Chapter 1: Starting Out by Slacking Off for Twelve Years

 (I’ve drifted through half my life, lamenting only that I never met a worthy lord. If you would not reject me, I am willing to bow and call you my godfather—or godmother!)

“Twelve years already… twelve years of just letting everything go.”

Miyamoto Tokima wandered aimlessly through the city.

All around him were people of every kind—office workers, students—each busy with their own lives.

“No way, isn’t that a middle schooler? He actually dunked!”

“Yeah, you can tell at a glance he’s in middle school. That physical talent is insane!”

“You guys must be new here. That’s Daiki Aomine. Don’t let his age fool you—he’s the strongest player around here.”

As Miyamoto Tokima passed an outdoor basketball court, the noisy chatter caught his attention.

He slowly turned his head. A youth with blue hair and dark skin soared into the air, forcefully slamming the basketball through the hoop.

“Huh? Daiki Aomine? Just like in the anime—already dunking in middle school.”
Miyamoto Tokima watched the scene intently.

Seeing a middle schooler dunk in real life was completely different from watching it in anime.

After transmigrating into this world, Miyamoto Tokima had been slacking off the whole time, never once seriously playing a real one-on-one.

Now, seeing one of the main characters from Kuroko’s Basketball with his own eyes, a spark of fighting spirit slowly rose within him. He wanted to have a one-on-one with Daiki Aomine.

Daiki Aomine seemed to sense the aura of a ferocious beast. He suddenly turned his head, his eyes locking tightly onto Miyamoto Tokima.

Who is this guy?
Why does he give off such a dangerous presence?

Staring at Miyamoto Tokima, Daiki Aomine spoke first.
“Hey, you interested in a one-on-one?”

Huh? He’s inviting me first?

Miyamoto Tokima hadn’t expected Aomine to take the initiative before he even said anything. Did he already know I’m strong?

“Sure.”
Miyamoto Tokima smiled faintly and stepped onto the court.

Since the invitation was already there, there was no reason to refuse. This was the perfect chance to test the abilities he’d gained from years of slacking off.

“Huh? When did another kid who can play show up around here?”

“He probably can’t play. Just wandered over by coincidence.”

“But he actually wants to play against Aomine? That’s interesting.”

Whispers spread through the crowd, curious about where Miyamoto Tokima had come from.

At the same time, no one believed he could beat Daiki Aomine.
After all, Aomine had already conquered them all with sheer strength.

Miyamoto Tokima didn’t care about any of that.
Because he knew one thing—right now, he was strong.

“How many shots?” Daiki Aomine asked with a grin.

“Five. Continuous possessions,” Miyamoto Tokima replied.

Daiki Aomine frowned.

Continuous possessions?
That confident? Or is he just looking down on me?

“Fine. Your call.”

Daiki Aomine casually tossed the ball to Miyamoto Tokima.

To be honest, Aomine was very interested in the fighting spirit Miyamoto Tokima had just released. He couldn’t wait to have a one-on-one with someone like this.

“Alright, I’m starting.”
Miyamoto Tokima caught the ball and got ready to check it in.

“Hey, wait. You’re not warming up or changing clothes?”
Daiki Aomine looked at him, confused.

There was a simple reason—Miyamoto Tokima was wearing casual clothes, and his shoes weren’t even basketball shoes.

Can he really play me like this?

The more Aomine looked, the more unreliable Miyamoto Tokima seemed. A thought formed in his mind—maybe this guy was all flash and no substance.

“Nah, no need. This is fine.”
Miyamoto Tokima spoke casually.

“If you insist, then let’s start.”
Daiki Aomine’s tone flattened.

In his mind, Miyamoto Tokima had already been labeled as the kind of player who talked big but couldn’t back it up.

Even though Miyamoto Tokima’s aura felt strong, Aomine figured it was probably just something he happened to have.

“Damn, does this kid even know how to play? He looks like he’s here sightseeing.”

“Yeah, that outfit doesn’t look like someone here to hoop.”

“This’ll be fun to watch. He’s about to get destroyed.”

Miyamoto Tokima observed Daiki Aomine’s defensive stance—he was standing about a body-length and a half away.

Sagging off for a shot?
Does he think I’m a rookie?

Miyamoto Tokima chuckled helplessly. It seemed Aomine had already underestimated him. But that was understandable—his equipment really did look amateur.

He tried a pump fake. Seeing that Daiki Aomine had no intention of jumping, he spoke up.

“You sure you’re not coming up to defend?”

When Daiki Aomine still didn’t move, Miyamoto Tokima stopped hesitating. His shooting motion was clean and decisive as he released the ball with his right hand.

The basketball traced a beautiful arc through the air.

Swish.

The ball dropped cleanly through the net—a three-pointer.

“Damn, that shooting form… holy crap, he can actually play!”

“Alright, I take back what I said earlier. This kid’s got something!”

“Now I’m curious how he’ll do against Aomine.”

A subtle change crossed Daiki Aomine’s face.

A fluke?

No—definitely not.
The form was standard, the release lightning-fast. That wasn’t something a weak player could pull off.

“Nice shot.”

Daiki Aomine stood up and clapped, his eyes burning as they locked onto Miyamoto Tokima.
“Again!”

He threw the ball back, pressing his body tightly against Miyamoto Tokima to stop him from taking another three.

Seeing Aomine guarding him this closely just to prevent a three—completely ignoring the possibility of a drive—Miyamoto Tokima spoke again.

“You’re guarding way too close. If you defend like this—”

Before he could finish, Miyamoto Tokima exploded forward like a bolt of lightning.

What?!

Daiki Aomine stared in shock and immediately tried to recover and chase him down.

Bang!

The next second, the sound of a dunk echoed from behind Aomine.

At the same time, Miyamoto Tokima’s voice drifted back.
“You’ll get blown by in one step.”

“No way, bro! What did he just do?!”

“He dunked, man!”

“How old is he?! Damn, I smell a future star!”

“Stop smelling things. I just farted.”

“Code!”

Just moments earlier, after blowing past Daiki Aomine, Miyamoto Tokima sprinted straight to the rim. He planted hard with his left foot, spun once in midair, and slammed the ball through the hoop.

So… so strong…

Daiki Aomine stared blankly at the scene. He never imagined that someone his own age could actually suppress him.

Interesting…
Way too interesting!!

His excitement surged. Finally, a peer who could push him back—he would go all out in this game.

At that moment, a special aura radiated from him, like a wild beast hunting its prey.

“Hm? He already has Animal Instinct at this stage?”
Miyamoto Tokima watched with clear interest.

He hadn’t expected Daiki Aomine’s Animal Instinct to appear so early.

“Come on!”
Daiki Aomine’s eyes sharpened, his gaze fixed firmly on Miyamoto Tokima’s movements.

Interesting.

Miyamoto Tokima looked back at Daiki Aomine with the same curiosity.

Now, Aomine no longer stuck tightly to him, instead leaving an extremely small gap.

The space was tiny—just enough for him to jump at any moment. This stance could guard both the shot and the drive, a very textbook defensive position.

But…
could this kind of defense really stop Miyamoto Tokima?

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