Kuroko no Basket: Honored One

The penetrating power of the Six Eyes had exceeded Akashi's expectations.

But it no longer mattered. The super sixth man he had prepared for Kirisaki Daiichi—even if Tendou could see it—he still wouldn't be able to stop it.

"Hmph," Tendou grunted softly, as if sensing Akashi's thoughts, and began to speed up his dribble.

The shadowy beast in his eyes grew even deeper and more intense, especially in this one-on-one matchup.

"I'm coming, Akashi!"

Hearing that, Akashi's left eye snapped open.

A golden ring spread from his left eye, enveloping Tendou completely.

He could now perceive Tendou's breathing, heartbeat, perspiration, and even the micro-movements of his muscles.

"Even if you possess something akin to the Emperor Eye, the future I see stretches farther than yours."

This wasn't mere boasting. When it came to "eye" techniques, Akashi's second personality had already reached its peak.

In the movie version, he had even stolen the ball from Nash.

But at the same time…

"You're far too reliant on your eyes, Akashi."

Tendou's gaze gleamed brighter than ever before, like a pair of dazzling sapphires under sunlight—radiant and formidable.

Both of them now fearlessly pushed their eyes to the limit, trying to predict what came next.

What would happen next?

Everyone was watching, breath held, wondering what kind of clash would unfold between two players who could both see the future.

But ironically, what Tendou and Akashi saw—they themselves could not fully grasp.

Boom!

The basketball pounded the ground like a wild beast, echoing like a lion's roar as Tendou drove it with fierce control.

He had chosen the same approach as Akashi: reading and reacting at the very last possible moment.

And it was tough.

Only now, facing him directly, did Akashi realize how insane Tendou's drive was.

He could clearly see the trajectory of the ball, but his body simply couldn't keep up with the movements Tendou was executing.

"Hah—"

In the midst of this intense clash, Akashi noticed Tendou take a deep breath.

He understood what that meant: Tendou was about to unleash his full strength.

Sure enough, Tendou burst out with a speed on par with Aomine, surging to the right.

"This kind of future reading... what?!"

Before Akashi could finish his thought, he suddenly noticed an unexpected double image in front of him.

That blurry figure resolved into Tendou.

With a lightning-quick change of direction, he easily shook off Akashi and slid past him.

"He got through?!"

Many in the audience widened their eyes in shock.

Just moments ago, Akashi had been unable to break through—how did Tendou manage to?

"Is it because of the no-blind-spot vision difference?"

"That's not all. There's also a gap in individual skill," Aida Riko analyzed as she watched the court.

So far, Tendou was the most perfectly built athlete she'd ever seen—he was flawless in every way.

Speed, strength, stamina, vertical—every attribute was top-tier.

Kise was also a well-balanced player, but compared to Tendou, he was just a lesser version. Every area fell slightly short.

Even Tendou's body proportions were ideal—long where they should be, short where it counts, and his muscle structure was practically textbook perfection.

It was as if he'd been born for basketball.

That was the biggest difference between Akashi and Tendou.

Tendou charged into Rakuzan's paint. Big man Nebuya Eikichi stepped up immediately to contest, leaping high with arms outstretched for a block.

He braced himself for a man-to-man collision, a true test of power between two alphas.

But Tendou switched mid-air, opting for a finger roll instead of a dunk. The ball soared just over Nebuya's fingertips and fell cleanly through the net.

After scoring, Tendou landed lightly and turned casually, strolling right past Akashi.

One of the Uncrowned Kings—completely and utterly ignored.

Akashi stood motionless, silent.

He recalled what Tendou had just said. Deep down, he pondered:

"So that's what you meant… your ability surpasses mine?"

After that intense opening, it was Kirisaki Daiichi who scored first.

2–0.

Tendou had netted the first basket of the finals.

Nebuya clenched his fists, frustrated that his muscle wasn't strong enough.

"If only my body were tougher, no way he'd have scored so easily!"

"Muscle-brain, did all your nutrition go to your limbs, leaving none for your brain?"

"Huh? What did you say, you bastard Hanamiya?!"

"I said you're an idiot. You really thought you could stop a monster like that? You think your brute strength means anything?"

After Hayama, Hanamiya Makoto was now on the offensive—with his mouth.

Judging by his attitude, he was ready to go 1-on-3 with his own teammates.

In this moment, Reo Mibuchi stepped forward, brushing his cheek seductively. "Why must I engage with creatures like you?"

A muscle freak, a hot-blooded fool, and a dark-hearted gremlin... among the Uncrowned Kings, Reo felt like he was the only normal one.

"Huh?" Hanamiya immediately took offense and was about to fire back—

But Akashi's cold gaze swept over.

"Ball in."

Two simple words.

The Uncrowned Kings instantly fell into line.

Hanamiya lost interest and retreated into defensive position.

Akashi just gave off that kind of presence.

Even more troublesome than his own captain—someone Hanamiya really didn't want to mess with.

Step, step, step…

Akashi slowly dribbled the ball past half court. Once again, he and Tendou locked eyes just outside the three-point arc.

Gazing into the paint, now completely locked down by Tendou's presence, Akashi stepped in without hesitation.

"Your ability is stronger than mine?"

"You're far too arrogant, Tendou!"

Akashi was still as domineering as ever, meeting Tendou head-on.

Just like he did later when facing Nash—even though Nash was a college-level player, older than him by a year—Akashi never showed fear.

He launched a fierce assault, constantly shifting position, attempting to shake Tendou through precise rhythm control and footwork.

This was a stark contrast to Tendou's fast and aggressive style. Akashi's approach was more refined—relying on pace variation.

"You're just refusing to accept reality," Tendou said coolly, keeping pace without yielding an inch.

He continually adjusted his stance, blocking every route Akashi tried to take.

The two figures clashed and weaved across the court, their eyes never leaving each other.

It was a battle of will and skill so intense, it left everyone breathless.

But…

"He can't get through!"

"Little Akashi can't shake Little Tendou's defense!"

"Could it really be a difference in player ability?"

Kise was stunned. This was Akashi Seijūrō, after all.

He still vividly remembered how Akashi once dominated even Murasakibara.

There was no way Akashi would ever accept such a thing.

"So what if you can see the entire court's future? In a one-on-one, it's all about the individual's strength!"

Akashi baited Tendou with an intentional opening. Tendou took the chance and swatted the ball.

As Tendou moved in to claim possession, Akashi suddenly spun and smashed his elbow into the ball, sending it flying.

The force of the strike was so fierce, even Tendou couldn't react in time to intercept it—it rocketed toward the wing.

"Now... let me show you the new sixth man I've prepared!"

Smack!

The ball soared toward what seemed to be an empty zone—only it wasn't.

A pair of hands reached out to intercept it.

From the audience, Kuroko's eyes widened in shock.

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