Net King: My Black Basket Template

Chapter 1 Yuki Satoru, come on!

Tokyo.

Wooden paddle tennis park.

The crowd gathered around the tennis court to the east, and two figures, one large and one small, were fighting fiercely on the court.

Everyone gathered around the green barbed wire fence, with expressions of surprise on their faces. As their heads turned, their eyes kept flashing as the tennis ball moved and changed above the net.

"If even Kimura loses, this kid will win seven games in a row."

After a little calculation, a depressing atmosphere enveloped everyone's hearts.

"Can't anyone stop him?!"

Everyone stared at Yuki Satoru's figure with complicated expressions.

boom!
  The racket strings collided with the tennis balls, making an extremely crisp sound.
  Yuuki Satoru twisted his arm and exerted force suddenly. The racket drew a semi-circle and was struck out. The string of the racket rubbed against the ball surface to exert strong topspin.

The rapidly spinning tennis ball flew out quickly, and a yellow light swept across the court.

Under Yuuki Satoru's precise control of the ball, the tennis ball landed steadily in the corner near the baseline.

"Damn, it's too late!"

The speed of the tennis ball after hitting the ground was still so fast that there was no time to save it.

After just a moment of hesitation, the tennis ball penetrated the baseline in Kimura Hiroya's sight.

"Game, Yuuki Satoru won this game. The score is 3-0. Please change the game!" The temporary referee who recommended himself reported the score.

The professional referee tone he studied hard echoed over the court, but Kimura Hiroya's tall and burly body froze in place and did not move for a long time.

Only one pair of eyes was staring at Yuuki Satoru opposite him, the expression on his face was extremely ugly.

You must know that he is the main player of Hirumayama Middle School, and he played in the Tokyo Metropolitan Conference not long ago.

He is the main member of the tennis club, a reliable senior respected by the juniors in the club, and the object of cheers and cheers from the junior girls in the support club.

But now
  His opponent was just a first-year brat, but he was helpless and had no choice. He was about to lose the face of the Hirumayama Middle School team.

"Kimura, it's time to change the court." Seeing Kimura stunned in place, the temporary referee beside the court quickly urged.

"Shut up! Stop being so wordy!"

As if feeling the strange looks from others, Kimura felt extremely humiliated, the veins on his head were slightly bulging, and his face turned very rosy due to shame and anger.

‘The pride of the Hirumayama Tennis Club must not be lost, I must win this match! ’

Kimura's eyes were fierce, and he swung the racket in his hand hard. The blue frame rubbed the air and made a whining sound. He raised the racket flat and pointed at Yuuki Satoru from a distance.

"Don't be too proud, kid. I underestimated you just now. The game will really start next!"

"That's best. I look forward to your performance."

As the real protagonist of this game, Yuki Satoru, who has won six consecutive games, has always maintained a calm appearance, with not many emotional fluctuations visible on his fair face.

Only from under the occasionally trembling eyelashes, in those brown eyes, can you see the passion hidden deep in his heart.

‘Come on, use your full strength.

The stronger the better, making this game more intense and allowing me to take another step towards evolution. ’

boom!boom!
  Hit the tennis ball twice.

Finger caressing the texture of the surface of the tennis ball, feeling the furry touch across the skin, Yuki Satoru closed his eyes and firmly grasped the handle of the tennis racket wrapped with white hand glue.

This world is incredibly real.

He grinned, showing a comfortable smile.

"bring it on!"

He suddenly opened his eyes.

The moment I opened my eyes——

Swish!
  The mustard-yellow tennis ball broke away from his palm and was thrown into the air. At the moment when it was about to land at the highest point, Yuuki Satoru turned into a black shadow and jumped up high.

On the opposite side of the court, in Kimura Hiroya's eyes, the moment Yuki Satoru jumped up, his vigorous figure blocked the afterglow of the setting sun, his slightly messy hair dancing in the air, and his bright smile filled with touching joy.

"Okay!"

Yuki Satoru drank softly, and his bow-like figure instantly stretched out. The muscles on his arms twisted, and the racket turned into an afterimage and swung violently, pressing down the tennis ball that was stagnant in mid-air.

boom!
  Under the gaze of everyone, in just a short moment, the mustard-yellow tennis ball turned into a stream of light and flashed past. The yellow beam of light divided the court into two neat pieces.

call out!
  Kimura's eyes were wide open. He could not catch the shadow of the tennis ball at all. The tennis ball passed through him in an instant, but he seemed to be nailed to the ground, unable to even take a step forward.

"ACE ball!" Everyone exclaimed. It's hard to imagine that such a serve could happen to a first-year student.

"15-0!" The temporary referee immediately announced the score.

Tick ​​tick
  Sweat flowed from Kimura's forehead and hit the ground, leaving several marks. He turned his head sluggishly, and the yellow tennis balls rolling on the ground were reflected in his shocked pupils. “Okay, so fast!”

His Adam's apple twitched slightly, his heart palpitated more and more, and he sweated profusely. He unconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva in shock, and his mouth was bitter, making it difficult to speak.

The previous thought of trying to save face was completely defeated by this fast serve.

"I'm just a first-year brat, but my basic tennis skills are so solid that it's hard for me to resist just using ordinary moves."

Moreover, he actually hides such a terrifying serve! ’

"Who are you?!"

Looking at Yuuki Satoru walking towards the left half of the service area, Kimura Hiroya's eyes were stunned, and the look of shock lingered in his eyes and could not be dissipated for a long time.

"Keep coming!"

Yuuki Satoru chuckled, kept moving his hands, threw the tennis ball again, and another fast and accurate serve came.

At the end of the game, Yuuki Satoru won by a large margin.

By this time, the sunset had completely set and the sky was getting dark.

People in the tennis park left in twos and threes, and soon only Yuuki Satoru was left.

He was sitting alone on a park bench.

Hold the handle of the banana between your index finger and thumb and push downward slightly.

tear-

The yellow banana peel is easily peeled off, revealing the white flesh inside.

Pop it into your mouth three or two times, and use the light salt water prepared in advance to clean up the two bananas neatly.

Bananas can quickly provide enough energy, while light salt water can replenish the salt lost in sweat during exercise.

wow~
  Yuki Satoru turned on the faucet of the sink by the roadside.

The cold water slapped on my cheeks, and most of the fatigue disappeared, and my whole body became energetic.

"call--"

Yuki Satoru let out a long breath.

In front of his eyes, a virtual light screen that only he could see appeared.

[Name: Yuki Satoru]

【Age: 12】

[Five-dimensional: The five-dimensional data of the template character is in brackets]

【Strength: 1.8 (1.7)】

【Speed: 2.5 (2.1)】

[Stamina: 2.2 (2)]

【Spirit: 3 (2.5)】

[Technique: 2.5 (2.2)]

[Total: 12 (10.5)]

[Loading character template: Shinji Koganei]

[Character core skills: basic (cyan), wild lynx (silver)]

The information on the entire light screen is very concise, and Yuki Satoru's real-time five-dimensional data is recorded on it.

This is Yuki Satoru's golden finger.

More than six months ago, when all the memories of the past life were awakened, this virtual panel appeared.

After repeated groping, Yuki Satoru figured out the capabilities of this panel.

It can load character templates of players from various schools in [Kuroko's Basketball] on itself, and it can use the characteristics of the templates to quickly improve its strength.

　The five-dimensional data of anime and comics will be used as a reference, but the strength of the players will not be divided entirely based on it in the text.

　　The main reason is that some data don't convince me completely. For example, Fudomine Kamio's speed is also 5, as is Ninzu Ken who easily defeated him.

　　In this book, according to the tradition of King of Nets fandom, the scale of the competition is used to divide the strength.

　　However, it does not mean that participating in the national competition will give you national-level strength. The so-called national-level players refer to people who have a certain degree of dominance in the national competition.

　　地区预赛级，5～7；都大会级，7～12；关东级，12～18；全国门槛，18～20；全国级以上五维需要破20。

　　A little different from the anime, but pretty much the same.

　　Finally, the new book sets sail, please read it!
  　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)