seen anything like it clapped hands over their mouths, eyes wide, standing up in shock.
The entire arena fell silent for a full five seconds.
Then, the silence exploded into thunderous applause and piercing screams.
"My god!!!! What was that move?! Did I just witness a miracle?!"
"Am I dreaming?! Hurry—slap me!!"
Smack!!
"Ha—ow! It hurts! I'm not dreaming! This is real! This is real!!"
The stands descended into chaos—some people completely losing their minds, others screaming at the top of their lungs.
"Ahhhhh! Miyamoto Tokima, my idol! I want to have your babies!!"
"Where did this weirdo come from?! Get lost!! Miyamoto belongs to our Miyamoto cheering squad! If you want to scream, you have to join us!"
"That's right, that's right!"
"I'm joining! I'm joining! I love watching Miyamoto play the most!"
Miyamoto Tokima probably had no idea that a group of fangirls had already formed a cheering squad on the spot.
On the court…
Players from both Teikō Middle School and Fukuda stood rooted in place. Even the referee was frozen, speechless.
None of them had ever seen a move like that before—violent, yet breathtakingly beautiful.
On Teikō's bench, not only the substitutes but even Coach Shirogane and Daiki Aomine stood up, staring in disbelief.
That kind of move… executed by a first-year student.
Coach Shirogane's stunned expression slowly turned into excitement. Miyamoto Tokima's talent was simply terrifying. Given time, there was no doubt he would have a place on the professional basketball stage in the future.
Coach Shirogane didn't care about Miyamoto Tokima's background or where he came from.
All he knew was this—
Miyamoto Tokima was his student.
Daiki Aomine waved his towel wildly, shouting at the top of his lungs in excitement for his teammate.
"Miyamoto! That was insane!!!"
The towel-waving move was something Miyamoto Tokima had taught him, saying it boosted morale—so Aomine put it to use immediately.
On the court, Seijuro Akashi wore a rare look of shock.
Shintaro Midorima's pupils widened. He pushed up his glasses with his left hand, trying to steady himself—unaware that his hand was trembling slightly.
Shuzo Nijimura stared with his mouth hanging open, muttering,
"Is he really a first-year? The younger generation is terrifying…"
Kotaro Hayama stood completely petrified.
A first-year… pulling off a dunk like that.
He'd seen plenty of dunks before, but never one so brutally violent yet so beautiful.
A move that even some professional players couldn't execute—performed flawlessly by a first-year like Miyamoto Tokima.
It was something Kotaro Hayama simply couldn't believe.