The Generation of Miracles—specifically Haizaki Shōgo—single-handedly destroyed an entire team.
In just one quarter…
He shattered Shinkyō.
40–6.
And that "6"…
Was earned only because Haizaki stole, blocked, and countered Akashi in pure monster-mode, forcing the few points they managed to scrape out!
Anyone familiar with the Generation of Miracles already expected their high-school debut to be explosive—but no one imagined…
It would be this explosive.
And the most absurd thing?
Haizaki—who only played one quarter—was technically holding back.
That was the conclusion every shocked fan reached a few days later, after the Weekly Basketball magazine published the updated national high-school results.
Among the games that would later be collectively known as "The First-Round Massacres"
At the exact same time Seirin's debut match ended
In Akita…
Another catastrophe was unfolding.
Yōsen's First Match: Yōsen vs. Takigawa
Out of caution, Yōsen reviewed Takigawa's game footage. Their judgment: Takigawa was slightly above Akita's average high-school level—stronger, but not by much.
Even so, with a new year and new momentum, Coach Araki Masako chose to field Yōsen's strongest lineup for their opening game.
No.9 – C – 208 cm: Murasakibara Atsushi
No.4 – PF – 200 cm: Okamura Kenichi
No.6 – SF – 203 cm: Liu Wei
No.10 – SG – 195 cm: Midorima Shintarō
No.5 – PG – 176 cm: Fukui Kensuke
And then
The moment Yōsen stepped onto the court…
Everyone froze.
The audience froze.
The sideline reporters froze.
The opponents
Were frozen the most.
And when the game started, Takigawa's defense, intimidated by Yōsen's terrifying height, immediately collapsed inward, afraid of being crushed in the paint.
However
Yōsen's offense involved four men up front and one Murasakibara spacing out in the backcourt like an oversized bystander…
Stunning everyone.
Even though…
Midorima opened unusually normal—no half-court threes, not even extra-deep threes.
On the court
Midorima adjusted his glasses and ran straight up the middle.
Takigawa's defenders noticed he wasn't looking to receive the ball—only repositioning. But the next second, Takigawa's point guard sensed something wrong.
Not with one player.
With all of Yōsen.
"!?"
Okamura and Liu Wei—two 2-meter giants—did not enter the paint at all. Instead, they stood left and right of the free-throw line like two gatekeepers.
Liu Wei rotated, receiving Fukui's pass.
Fukui immediately sprinted along the baseline, setting a screen for Midorima, who was cutting from the baseline toward the free-throw line.
Then
After the screen, Fukui drifted to the perimeter, ready to receive Liu Wei's pass again.
The moment Midorima crossed the free-throw line
The two gatekeepers moved inward simultaneously, closing like massive doors in front of Takigawa's chasing defenders.
A screen with no telegraphed motion—nothing obvious until the very second Midorima passed, and the door slammed shut.
Textbook illegal screen?
It should have been—if not for how perfectly they timed it, locking in the exact moment defenders attempted to slip through.
Too late to avoid.
Both defenders ran straight into a wall.
What!?
FWIP!
Midorima caught the ball off Fukui's pass.
Eyes up.
In his vision
The tactical "Omikuji Lines" overlapped and twisted in space.
Across Takigawa's defense
From positioning, speed, height, to every detail he gleaned from video study
After tactical compensation and godlike calculation
All outcomes projected in his mental "tactical fortune-telling"…
Were zero.
Even the probability of someone contesting his shot…
0%.
Midorima released the ball.
The impossibly high arc soared through the gym lights, the long hanging time pressing down on everyone's hearts.
SWISH.
Like a kingfisher diving cleanly into water
The orange flash dropped, the net rippled gently, and the ball thudded onto the floor.
Midorima looked sharply toward the sidelines.
Momoi…
Tell the senpai when you go back.
The old, inconsistent me is gone—this time, I'm fighting for the title of strongest.
This match…
Is my declaration of war.
The arc was so high it looked like he shot it into the ceiling. First-time viewers stared wide-eyed.
"What kind of shot is that…?"
"How much power do you need to shoot that high?"
"The real question is—how is he that accurate?!"
"Did you see? He shot from beyond the three-point line!"
"That's normal range. Midorima even shoots from half-court—regularly. In his third year of junior high… anywhere on the court was his natural shooting range."
"No kidding…"
"Didn't expect him to become more cautious in high school."
Takigawa's coach: "..."
He was outclassed.
Utterly outclassed.
In shooting…
In tactics…
In execution…
And the worst part
Yōsen only used four players on offense. The giant in the backcourt wasn't even trying.
A terrifying message:
They weren't using full strength.
And so—Midorima's 0% prophecy came true.
For the entire quarter, he shot with absolute freedom.
Partially because Takigawa had no answer for Yōsen's shifting screens and tactics.
Partially because of their coach's bold strategy:
Ignore Midorima. Defend everyone else.
Force him to shoot nonstop and drain his stamina.
Takigawa's coach refused to believe any high-school player could maintain 100% efficiency under pressure.
Except
He didn't meet Midorima Shintarō.
By the end, the coach sat numb.
"That monster… he really makes every shot he takes!"
And the other monster in the backcourt?
Murasakibara.
A one-man anti-air defense system.
Everything within the three-point line was a no-fly zone.
No shots.
No layups.
No floaters.
All denied.
At the end of the 1st quarter
50–0.
Midorima alone scored 50 points.
One full quarter
Nothing but Midorima's shooting and Murasakibara's blocks.
Takigawa's coach abandoned his strategy within minutes, sending all defenders at Midorima.
But
The green-haired demon played like Takigawa owed him money.
He shot them into oblivion.
Their captain sat on the bench, trembling, drinking water.
He was the one assigned to guard Midorima.
As a shooting guard, he had height.
He had speed.
But against Midorima
Not tall enough.
Not fast enough.
For an entire quarter, Midorima turned him into a training cone.
"Coach… our plan failed miserably…"
"He's not tiring at all. He's just running and shooting."
"And even when we contest him, it doesn't matter—he's too accurate!"
Takigawa's coach sighed helplessly.
Against a pure talent gap this large
There was no strategy left.
Second Quarter
Yōsen still did not substitute.
Coach Araki watched intensely, taking notes from time to time.
Finally, Takigawa managed to get a shot off!
Not score.
Just shoot without being blocked.
But
CLANG!
Brick.
Murasakibara had already rotated out of the paint. Takigawa fought hard for the rebound—until a shadow crashed in from behind.
A massive impact made their bodies freeze.
"What the~"
"I thought it was going in~"
"Midorin makes those easily, right? Is it really that hard~?"
They didn't need to turn around.
They already knew who it was.
The monster.
And he already secured the rebound
Except…
He wasn't passing.
He was running.
A center.
Running all the way downcourt.
Alone.
Murasakibara didn't dribble with technique—only raw strength. Defenders stuck onto him were dragged like bags of rice.
He bulldozed from backcourt to frontcourt
Passed off briefly
Then his real offense began.
His style changed completely.
With a spinning motion like a giant top, his purple hair swung dramatically.
Left foot pivot.
Front spin.
Half-spin to push back the defender, then a return spin.
One-handed pump fake—Takigawa's center refused to jump.
Then he dribbled once, turned again
Fake hook
Defender jumped too early.
Cancel the fake—backward jump.
In mid-air, he arched his huge frame.
SLAM!!
A violent reverse dunk crushed the rim, shaking the entire gym.
The ball shot through the net and bounced far across the floor.
Thunderous cheers erupted.
"So fast!"
"Such complex footwork—so clean!"
"He's a skill center?! I never expected that!"
"Heh~ you didn't watch junior high basketball. I saw this in the All-Japan finals. When the Generation of Miracles reaches high school… they were always going to cause chaos."
The dunk was both elegant and destructive—smooth footwork followed by an explosive back-slam.
The arena noise even drowned out the referee whistle.
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"Red No.7—defensive foul!"
"Purple No.9—one free throw!"
Okamura glanced nervously at the backboard.
Still intact.
"Good thing the equipment here is sturdy…"
Fukui nodded tremulously.
Murasakibara stepped to the line
And missed.
"Murasakibara…"
"Why are you back to your old shooting form?"
"Eh~? But the gorilla's form is ugly~"
Midorima and Murasakibara jogged back together, bickering lightly.
Takigawa remained silent.
Their morale had been completely flattened.
From the moment they saw Yōsen's height advantage, doubt had already started.
The series of unexpected blows…
Midorima's massacre…
Murasakibara's domination…
And this dunk
It was the final straw.
Their spirit dissolved.
And facing the coming tragedy…
They were utterly powerless.
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