NBA Skills: Dominating Kuroko no Basket

Shiro locked his gaze on LaVine. He assumed a triple-threat position, leaning forward slightly, knees bent, and hands poised in a shooting stance, ready to fire at any moment.

Since mastering Anthony:Triple Threat technique, Shiro had repeatedly found success in games, leaving opponents struggling to defend against him.

Pivoting on his left foot, Shiro quickly jab-stepped outward with his right.

LaVine immediately took a small step back, wary of a potential drive.

But Shiro defied expectations. He suddenly leaped, feigning a pull-up jumper with precision.

LaVine, eager to contest, sprang into the air, only to realize mid-flight that Shiro hadn't actually left the ground.

His eyes widened in disbelief, his face painted with shock.

Shiro paid no mind to LaVine's astonishment. Taking advantage of the moment, he dribbled forward a step and executed a smooth pull-up jumper just inside the arc.

Rather than recklessly driving into the paint for a contested finish, Shiro showcased his impeccable skill and judgment, opting for a safer offensive approach.

LaVine, still recovering from his earlier leap, could do nothing but watch.

Swish! The basketball traced a perfect arc through the air, landing cleanly in the net with a crisp sound.

With that shot, Shiro secured the Generation of Miracles' first points of the game.

The score was now 7:2.

The American team recognized Shiro's skill immediately. They refrained from blaming LaVine and instead focused on setting up their next offensive play.

Schröder, dribbling with precision, advanced to the three-point line. His sharp eyes scanned the court before signaling for Davis to set a pick.

Davis responded swiftly, stepping forward and effectively screening Akashi.

Sensing danger, Murasakibara abandoned his usual indifference and quickly switched positions with Akashi, taking over Davis' defense.

Seeing the defensive adjustment, Schröder passed to Davis at the top of the key.

At that moment, Russell moved in for a handoff with Davis, cleanly receiving the ball.

With Davis providing a solid screen, Russell had a clear path and wasted no time pulling up for a shot.

Midorima, delayed by Davis' screen, was slow to recover, and Akashi, given his smaller frame, couldn't significantly contest the shot.

Swish! The ball sliced cleanly through the net once more, perfectly executed within Russell's rhythm.

The score shifted to 10:2, with the American team extending their lead.

Akashi, refusing to back down, quickly launched a long pass to Aomine, who was already sprinting toward midcourt.

Aomine caught the ball in stride and bolted toward the hoop without hesitation.

Seeing Aomine's fast break, Wiggins reacted swiftly, sprinting after him. Although Aomine had slipped past unnoticed, Wiggins closed the gap with astonishing speed.

Aomine, moving like lightning, reached the paint in the blink of an eye.

Wiggins, right on his heels, bore down relentlessly.

Without hesitation, Aomine prepared to gather the ball and take three steps toward a layup.

Wiggins smirked. "You think you can score so easily? Too naive!" He was confident in his extraordinary leaping ability, viewing Aomine's attempt as a direct challenge.

As Aomine gathered the ball, Wiggins launched himself upward, aiming for a highlight-reel block.

But then, something unexpected happened.

Aomine stopped abruptly after his first step, pivoting on his left foot as if nailed to the floor.

His lips curled into a confident smile.

As Wiggins soared through the air, Aomine unleashed a formless shot, flicking the ball effortlessly toward the hoop.

Suddenly, Akashi's voice rang out: "Watch out, Aomine!"

Aomine's heart sank as a sense of foreboding washed over him.

Before the ball left his hands, it was snatched away.

Turning in shock, Aomine saw Schröder, who had slipped into the paint unnoticed during Wiggins' chase, stealing the ball cleanly.

Schröder wasted no time. Spotting Davis ahead, he launched a quarterback-like pass.

"Damn it!" Akashi cursed under his breath, his expression grim. The Generation of Miracles were too far from Davis to stop him, leaving Murasakibara in a one-on-one situation with Davis.

Given Murasakibara's recent struggles against Davis, Akashi could only hope his teammate would hold the line.

Near the basket, Davis aggressively bumped Murasakibara aside, creating space before pivoting off his right foot for a fadeaway jumper.

Murasakibara, despite the pain from Davis' earlier collision, sprang back with lightning speed, attempting a block.

But Davis had baited him again. The fadeaway was just a fake.

Pivoting smoothly, Davis executed a hook shot, uncontested.

The ball kissed the backboard and dropped through the hoop.

The score shifted to 12:2.

In just three minutes, the American team had opened a ten-point lead.

The Generation of Miracles looked shaken, their faces grim. As the future of Japanese basketball, they were being completely outplayed. Even against America's elite high school players, they hadn't expected to fall behind 12:2 so quickly.

"Timeout!"

Coach Sanada immediately called for a timeout, his face etched with disbelief. Perhaps he had placed too much faith in the Generation of Miracles after their dominant performances in the national competition.