Title: The Last Battle
Fandom: Slam Dunk
Rating: Green
Genre: sporty, introspective, romantic
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Takehiko Inoue, creator.
Notes: Written for the "Writing The Clash of Titans "
Prompt: War
Words: 3181 (FDP)
Ok ... ad that I do not know how the heck is this thing out XD 'a bunch of basketball (sports that I do not mean at all), Japan, medieval traditions and do not know what else ... But there is no doubt that I have a lot of fun writing it! Enjoy!
The Last Battle
The last game of basketball national championship had not been able to define the game, no: it was a war. The light-heartedness, joy, but also the arrogance mixed with lightness that was the main characteristic of some members of Shohoku - any reference to persons or things is purely coincidental, of course - had disappeared as they approached the game, for give way to discipline and compact union team, under the watchful direction of Miyagi: even if reluctantly, had even given up the classic drunk to celebrate the victory of the semifinals.
Purification
Needless to say, Ayako had banned all athletes of the team to go to the serious partying before the final, forcing them to undergo special training to its end. Ignoring the protests of Mitsui and Miyagi they would rather spend the afternoon playing with the playstation, had managed to drag the whole team at the spa, arguing that a swim would be a cleansing tonic, to get started.
The late afternoon had put them in line for two to the sound of fans and brought them closer to the spa. First, we were immersed in cold pool - "Aya, how do you define cool?! It is ice cold! - Where the players were shivering counted the minutes that separated them from the end of this torture: if at least they were in a swimming pool west, they could do some 'idiots splashing and drowned to warm up! Then it had been shouting in the heated one, getting a good dose of dirty looks from a couple of old men. Soon they had to complain too hot and Ayako had sworn to herself that the next year would not be proposed as manager of the basketball team of the university, under any condition.
Meditation - Boys ... - Miyagi started watching all his teammates. It was a hard task to he had on his back that year, the role of captain, and even if he could bring his kids until then, the next day would find themselves in front of no less than the Sannoh! - We are in deep shit! - Said after a moment's pause, by freezing all present. - That's why I decided to delay a little 'dinner to go to the temple, we gather to meditate and pray to be able to fight better tomorrow -
Needless to say, some of the students tried to protest, but to look once the captain was relentlessly serious and realized that there was little on which to play. Seeing the admiring gaze of Ayako, Miyagi crossed his fingers into his pants pocket, hoping to impress the manager better the role of conscientious captain.
A nice old lady who asked about the nearest temple is proposed to accompany you, listening to relevant reports of all matches won. - You know guys, my husband passed away a few weeks ago, and was a true basketball fan: I was really pleased to meet someone who is animated by his own passion! Tomorrow I will come to cheer for you! - Promised to leave the base of the first steps of the temple.
The boys went up the stairs in silence. Suddenly, on each of them had hit the awareness of the seriousness of dell'indomani game: not only would play for themselves, no. There were so many people to cheer for them, for various reasons, and would not be right to disappoint them. They should have impergnarsi maximum. Watching
standing on "his boys" kneeling in the courtyard paved with stones of the temple, Ayako felt proud of them. Rukawa sat composed and determined, but not just in the corner as it did once, but near Sakuragi, which in turn was not doing the clown, but meditating with eyes closed. Even the students seemed to be committed. The girl allowed herself to launch a last look, the more long, Miyagi and in turn kneeled to pray.
Fasting
- I faaaaame! Aya, please, can we stop to take the takiyaki, eh? I saw a place that sells them right there! - Pleaded Sakuragi diligently as the team returned to the hotel. He was detained until then, but my belly began to growl in a truly unbearable!
- Absolutely not! - Categorically said the manager, grabbing the Rossini's hand and dragging him away from the direction of take-away. - You know, while we were at the temple, I thought you might fast for this evening - he added.
- You're kidding, Aya, tell me you're joking! - Asked Sakuragi, sincerely worried about his stomach. It was not a glutton for which all the shop! Simply needed to eat little and often, here.
Ayako, however, was adamant and even seized all the snacks that found in their bags. Although many players to make meditated an escape from the local restaurant, eventually all obeyed the orders: the sort of ritual in which there was involvement of their manager had taken on them, although they were still reluctant to admit it. The vigil
The inn where they had settled was far outlying relative to the center because, intersection having to pay the sum of their pockets, players of Shohoku had opted for the cheaper of the square. We must say that at least they were immersed in the green and were not disturbed by the intense city traffic: to keep them company was only the chirping of some cicada.
- Uff ... I just can not sleep! - Mitsui snapped, pulling sitting on the futon. Although meditation Ayako and her damn fast, it felt pretty damn nervous would be his last National Championship that, because the cocks that he would reject it again! And this feeling that tomorrow would give the best in his three-pointers, or if they would regret for a lifetime. Finally he managed to overcome the block due to years of inactivity, and winning the championship would be a good calling card for any university, especially given that his grades were not exactly excellent.
- Neither do I ... - Muttered Miyagi twisting between the sheets, heartened by the fact that it is not the only one not able to sleep. The fact that he was captain had a nice big responsibility on his shoulders ... at least there was Mr. Anzai to comfort him with his words! Unfortunately, however, was quite old and the doctor had forbidden him to fly, regardless of the fact that In this way students would find themselves without a coach. Sighing, Miyagi paused to reflect on some particular strategy to keep up the morale of his buddies the next day at a time when the game would be made more difficult. If it was not a game so important, would have remained on the bench most of the time, but they were not the mica Shoyo of Fujima! Although - modestly - that year they had just beaten the great.
- Try counting sheep ... though it seems to be working crabs! - Suggested Sakuragi broken. What she wanted at that time to have some 'of the DNA of the Arctic fox, which would allow him to sleep anywhere and in any situation! As in that moment, that Rukawa was asleep snoring lightly in the futon next to her. Even the students seemed to have no problems of any kind, and he was thinking of your head!
- To me you're counting the wrong animals, Hana! - Miyagi said, laughing. - Maybe if you count the red apes, change something! -
- ugly idiot! Sleep! - Hissed plan Sakuragi, Rukawa careful not to wake up, knowing well that the punishments reserved for those who "dare to disturb his sleep." In truth, if he could not sleep and was a bit 'tense, it was neither because he wanted to impress Haruko with a stunning victory as the Guntai nor implied because if he was doing below, as claimed Rukawa: that he feared more than anything else was having problems with my back again. The doctor assured him that he was fully healed and he had not even had the slightest pain so far in the championship, but ... a hint of fear had crept into the last few days and had failed to scollarselo off in any way!
- Mmm ... What time is it? - Mugnano asked a freshman, still half asleep. Voices had woken up ...
- Soon ... sleep! That tomorrow will not be a simple game, but a war! We can win it, but do we have to be in shape ... so it's best that we sleep well! - categorical Miyagi said, turning panciasotto and hoping to finally fall asleep.
Within minutes, the Grand Chamber finally silence reigned, broken only by someone who was snoring and the ever-chirping of cicadas. The dressing
Race day Ayako had been kind: if a party had actually thought of dawn to drive up all the boys to give him another run of collective meditation, ultimately acknowledged that was more important than they had rested enough to not fall asleep in the field.
The alarm was sounded at nine and then, after a quick but hearty breakfast, the boys were headed to the Palace. Used to the proportions of the province, had some difficulty finding the right entry, but fortunately there was a bevy of hostesses ready to lead the players to their dressing rooms.
- Ah, boys ... I do not really true! There are so many beautiful chicks of around! - Mitsui said going into the locker room. - And here we are, you realize?! Ah, I gotta try it with some later! -
- Dream on, fool! - Answered Sakuragi, laughing a bit 'forcibly, and envying the prosperity that the friend was able to maintain. But he, when he entered the Palace, she felt overwhelmed by the grandeur and opulence of the place ... would have given anything to play in their old and battered gym! Luckily that did not change the uniforms because their school did not have enough money: Although antiquated, the beloved red uniforms gave him the security he needed.
It was not just him, but that day all the players were prepared with maniacal precision, careful to ensure that every detail - even the height of the socks - was as usual, if not better. Rukawa had even had a moment of hesitation when it had seemed to have left his bedroom in black tie inseparable.
greet the enemy
When the speaker announced that it would be held soon between Shohoku and the final Sannoh, Ayako came in the locker room to lead them into the field and found that the boys looked terrified.
- Hey! What are you, sissies? - Shouted by distributing a couple of bursts on the right and left. Usually it was the old coach Anzai to make a pre-match speech with each of the individual players, but I hope it arrives at that point there would no longer be need ... what was wrong!
- We have a few minutes before the start of the heating, so I have to hurry ... But believe me, you can succeed! Last year, someone would just put a bet on your victory over the yen Sannoh? No, while you are there you have it! You are also much improved this year, and have not only won two games, you've come to the finals! So I will no longer see you as a result of the shrinking violet, clear? Take out the c. .. er, the grit! - She said, laughing. By dint of being in the middle of the herd of monkeys, was beginning to look like him too!
A smile, a pat of encouragement, a kiss and the little playful manager managed to bring the boys in good humor. Sigh of relief, closed the door behind the now empty locker room and hurried to join the race: she lacked in height is still quite a few 'inches before being at their level!
Perched on the bench, looked at "his boys" who stood in line in front of the opposing team, at first a little intimidated by supporters of the Sannoh, and then pleasantly surprised when they realized that was not rooting for them for nothing less! In the end, his thugs were able to make inroads in the Japanese and she was sure to have understood the secret: the spontaneity, joy, but also the arrogance, the strong personality of each player and especially the union team. Also
were also accrued a lot, and he had definitive proof watching them shake hands with opposing players as a sign of respect, instead of making fun of him or the grimaces as he was sure they would have done the previous year seemed very real professionals .
War
The match was not easy. The two teams immediately had appeared well balanced, and the Sannoh that he was more than offset by strong technical team of the union Shohoku. In addition, both teams had lost considerable weight as the players and Akagi Kawata, losses that had resulted in slight modification of the style of play on both sides. Aware
dela sanctity of the game, all players had played cleaner than usual, although some Sgarro was the same. Sakuragi - scared to death by the threat of expulsion in such an important event - he could not even commit a foul.
Ryota, and Kiyoshi Mitsui, a promising freshman, could often enough to make some good actions, and in the case took over from Sakuragi-King-of-Bounce. Rukawa on his part could not wait to meet again Sawaki and to test its preparedness for America, a dream that had not yet abandoned, and had found that doing more as a team was able to be more awake and ready in the on-on-one. So very often carried out actions to play with other team members.
The revelation during the year was his ability as a teacher set aside a bit 'of that - initially taken for rudeness - had proved simple shyness, he had taken under his wing a couple of freshmen making them significantly improve, and even mumbling under his breath gave advice even Sakuragi. Wounded in battle
The first obstacle presented itself in the middle the first half, when Mitsui received the injured knee years before a really hard shot, which forced him to stop. Seeing him collapse to the ground, Ayako really feared for the outcome of the game, but Shino, another freshman, had managed to hold on to the end of time and half the next, until the player had failed to return to his place.
also keeps an eye on his team off the bench, she had realized that Sakuragi looked tired, and it was pretty obvious, given the time that had elapsed between inactivity and rehabilitation. Albeit reluctantly, decided to keep him on the bench throughout the third time, but turned out to be a choice winning rather than losing the grit and fall, when the Rossini returned to the field bursting with energy and fighting spirit from every pore.
Victoria
When he returned to camp, Sakuragi immediately took possession of the ball and Rukawa literally forced to play two with him. Not that during the previous times they had never made steps, but the Rossini had preferred to monitor the area under the basket. At that moment, however, the two teams continued to maintain this equality, and they had to win.
That was the true revelation of the championship. Even those who had seen them previously to stake something like that, he was amazed by the synchronicities that were able to achieve. Saetterano for the field at the speed of light, slowly but inexorably driving the Shohoku to victory.
scored the last basket - to a Slam Dunk! - And heard the whistle at the end of their first hit game winners of the National Championship, Rukawa for the first time at the end of a game, it gave public demonstrations of joy, Sakuragi swears he can hear even now in his ears and scream of triumph his picture with his face bathed in tears, made the rounds of all the newspapers.
To sanction the deep union team who between them, the children instinctively Shohoku gathered in the middle of the field, hugging and kissing each other with joy. The entire Palace joy with that team of kids in the suburbs, who had managed to create a miracle and win the Sannoh. Fortune was probably to bring together young people with so much in a school that does not usually conspicuous by its performance basketball players, but - which is repeated in the future or not - was a victory will remain in the annals.
Greetings from the defeated enemy
Shohoku showed the boys but not to be simply high school students excited for the win, but the real sport. Past well-deserved moment of euphoria, and it went ricomposero to congratulate him defeated. It was not an easy game, and if they could lead to playing a certain level was because the other players that they had found before.
The Palace, which until then resounded with shouts of joy and songs of victory, suddenly fell silent when the two captains shook hands. Many people wondered if the act had constituted perhaps a change of witnesses, after the Sannoh of the long tradition of winning, but as new Naziale Championship is still to be played you can not even speak about it.
Count injury
After the gesture, both teams composedly went out from the field. Many asked why the attitude of the players, but everyone said it was the only one to be taken, they did not know how to explain it, but the air was permeated by a kind of sacredness.
soon set foot outside the camp, and that Mitsui Koyama, a player injured during the Sannoh of the game, you need the support of fellow, as if the energy they had incurred only for the time necessary to play the game. Fortunately there was a medical team stationed in the Palace, who made sure that the two boys were safe and offered a crutch to lean on each so that no further fatigue.
Thanksgiving to the gods for victory
Leaving the Palace, the boys Shohoku of fresh air in my lungs, feeling that we are living in a dream. They looked completely lost and dreamy, Ayako noticed while they walked toward the hotel, but continued to shine on their faces the traces of sacredness that had seen them during the game.
- Hey, guys ... - Mitsui said softly to draw the attention of the team. - Passed through the time? -
This time no one complained, the tacit understanding in the deep need of their three-point shooter. They reached in silence the temple, climbed the stairs without saying a word. They knelt in the courtyard of the temple and fell asleep in the act of meditation.
The wind was blowing slightly rumpled hair and twirl in the air by flower petals. The entire Shohoku, kneeling in the yard clear of stones, he gave thanks to the gods for the perfect harmony that he was able to experience in the Championship final, and that made him a moment to savor the harmony of all things. The individual players, kneeling in the yard clear of rocks, gave thanks to the gods for small victories that had managed to obtain.
Each of them had succeeded in its small way, to achieve what he wanted: not only win the National Championship, but also pay more as a team as in the case of Rukawa or play for a few minutes against the great Sannoh, as had happened for the first time a freshman. Or just find the courage to give a kiss to his favorite player, as he had done Ayako.
Fandom: Slam Dunk
Rating: Green
Genre: sporty, introspective, romantic
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Takehiko Inoue, creator.
Notes: Written for the "Writing The Clash of Titans "
Prompt: War
Words: 3181 (FDP)
Ok ... ad that I do not know how the heck is this thing out XD 'a bunch of basketball (sports that I do not mean at all), Japan, medieval traditions and do not know what else ... But there is no doubt that I have a lot of fun writing it! Enjoy!
The Last Battle
The last game of basketball national championship had not been able to define the game, no: it was a war. The light-heartedness, joy, but also the arrogance mixed with lightness that was the main characteristic of some members of Shohoku - any reference to persons or things is purely coincidental, of course - had disappeared as they approached the game, for give way to discipline and compact union team, under the watchful direction of Miyagi: even if reluctantly, had even given up the classic drunk to celebrate the victory of the semifinals.
Purification
Needless to say, Ayako had banned all athletes of the team to go to the serious partying before the final, forcing them to undergo special training to its end. Ignoring the protests of Mitsui and Miyagi they would rather spend the afternoon playing with the playstation, had managed to drag the whole team at the spa, arguing that a swim would be a cleansing tonic, to get started.
The late afternoon had put them in line for two to the sound of fans and brought them closer to the spa. First, we were immersed in cold pool - "Aya, how do you define cool?! It is ice cold! - Where the players were shivering counted the minutes that separated them from the end of this torture: if at least they were in a swimming pool west, they could do some 'idiots splashing and drowned to warm up! Then it had been shouting in the heated one, getting a good dose of dirty looks from a couple of old men. Soon they had to complain too hot and Ayako had sworn to herself that the next year would not be proposed as manager of the basketball team of the university, under any condition.
Meditation - Boys ... - Miyagi started watching all his teammates. It was a hard task to he had on his back that year, the role of captain, and even if he could bring his kids until then, the next day would find themselves in front of no less than the Sannoh! - We are in deep shit! - Said after a moment's pause, by freezing all present. - That's why I decided to delay a little 'dinner to go to the temple, we gather to meditate and pray to be able to fight better tomorrow -
Needless to say, some of the students tried to protest, but to look once the captain was relentlessly serious and realized that there was little on which to play. Seeing the admiring gaze of Ayako, Miyagi crossed his fingers into his pants pocket, hoping to impress the manager better the role of conscientious captain.
A nice old lady who asked about the nearest temple is proposed to accompany you, listening to relevant reports of all matches won. - You know guys, my husband passed away a few weeks ago, and was a true basketball fan: I was really pleased to meet someone who is animated by his own passion! Tomorrow I will come to cheer for you! - Promised to leave the base of the first steps of the temple.
The boys went up the stairs in silence. Suddenly, on each of them had hit the awareness of the seriousness of dell'indomani game: not only would play for themselves, no. There were so many people to cheer for them, for various reasons, and would not be right to disappoint them. They should have impergnarsi maximum. Watching
standing on "his boys" kneeling in the courtyard paved with stones of the temple, Ayako felt proud of them. Rukawa sat composed and determined, but not just in the corner as it did once, but near Sakuragi, which in turn was not doing the clown, but meditating with eyes closed. Even the students seemed to be committed. The girl allowed herself to launch a last look, the more long, Miyagi and in turn kneeled to pray.
Fasting
- I faaaaame! Aya, please, can we stop to take the takiyaki, eh? I saw a place that sells them right there! - Pleaded Sakuragi diligently as the team returned to the hotel. He was detained until then, but my belly began to growl in a truly unbearable!
- Absolutely not! - Categorically said the manager, grabbing the Rossini's hand and dragging him away from the direction of take-away. - You know, while we were at the temple, I thought you might fast for this evening - he added.
- You're kidding, Aya, tell me you're joking! - Asked Sakuragi, sincerely worried about his stomach. It was not a glutton for which all the shop! Simply needed to eat little and often, here.
Ayako, however, was adamant and even seized all the snacks that found in their bags. Although many players to make meditated an escape from the local restaurant, eventually all obeyed the orders: the sort of ritual in which there was involvement of their manager had taken on them, although they were still reluctant to admit it. The vigil
The inn where they had settled was far outlying relative to the center because, intersection having to pay the sum of their pockets, players of Shohoku had opted for the cheaper of the square. We must say that at least they were immersed in the green and were not disturbed by the intense city traffic: to keep them company was only the chirping of some cicada.
- Uff ... I just can not sleep! - Mitsui snapped, pulling sitting on the futon. Although meditation Ayako and her damn fast, it felt pretty damn nervous would be his last National Championship that, because the cocks that he would reject it again! And this feeling that tomorrow would give the best in his three-pointers, or if they would regret for a lifetime. Finally he managed to overcome the block due to years of inactivity, and winning the championship would be a good calling card for any university, especially given that his grades were not exactly excellent.
- Neither do I ... - Muttered Miyagi twisting between the sheets, heartened by the fact that it is not the only one not able to sleep. The fact that he was captain had a nice big responsibility on his shoulders ... at least there was Mr. Anzai to comfort him with his words! Unfortunately, however, was quite old and the doctor had forbidden him to fly, regardless of the fact that In this way students would find themselves without a coach. Sighing, Miyagi paused to reflect on some particular strategy to keep up the morale of his buddies the next day at a time when the game would be made more difficult. If it was not a game so important, would have remained on the bench most of the time, but they were not the mica Shoyo of Fujima! Although - modestly - that year they had just beaten the great.
- Try counting sheep ... though it seems to be working crabs! - Suggested Sakuragi broken. What she wanted at that time to have some 'of the DNA of the Arctic fox, which would allow him to sleep anywhere and in any situation! As in that moment, that Rukawa was asleep snoring lightly in the futon next to her. Even the students seemed to have no problems of any kind, and he was thinking of your head!
- To me you're counting the wrong animals, Hana! - Miyagi said, laughing. - Maybe if you count the red apes, change something! -
- ugly idiot! Sleep! - Hissed plan Sakuragi, Rukawa careful not to wake up, knowing well that the punishments reserved for those who "dare to disturb his sleep." In truth, if he could not sleep and was a bit 'tense, it was neither because he wanted to impress Haruko with a stunning victory as the Guntai nor implied because if he was doing below, as claimed Rukawa: that he feared more than anything else was having problems with my back again. The doctor assured him that he was fully healed and he had not even had the slightest pain so far in the championship, but ... a hint of fear had crept into the last few days and had failed to scollarselo off in any way!
- Mmm ... What time is it? - Mugnano asked a freshman, still half asleep. Voices had woken up ...
- Soon ... sleep! That tomorrow will not be a simple game, but a war! We can win it, but do we have to be in shape ... so it's best that we sleep well! - categorical Miyagi said, turning panciasotto and hoping to finally fall asleep.
Within minutes, the Grand Chamber finally silence reigned, broken only by someone who was snoring and the ever-chirping of cicadas. The dressing
Race day Ayako had been kind: if a party had actually thought of dawn to drive up all the boys to give him another run of collective meditation, ultimately acknowledged that was more important than they had rested enough to not fall asleep in the field.
The alarm was sounded at nine and then, after a quick but hearty breakfast, the boys were headed to the Palace. Used to the proportions of the province, had some difficulty finding the right entry, but fortunately there was a bevy of hostesses ready to lead the players to their dressing rooms.
- Ah, boys ... I do not really true! There are so many beautiful chicks of around! - Mitsui said going into the locker room. - And here we are, you realize?! Ah, I gotta try it with some later! -
- Dream on, fool! - Answered Sakuragi, laughing a bit 'forcibly, and envying the prosperity that the friend was able to maintain. But he, when he entered the Palace, she felt overwhelmed by the grandeur and opulence of the place ... would have given anything to play in their old and battered gym! Luckily that did not change the uniforms because their school did not have enough money: Although antiquated, the beloved red uniforms gave him the security he needed.
It was not just him, but that day all the players were prepared with maniacal precision, careful to ensure that every detail - even the height of the socks - was as usual, if not better. Rukawa had even had a moment of hesitation when it had seemed to have left his bedroom in black tie inseparable.
greet the enemy
When the speaker announced that it would be held soon between Shohoku and the final Sannoh, Ayako came in the locker room to lead them into the field and found that the boys looked terrified.
- Hey! What are you, sissies? - Shouted by distributing a couple of bursts on the right and left. Usually it was the old coach Anzai to make a pre-match speech with each of the individual players, but I hope it arrives at that point there would no longer be need ... what was wrong!
- We have a few minutes before the start of the heating, so I have to hurry ... But believe me, you can succeed! Last year, someone would just put a bet on your victory over the yen Sannoh? No, while you are there you have it! You are also much improved this year, and have not only won two games, you've come to the finals! So I will no longer see you as a result of the shrinking violet, clear? Take out the c. .. er, the grit! - She said, laughing. By dint of being in the middle of the herd of monkeys, was beginning to look like him too!
A smile, a pat of encouragement, a kiss and the little playful manager managed to bring the boys in good humor. Sigh of relief, closed the door behind the now empty locker room and hurried to join the race: she lacked in height is still quite a few 'inches before being at their level!
Perched on the bench, looked at "his boys" who stood in line in front of the opposing team, at first a little intimidated by supporters of the Sannoh, and then pleasantly surprised when they realized that was not rooting for them for nothing less! In the end, his thugs were able to make inroads in the Japanese and she was sure to have understood the secret: the spontaneity, joy, but also the arrogance, the strong personality of each player and especially the union team. Also
were also accrued a lot, and he had definitive proof watching them shake hands with opposing players as a sign of respect, instead of making fun of him or the grimaces as he was sure they would have done the previous year seemed very real professionals .
War
The match was not easy. The two teams immediately had appeared well balanced, and the Sannoh that he was more than offset by strong technical team of the union Shohoku. In addition, both teams had lost considerable weight as the players and Akagi Kawata, losses that had resulted in slight modification of the style of play on both sides. Aware
dela sanctity of the game, all players had played cleaner than usual, although some Sgarro was the same. Sakuragi - scared to death by the threat of expulsion in such an important event - he could not even commit a foul.
Ryota, and Kiyoshi Mitsui, a promising freshman, could often enough to make some good actions, and in the case took over from Sakuragi-King-of-Bounce. Rukawa on his part could not wait to meet again Sawaki and to test its preparedness for America, a dream that had not yet abandoned, and had found that doing more as a team was able to be more awake and ready in the on-on-one. So very often carried out actions to play with other team members.
The revelation during the year was his ability as a teacher set aside a bit 'of that - initially taken for rudeness - had proved simple shyness, he had taken under his wing a couple of freshmen making them significantly improve, and even mumbling under his breath gave advice even Sakuragi. Wounded in battle
The first obstacle presented itself in the middle the first half, when Mitsui received the injured knee years before a really hard shot, which forced him to stop. Seeing him collapse to the ground, Ayako really feared for the outcome of the game, but Shino, another freshman, had managed to hold on to the end of time and half the next, until the player had failed to return to his place.
also keeps an eye on his team off the bench, she had realized that Sakuragi looked tired, and it was pretty obvious, given the time that had elapsed between inactivity and rehabilitation. Albeit reluctantly, decided to keep him on the bench throughout the third time, but turned out to be a choice winning rather than losing the grit and fall, when the Rossini returned to the field bursting with energy and fighting spirit from every pore.
Victoria
When he returned to camp, Sakuragi immediately took possession of the ball and Rukawa literally forced to play two with him. Not that during the previous times they had never made steps, but the Rossini had preferred to monitor the area under the basket. At that moment, however, the two teams continued to maintain this equality, and they had to win.
That was the true revelation of the championship. Even those who had seen them previously to stake something like that, he was amazed by the synchronicities that were able to achieve. Saetterano for the field at the speed of light, slowly but inexorably driving the Shohoku to victory.
scored the last basket - to a Slam Dunk! - And heard the whistle at the end of their first hit game winners of the National Championship, Rukawa for the first time at the end of a game, it gave public demonstrations of joy, Sakuragi swears he can hear even now in his ears and scream of triumph his picture with his face bathed in tears, made the rounds of all the newspapers.
To sanction the deep union team who between them, the children instinctively Shohoku gathered in the middle of the field, hugging and kissing each other with joy. The entire Palace joy with that team of kids in the suburbs, who had managed to create a miracle and win the Sannoh. Fortune was probably to bring together young people with so much in a school that does not usually conspicuous by its performance basketball players, but - which is repeated in the future or not - was a victory will remain in the annals.
Greetings from the defeated enemy
Shohoku showed the boys but not to be simply high school students excited for the win, but the real sport. Past well-deserved moment of euphoria, and it went ricomposero to congratulate him defeated. It was not an easy game, and if they could lead to playing a certain level was because the other players that they had found before.
The Palace, which until then resounded with shouts of joy and songs of victory, suddenly fell silent when the two captains shook hands. Many people wondered if the act had constituted perhaps a change of witnesses, after the Sannoh of the long tradition of winning, but as new Naziale Championship is still to be played you can not even speak about it.
Count injury
After the gesture, both teams composedly went out from the field. Many asked why the attitude of the players, but everyone said it was the only one to be taken, they did not know how to explain it, but the air was permeated by a kind of sacredness.
soon set foot outside the camp, and that Mitsui Koyama, a player injured during the Sannoh of the game, you need the support of fellow, as if the energy they had incurred only for the time necessary to play the game. Fortunately there was a medical team stationed in the Palace, who made sure that the two boys were safe and offered a crutch to lean on each so that no further fatigue.
Thanksgiving to the gods for victory
Leaving the Palace, the boys Shohoku of fresh air in my lungs, feeling that we are living in a dream. They looked completely lost and dreamy, Ayako noticed while they walked toward the hotel, but continued to shine on their faces the traces of sacredness that had seen them during the game.
- Hey, guys ... - Mitsui said softly to draw the attention of the team. - Passed through the time? -
This time no one complained, the tacit understanding in the deep need of their three-point shooter. They reached in silence the temple, climbed the stairs without saying a word. They knelt in the courtyard of the temple and fell asleep in the act of meditation.
The wind was blowing slightly rumpled hair and twirl in the air by flower petals. The entire Shohoku, kneeling in the yard clear of stones, he gave thanks to the gods for the perfect harmony that he was able to experience in the Championship final, and that made him a moment to savor the harmony of all things. The individual players, kneeling in the yard clear of rocks, gave thanks to the gods for small victories that had managed to obtain.
Each of them had succeeded in its small way, to achieve what he wanted: not only win the National Championship, but also pay more as a team as in the case of Rukawa or play for a few minutes against the great Sannoh, as had happened for the first time a freshman. Or just find the courage to give a kiss to his favorite player, as he had done Ayako.
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