The first team's training was the most rigorous.
The second team was considered a bit more relaxed compared to the first, and the third team enjoyed even greater freedom.
“First up, warm-up!”
A group of people began moving their joints in place.
Warming up was crucial. Athletics was inherently injury-prone, and a proper warm-up prepared the body, minimizing the risk of getting hurt.
Nijimura Shuzo led the warm-up, and when he felt it was sufficient, he moved on to the next exercise.
“Next up, dribbling around the court!”
Gen'u Hi-sō received a basketball, and immediately noticed a difference in its feel.
The ball that felt so hard yesterday now felt much softer in his hands!
“Hehehe, Violent King, take it easy for a bit. If you drop the ball, just pick it up and keep going!”
Aomine Daiki was chuckling mischievously.
Akashi Seijūrō and the others also turned their attention to Gen'u Hi-sō.
This training exercise posed no challenge for the rest of them.
Dribbling and running was the most basic skill.
For Gen'u Hi-sō, however, it was a hurdle. His performance yesterday was still fresh in everyone's minds—he couldn't hold the ball for more than a few steps!
“Gen'u-kun, go for it!”
“Yeah, Gen'u, take it slow!”
Everyone began running while dribbling the ball, cheering each other on.
Many kept an eye on Gen'u Hi-sō as they ran.
Watching a newbie make a fool of himself was quite entertaining.
Gen'u Hi-sō bounced the ball on the ground, getting a feel for it, before joining the others.
“Boom! Boom! Boom!”
The basketball rhythmically bounced between the ground and Gen'u Hi-sō's hands.
Seeing him dribble so effortlessly, everyone was incredulous.
“Did... did I just see that?”
“No way! Even if he's cheating, he needs to be a little more subtle! Yesterday, he couldn't hold the ball, and now he's doing this?”
“Holy crap! Did he practice all night? Even then, it's impossible to dribble this steadily while running!”
“Maybe he was faking it yesterday? This dog was fooling everyone!”
“Impossible! There's nothing unusual about yesterday or today. The only explanation is that he's naturally cut out for basketball!”
“Suddenly, I understand why he got directly into the first team with yesterday's performance! Coach White Gold's eye for talent is truly remarkable!”
The group was astounded, and their balls slipped from their grasp.
Everyone was scrambling after their balls.
Nijimura Shuzo silently picked up his ball. Noticing that no one was paying attention, he shouted:
“What's going on! Can't even hold a ball? If this happens again, everyone's doing extra training!”
Gen'u Hi-sō remained composed. As he continuously dribbled, his mood lightened.
This was top-tier ball-handling—the ball was now obedient to him.
First circle with right-hand dribbling, then switch to the left.
After a few circles, he began practicing passing, constantly passing with a partner.
Crossover dribble, behind-the-back dribble.
By the end of the first stage of training, Gen'u Hi-sō had become a seasoned player.
“Everyone, take a break. Next up, we'll do some physical training!”
The physical training included exercises to strengthen the upper body, mainly pull-ups.
There was also plank, which targeted core strength.
And frog jumps for lower body strength!
These were all the most basic exercises.
Teikō High naturally had various specialized equipment for physical training, but they mostly stuck to simple workouts.
Specialized training was only used when needed.
After all, some equipment required supervision to prevent injuries.
The series of exercises left everyone drenched in sweat.
“Okay, that's it for training today. You're free to do as you please!”
Nijimura Shuzo left after speaking.
Some went to take showers and prepare to go home.
Others sat around and chatted.
And some, like Aomine Daiki, started playing basketball.
Gen'u Hi-sō, pulled by Aomine Daiki, joined him.
“Violent King, I see you've improved. Let's see you shoot!”
Aomine Daiki passed him the ball.
Gen'u Hi-sō caught the ball, glanced at the basket, and released the ball in his hand.
The ball soared through the air, landing squarely on the ground!
“Hahaha! Air ball! This is the Gen'u I know!”
Aomine Daiki doubled over with laughter.
Midorima Shintarō on the side covered his forehead.
This shot was truly terrible!
But considering it was Gen'u Hi-sō, he could accept it.
It was already unbelievable that he'd improved his ball-handling to this level in just one day.
He couldn't set his expectations too high!
Gen'u Hi-sō held the ball and took another shot.
This time, it wasn't an air ball, it hit the rim.
He picked it up and shot again!
“Swish!”
The sound of the ball passing through the net.
Aomine Daiki rubbed his eyes.
“Holy crap! Nothing but net!”
For most people, a bank shot was a good start, and it would take a long time to hit nothing but net. But this guy...
He'd only just started, how could he already be hitting nothing but net?
“You go again!”
Aomine Daiki didn't believe it! He picked up the ball and passed it back to Gen'u Hi-sō.
Gen'u Hi-sō caught the basketball and casually released a shot.
“Swish!”
Another basket!
Everyone who was still around was in a frenzy! They all jumped on Gen'u Hi-sō, pinning him to the ground!
“Gen'u! You're a monster! Why are you improving so fast?!”
“This is infuriating! I can't stand it anymore!”
“Beat him up! If Gen'u doesn't die, I won't live anymore!”
“Aaaaah! Beat him! Beat him!”
Their cries were ferocious, but their punches were weak.
Midorima Shintarō watched from the side and muttered "Boring", but his hands were honest.
His little fists kept punching!