Prologue

"Fast break! Go run!"

It was only twenty seconds remaining and Hachiman had the ball as he was bringing it down to the Americans' goal. However, he saw that his passing lane was cut off as Aomine and Kise were both sealed in the perimeter while passing it to their purple headed center would be tantamount to suicide as the paint was clogged.

"Dammit!"

"Hachiman!"

The boy with rotten eyes heard his name called out and he turned to see Midorima suddenly running from his mark coming from the right wing. 'We can do this! I had to believe in teamwork for now, even if it means abandoning individuality!' Hachiman furiously thought as he makes a smooth chest pass to the glasses-wearing left-handed shooter, who catches it with ease and was prepared to shoot when suddenly...

The arms of the American defender was already shadowing Midorima as the former jumps higher to try to stop the shot. But to his surprise, the Japanese didn't immediately jumped and instead, he was going for one last gamble.

"Pump fake?!"

Finally making one last gasp, Midorima sprang up as in a matter of seconds, both he and his mark collided as he releases the ball high up in the air. Everyone in the gymnasium held their breaths, be it a player or a spectator, as the leather basketball went for a beautiful arch and towards the iron hoop.

It was the deciding shot that is intended to break the stalemate between the two opposing forces in the hardwood court.