"A natural airhead?"
Nobody had expected Murasakibara Atsushi to be this kind of person.
How to put it?
That monstrous physique paired with this personality—the contrast was jarring.
Completely different from the other geniuses they'd learned about.
Then they looked at Yuuto.
They couldn't help but swallow hard. He really was like a lion, radiating immense pressure, intimidating just to look at.
The match resumed.
Himuro's team had possession.
Right away, they fed the ball to Murasakibara in the paint.
Iwamura Tsutomu instinctively bodied up against him, but the next second, his expression turned to pure shock.
Murasakibara hadn't budged an inch. Dead-fish eyes looked down at him.
The message was clear: Did you actually put any effort into that?
BOOM!
Spin, rise, slam.
In that moment, the entire basketball hoop shook violently. Terrifying power, making the structure itself seem ready to collapse.
Yet Murasakibara looked like he hadn't even tried.
"This kind of strength..." Kagami was dumbfounded.
This wasn't just the rim—it was the entire structure.
"Kuroko?" They turned to look at him. Besides Yuuto, only Kuroko here truly understood Murasakibara.
"Within the Generation of Miracles, everyone believes Murasakibara-kun's talent might actually be the highest."
The highest?
If they hadn't witnessed Aomine and the others' power firsthand, they might have dismissed this. But they'd seen them play.
A talent that surpassed even those monsters—how terrifying would that be?
"An exceptional physique with athletic ability that completely defies it... Murasakibara-kun was born for basketball."
As he spoke—
Yuuto had already brought the ball to the top of the arc.
Let's test this.
He fixed his gaze on Murasakibara in the paint.
Himuro stood before him, trying to anticipate his next move.
Then—
Whoosh!
The ball vanished from Yuuto's hands without a sound.
So fast! Himuro's heart clenched.
This pass was faster than any player could react to.
From start to finish, he never saw Yuuto's passing motion.
The ball bounced rapidly in front of him, then suddenly disappeared.
"It's Yuuto's No-Motion Pass!"
People exclaimed. No matter how many times they saw it, this pass was absurdly quick.
No visible passing motion—everything completed in an instant.
This was truly compressing a defender's reaction time to the limit.
But—
Iwamura intercepted at the basket and went straight up for the dunk.
They were already familiar with Yuuto's passing style. Their reactions were faster than normal.
Yet just as his slam was about to complete, a massive hand descended from the sky, looming over Iwamura's head.
"Impossible!"
Seihō's former captain stared in disbelief. His teammates' expressions weren't any better.
"That was Yuuto's pass."
Tsugawa Tomoki and the others' faces went pale. Apart from that monster Akashi Seijuro, nobody should be able to react to that pass.
"He didn't read it. It was pure reaction."