He didn't deliberately try to create it, but Yuuto possessed a high and mighty sharpness.
This sharpness made the original regular players of Seiho feel uncomfortable.
They took pride in being part of Seiho's First String.
And Seiho was one of the strongest in Tokyo, the Northern King!
Naturally.
No one could look down on them or despise them.
Shio Yamashita observed silently; the players' reactions did not exceed his expectations.
These players, who had no actual achievements but were arrogantly sky-high, it was time for them to see how vast the world was.
Blindly calling themselves Kings would only make them arrogant and conceited, unable to recognize even themselves clearly.
A survivor without a championship is no different from a scrub team.
For this reason.
On the first day of the new semester's basketball club activities, he arranged an intra-squad scrimmage.
"I don't want to say too much unnecessary stuff. Since you came to Seiho, to this team, you need to be prepared to give everything for this team."
"In this basketball club, basketball speaks for everything."
"Let's begin. The method to enter the First String roster at Seiho is simple: defeat them and replace them."
Yamashita pointed to the regulars behind him.
"Nani?"
"Playing a practice match against the seniors on the first day?"
"This is too hard, playing against the First String!"
"..."
Most of the freshmen appeared especially nervous.
In the past two years—two Inter-Highs, two Winter Cups.
A total of four major tournaments, Seiho entered the main draw twice, and achieved good results as Top 8 both times. It was undoubtedly a basketball powerhouse.
If Rakuzan was the undisputed team in high school, then below Rakuzan were traditional powerhouses of Seiho's level.
It was tempting to defeat the First String and replace them, but how easy was it to defeat a National Top 8 team?
The First String regulars were extremely confident.
In fact, in the original work, Ryuhei Kasuga and the others didn't even look straight at Seirin when they appeared.
Always calling themselves "Kings" made them forget that Seiho wasn't a King from the start.
Because there were many people, each practice match only lasted 10 minutes.
With a roster of 15 people in the First String, they definitely had enough stamina to handle the freshmen.
...
Groups were quickly formed.
The first freshman team of five was quickly beaten to a pulp by the Seiho First String.
Starters like Tsutomu Iwamura and Ryuhei Kasuga didn't even play.
They targeted the squad Yuuto was in.
In their words, they wanted to defend Seiho's glory. Even if it was a genius like Yuuto or the Generation of Miracles, they couldn't do whatever they wanted at Seiho.
Soon.
10 minutes passed. The first freshman squad was thrashed by the First String substitutes.
The score was 7:23; the First String players won a complete victory.
Then the second freshman squad took the court.
Also without any suspense, the second freshman squad was violently beaten by the Second String regulars.
Shio Yamashita shook his head as he watched from the sidelines.
Among Seiho's freshmen this year, there was a lack of eye-catching talent.
Over the past two years, although Seiho achieved two Top 8 finishes in four tournaments...
Their direct competitors, Touou and Shutoku of the Tokyo area, achieved Runner-up and Final Four results respectively.
Firmly suppressing them.
In terms of attracting geniuses, they were inferior to both.
Thinking of this, he walked over to Yuuto, who was adjusting his sneakers.
"Yuuto."
"What is it?"
"Let those kids see how a King plays basketball."
Yuuto paused.
This meant he should be ruthless and show no mercy.
"I don't have a problem with it, but does it matter?"
"It doesn't matter. right now we are like the Emperor in The Emperor's New Clothes. Everyone treats us like clowns, laughing at us, yet we are the only ones still pleased with ourselves."
Top 8!
That was never Seiho's pursuit. A King only needs one thing: a golden trophy.
"I understand. I will make those commoners recognize reality."
Since Seiho was a King, then this Emperor could only be Yuuto himself.
Yamashita had no objections. He originally sought Yuuto out to be Seiho's King.
But having just ascended the throne, he needed to display his power to suppress the subjects.
"I'll let Tsugawa help you. After this match, you two will smoothly enter the First String."
"Go. Beat those fools awake."
Yuuto tied his shoelaces and straightened his back. On his feet were the Nike Kobe 4s that accompanied him in battle.
[Red Eye Mode: Activate]
[Detected Host attributes meet requirements to open Talent: Weakness Correction]
[Talent: Weakness Correction Activated]
No white hair. To beat this group of Seiho regulars, he didn't need to activate Devilization.
"Here we go."
"Ah, we must make him witness Seiho's power!"
"Right, we are Kings!"
Tsutomu Iwamura, Ryuhei Kasuga, Kenjiro Sakamoto, and Yoshikazu Omuro stood up simultaneously.
They had been waiting for Yuuto for a long time.
The coach's high regard for Yuuto actually made them feel very uncomfortable.
True.
They failed to bring a championship to Seiho, but the national powerhouses were like forests, masters like clouds.
Was a championship something you could just get by saying so?
The coach wanted a first-year to lead them?
Then they would use actions to prove the coach wrong.
"Let's go, Seiho!"
"Oh!"
Their morale was like a rainbow, walking onto the court in red practice jerseys.
"Eh, such strong momentum. As expected of the King, Seiho."
Tomoki Tsugawa revealed a hellish smile.
"Yuuto, who do you think is the strongest?"
"Third-year, Number 5 Ryuhei Kasuga. His comprehensive ability is the best among the three perimeter players."
"Is that so? Then can you leave him to me?"
"As you wish."
"Thanks! I'll treat you to ramen after activities end."
Tomoki Tsugawa licked his lips.
To some extent, he was actually quite like Aomine—the type who got excited when encountering strong enemies.
"Really being looked down upon, huh." Ryuhei Kasuga wasn't deaf; of course he heard their conversation. His face darkened immediately. "I will personally teach you how to respect seniors."
Yuuto didn't speak, but his wild aura spread out rapidly like a hurricane.
In an instant.
The expressions of the five Seiho regulars all changed.
"What on earth is this?" Tsutomu Iwamura felt like thorns were pricking his back.
The aura on Yuuto before his eyes was terrifying.
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