Just when everyone at the venue was angry but didn't dare speak out, former national team player and organizer of this exhibition game, Aida Kagetora, stepped forward.
He pointed at Nash angrily: "Wait a minute, you brats."
As an elder of Japanese basketball, he couldn't tolerate Nash's contempt and insults.
Even though Japanese basketball indeed didn't have much status worldwide.
"Dad?" Aida Riko saw her father step up from the audience seats, feeling both proud and worried.
Based on her understanding of her old father, what was about to happen probably wouldn't end so simply.
Sure enough, Aida Kagetora's next words nearly made her faint on the spot.
"One week later, revenge match. If we lose, I'll commit seppuku!"
Aida Kagetora glared fiercely at the few kids in front of him.
Seppuku?
Suicide?
Nash's gaze swept over the cameras—this was a live broadcast to all of Japan, with no room for backing down.
"Are you serious? Monkey uncle?"
"Of course. If you're scared, apologize to us right now, immediately!"
Hearing this, Nash covered his forehead and laughed coldly.
"I accept your challenge. I'm very curious to see how monkeys commit seppuku."
After saying this, he led the Jabberwock team away from the court, not wanting to stay even one more second, as if the air were poisonous.
The match was set just like that.
'Playing it this big?'
'Japanese people really are scary—always talking about seppuku.'
'I suddenly remembered Sekiya!'
'I want to commit seppuku~ I want to commit seppuku~ I want to commit seppuku~'
'Pfft, I admit my sense of humor is a bit low—don't make me laugh anymore.'
The real-world audience immediately got sidetracked.
Tendou was impressed—it seemed there was no topic these viewers couldn't discuss.
Just give them a keyword and they could chat about anything!
As for who would play this match, they had already guessed.
"This is too reckless! Where can we find people to defeat such a team?" Aida Riko was so anxious her brain stopped working.
All she could think about was that if her old father died, she'd have to inherit his gym early.
Hyuga Junpei beside her said, "There are people. I think I know what we should do."
"What plan?"
"Isn't it obvious, Riko? Of course it's about finding people who can defeat Jabberwock."
"Defeat Jabberwock? How is such a thing possi..." Aida Riko stopped mid-sentence, suddenly stunned as images of those monsters involuntarily surfaced in her mind.
"You mean..."
"That's right, the Generation of Miracles. If it's them, they definitely have a chance to defeat Jabberwock," Hyuga Junpei stared seriously at Aida Riko. "Don't forget how we were handled by that Tendou guy. It's time for others to taste that monster's medicine!"
"Right, if it's the Generation of Miracles, they might not lose to Jabberwock!"
The two young people exchanged glances, no longer pessimistic, having found hope.
...
The game ended.
The broadcast also ended.
This exhibition game could be said to be a complete broadcast accident, with too many unexpected surprises.
By the time audiences realized what had happened, the internet was already full of discussions about the revenge match one week later.
Although Aida Kagetora had been retired for years, he was still a professional player from Japan's golden era, with considerable connections and reputation.
His proactive request for a revenge match represented not just himself, but the dignity of Japanese basketball.
The moment the broadcast ended, Aida Kagetora's phone was flooded with calls.
Many people were recommending capable players to him, wanting to help him overcome this crisis and win this war.
College league players were at his disposal—his friends expressed they would fully cooperate.
However, Aida Kagetora took an unconventional path, not selecting any college players but instead looking for people in the high school league.
Shutoku Basketball Club Head Coach's Office.
Head Coach Nakatani's phone rang.
"Nakatani!"
"I know what you mean. You want Midorima, right? I agree."
Nakatani received Aida Kagetora's call and without a second's hesitation, directly approved.
He also told him that as long as it was someone he had his eye on, Shutoku would definitely fully cooperate.
"Then I won't be polite with you. I want your team's Midorima Shintaro and Takao Kazunari."
Shutoku's ace backcourt combination.
This was the absolute core of royal Shutoku's lineup.
...
Next was Yosen.
Araki Masako was even more decisive than Nakatani.
She said into the phone, "I'll convince that Murasakibara guy. If he dares refuse, I'll tie him up and drag him to you."
"You're a huge help, Masako."
"I'm not helping you—I'm helping our basketball."
Araki Masako hung up and immediately picked up her bamboo sword.
"Coach, what are you going to do?" The assistant coach looked at her fearfully.
"What am I going to do?" Araki Masako walked straight out of the office. "Where's that Murasakibara guy? Tell him there's work to do!"
Then came Too, Kaijo, and Rakuzan.
Their coaches all gave Aida Kagetora the green light.
When Aida Kagetora wanted people, they gave him people. When he needed money, they could only grit their teeth and contribute from their own pockets.
Who told him to own a gym?
Many coaches didn't have his financial foundation.
And so.
Before long.
In a temporary gymnasium, familiar faces—Murasakibara, Aomine, Midorima, Akashi, Kise, as well as Kuroko and Kagami—had all assembled.
"Kuroko suddenly texted me, and I thought something had happened."
"So troublesome."
Murasakibara couldn't help complaining. He had just been watching TV peacefully when his coach suddenly walked in with a sword, making him run to Tokyo without a word.
"Since the opponents have come knocking, we can't pretend not to see it."
Aomine had already changed into his gear, stepped on his feet, and entered the court.
"Hmph." Midorima was as cool as always, adjusting his glasses and approaching silently.
"How nostalgic. I never thought we'd have a day to fight side by side again," Akashi smiled as he looked at these old teammates.
He had originally thought he'd never have a chance to play basketball with his old teammates again in this lifetime.
After all, after college graduation, he would probably enter the Akashi conglomerate to help with the family business.
While his teammates would probably continue galloping on the courts.
He hadn't expected heaven to give him such an opportunity.
Aida Riko looked at the several people on the court, gaining some confidence.
Such a lineup was too dreamlike.
Not to mention high schools—even college leagues could be dominated.
The match one week later definitely had a chance.
However, it seemed like the most crucial person was missing?
"Um, where's Tendou? Didn't you contact him?"
Momoi stood right beside her and answered her question matter-of-factly.
"Tendou? Because he has to film tomorrow, after finishing team training this afternoon, he joined the film crew."
"What?! He's still going to film at a time like this?!"
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