Kuroko no Basket: Honored One

Chapter 473 - 175: The Bizarre World's Number Two

Prince's hands were all over Chigiri.

As a muscle connoisseur, he could tell what type of player Chigiri was and how much potential he had just from this "inspection."

As for Chigiri, being touched like this by a man made his face flush bright red.

If the other party weren't the master striker, he would have punched him.

Before Chigiri could speak, Prince moved on to Nagi Seishiro, giving him the same treatment.

"Excellent deep muscle structure. Your body is a natural cannon."

Next was Mikage Reo.

"Oh, your body is quite balanced. It seems you're an all-around type."

Like a security officer at an airport, Prince went through the Blue Lock players, getting to know them through this hands-on approach.

When it was Tendou's turn.

Prince's eyes lit up, and he was about to make his move, but Tendou caught his offending right arm first.

Huh?

This kid is this strong?

Prince immediately increased his strength, and Tendou matched him.

Right there, in full view of everyone, they began a trial of strength.

What amazed the Man City youth players was that their own goofy ace striker didn't seem to be able to handle the opponent in a short amount of time.

Damn, what does this kid eat?

Veins popped on Prince's forehead, and the muscles on his arm bulged.

He was already at his maximum output and couldn't push any harder.

But to save face, he forced a smile and said, "Looks like you have a powerful set of arms too! Let me see!"

You think you're some kind of creep? Tendou thought.

This made Tendou even more reluctant to be touched by this weirdo. With a flash of his Six Eyes, he increased his strength again.

Prince suddenly felt a huge force wash over him. He, the man with the "perfect body," the so-called "Mr. Perfect," was actually at a disadvantage.

This is bad. If this continues, I'll be beaten by this kid.

This room is full of cameras right now, fans all over the world can see me. I can't afford to look bad.

Prince's mind raced, and he quickly found a way to save face.

He transformed into a hardcore mentor and said through gritted teeth, "You all rely too much on your own talents. A talent that isn't understood will wither."

"For example, a fast player. If he tries to gain the power of a heavy tank, it's like putting on armor. His speed will plummet, his muscles will lose their balance, and he will become a mediocre player."

"Training blindly without understanding one's own abilities will cause talent to wither, leading to a loss of confidence, mental confusion, and the end of a career. This is a very common occurrence."

"I was like this when I was young, but that's not what it means to be a professional. A true professional can guide their own talent to form a specific style."

"Only by fully understanding yourself and having everything under control can you be called a professional."

Saying this, Prince took the opportunity to break free from Tendou's iron grip. He then ripped off his jersey, revealing a set of perfect muscle lines that would make any man fall silent.

Prince secretly thought to himself that he was lucky to be so quick-witted, as he noticed his own hand was trembling. There was something unnatural about this 17-year-old kid.

But he continued his passionate speech without showing it. "And when you finally obtain a perfect and unparalleled body, this is what it looks like! This is me, Chris Prince!"

He laughed loudly in front of the camera, flexing his muscles.

Then, he took out a bottle of water he endorsed from somewhere and very naturally started advertising it.

"So, instead of soda, you should drink more Prince Mineral Water!"

"Nourish your body and mind! The perfect water!"

Gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp...

The few who had just managed to get serious were instantly turned into reaction memes, watching Prince chug the water.

It was confirmed. This master striker was not right in the head.

Tendou was also blindsided by this bizarre display.

You're telling me this joker is the world's number two?

"Ahem~"

Prince noticed the speechless looks from the crowd, especially the questioning gaze from Tendou, which made him feel looked down upon. He decided to show them some real substance to prove himself.

"Only a sound body can possess the madness to change the world!"

"Here, you will completely understand your own physical structure, comprehend your own talents, and draw out the power of your bodies."

"I came here to awaken the talent that sleeps within your bodies!"

Prince stared intently at Tendou.

He could see that this kid not only had heaven-defying talent.

"No wonder that guy from Spurs came all the way here in person."

When Prince had first arrived, someone had shown him the local news reports.

It said that the head coach of Spurs, Pochettino, had personally come to Japan to invite a young player.

And that person happened to be in Blue Lock.

Prince felt that the person Pochettino was interested in was most likely this kid.

Because just like him, he had a perfect body that was enough to make women spread their legs!

This trip might even allow him to bring back a successor for his own team!

"Alright, let's begin, members of Blue Lock! It's time for a physical revolution!"

Without another word, Prince immediately led everyone to start pumping iron.

Of course.

His "pumping iron" wasn't just simple weightlifting. He arranged different training methods for everyone, targeting each player's weaknesses.

Chigiri was fast, so he had him train his muscles to make his legs more "durable" and stronger.

This would enhance his physical resistance without affecting his speed advantage.

As for the football-specific aspects, he was in no hurry for the players to quickly develop their weapons.

He always believed that the body was a player's greatest asset.

The same went for the others. In Prince's view, this group of kids from Blue Lock had not yet met the physical standard and needed more training.

Well, except for that kid named Tendou Kageyoshi.

"Tendou, come over here."

"What is it?"

Tendou looked at the still shirtless Prince with disdain in his eyes.

The latter felt offended. "What's with that look?"

"It's exactly the kind of look you think it is."

Damn it, this kid is not cute at all.

"You come train with me."

"Why?"

"Because you're different from them, of course. You're really something, kid. Even our Man City youth academy doesn't have a little monster like you," Prince's eyes were filled with admiration.

To have such a body at such a young age, it would be a waste not to play football.

One had to know.

After Mansour acquired Manchester City, the club began to place great importance on its youth academy, investing astronomical sums every year.

Of course, the results were obvious.

Phil Foden was the most outstanding product of their youth academy in recent years.

He had made his Champions League debut last year and had won the Premier League title with the team this year.

And Foden was only 17 years and 350 days old, making him the youngest Premier-League-winning player in history.

At the same time, he was also known by the fans as Manchester City's "Crown Prince."

But Prince felt that even Foden's body was not as attractive as Tendou's.

Prince planned to personally train Tendou, to observe this extraordinarily talented young man up close.

...

Get 30+ chapters ahead on - P.a.t.r.e.o.n "RoseWhisky"