NBA Skills: Dominating Kuroko no Basket

At night, Shiro lay quietly on his bed. He seemed to be resting with his eyes closed, but in reality, he was reviewing his system interface.

"Show my stats" Shiro muttered in his mind.

Player Profile

Name: Kawakami Shiro

- Age: 13

- Height: 184 cm

- Weight: 75 kg

- Strength: A

- Speed: A

- Stamina: A+

Skills:

- Stephen Curry – 3-Point Shooting

- Kawhi Leonard – Lockdown Defense

- Allen Iverson – Crossover Dribble

- Tracy McGrady – Pull-up Jumper

- Kobe Bryant – Fadeaway Jumper

- Magic Johnson – No-look passing

- Dwyane Wade – EuroStep

- Harden – Double Step-Back

Skill Points (SP): 7456

Over the past year, Shiro had accumulated a lot of skill points but hadn't spent any yet, feeling it wasn't necessary. However, things were different now. Aomine's performance had been improving at an alarming rate, and Shiro realized it was time to enhance his arsenal.

"Not bad. My physical attributes have improved significantly. System, open the skill store"

Skill Store:

- Olajuwon – Dream Shake – 2000 SP

- Nowitzki – One-Legged Fadeaway – 2000 SP

- Jordan – Hangtime – 2000 SP

- Duncan – Bank Shot – 2000 SP

- Anthony – Triple Threat – 2000 SP

"Whoa! It has even got Jordan's Hangtime?!" Shiro's eyes widened in disbelief. Without hesitation, he selected Jordan: Hangtime and quickly completed the exchange. "Let's also grab Anthony: Triple Threat and Olajuwon: Dream Shake while I'm at it"

Shiro chose Anthony's Triple Threat simply because he liked it, while Olajuwon's Dream Shake was perfect for compensating for his lack of post moves.

"Ugh, back to being broke again" Shiro muttered as he looked at his remaining 1,456 skill points, feeling a pang of regret. "System, open the training space. Set opponents to the Generation of Miracles during their first year of high school"

...

Swish!

The sound of a clean basket echoed as the ball passed through the hoop with precision.

"Aomine's already scored over 50 points!"

"He's unstoppable! Truly unmatched!"

All eyes in the gym were glued to Aomine as he turned into a relentless scoring machine, overwhelming his opponents with an explosive offensive performance.

At that moment, the doors to the Teiko basketball gym slowly opened. Kuroko walked in with light steps and headed straight for Akashi, who was standing at the center of the court.

"Sorry to interrupt" Kuroko said softly.

Akashi turned toward him with a slight smile. "Oh, you're here. Thanks for your efforts yesterday."

Kuroko scanned the gym, his eyes darting around before he frowned in confusion. "Where are Aomine and Kise? And Midorima?"

Before Akashi could respond, Murasakibara appeared behind Kuroko, gently ruffling his hair with a massive hand. "You were throwing up so much yesterday. Are you okay now?"

Kuroko slipped away from Murasakibara's grasp just as Shiro walked over to Akashi with a basketball in hand. "Aomine's playing in the second-string match. It should still be going on."

...

Meanwhile, the match continued at full throttle.

Kise, sitting on the bench, watched with wide eyes, unable to believe what he was seeing. His gaze was fixed on Aomine's jaw-dropping moves.

Once again, Aomine effortlessly drove into the paint. With a one-handed slam, he scored in a sequence that was fluid and unstoppable.

Even Midorima, usually calm and composed, was visibly shaken as sweat poured down his face. Aomine's performance was nothing short of extraordinary—dominant and unrelenting.

The score was now a staggering 132:48.

On the next possession, Aomine carried the ball down the court. Facing his first defender, he executed a perfect double crossover, leaving the opponent behind in an instant.

Then, with a stunning spin move, he evaded the second defender's attempt to stop him.

Finally, ignoring the packed defense in the paint, Aomine leapt high into the air and threw down a ferocious dunk. The sound of the slam reverberated through the gym, drawing gasps and cheers from the crowd.

As the audience erupted in applause, Aomine felt a surge of exhilaration. Yet, when he glanced back, he saw his opponents standing still, exhausted and defeated. None of them had the energy to even move, their morale completely shattered.

The sight wiped the smile off Aomine's face. His earlier excitement was replaced with an uneasy frustration he couldn't quite explain.

When the final whistle blew, signaling the end of the match, Aomine walked off the court without a word. Unlike his usual self, he didn't celebrate with his teammates or say anything. All he wanted was to leave as quickly as possible.

...

That evening, Aomine walked home, his expression troubled as his thoughts wandered.

"Aomine… Aomine!" Kuroko called out as he caught up to him. "What's wrong? You've been zoning out."

"Nothing. It's nothing" Aomine replied flatly, turning his head away.

"You've been in great form lately," Kuroko commented.

"Yeah, I guess." Aomine turned to Kuroko, hesitating. "I was going to say… Never mind"

"Since you solidified your playstyle, you've been paying more attention to the people around you" Kuroko observed.

"Huh?"

"It's called observing people. I use it for misdirection."

Before Aomine could respond, Shiro and Momoi walked over, holding hands, their presence breaking the tension.