Kuroko’s Basketball: Before Generation Miracles, I Already Crowned

Chapter 391 391: Bringing Everyone’s Share Together Is Just a Little Trouble in Life!!

The rhythm of the game had changed.

Not on the scoreboard—Rakuzan and Teiko were still locked in a deadlock so tight it felt as if a single possession could tilt the entire court—but in something less visible.

The air.

The crowd didn't know when it happened.

Neither did most of the players.

But the court itself seemed to shrink, as if invisible lines had been redrawn around Shigure Akihito.

He stood near the top of the arc, ball resting lightly in his right hand, shoulders relaxed. Sweat rolled down his jawline, dripping onto the hardwood, yet his breathing was unhurried.

Not because he wasn't tired.

But because he had already accepted it.

Everyone Has a Share

Basketball was exhausting.

That was something people often forgot when they watched from the stands.

They saw explosive dunks.

Lightning-fast crossovers.

Impossible shots.

But they didn't feel the weight in the legs after dozens of sprints.

They didn't feel the lungs burn.

They didn't feel the mental pressure stacking possession after possession.

Shigure did.

And that was exactly why he smiled faintly.

So this is where everyone is hurting.

Good.

Because pain, like effort—

Could be shared.

Rakuzan's Defense Tightens

"Switch faster!"

"Don't let him walk it!"

Rakuzan's captain barked commands, their defense shifting into a more aggressive shell. Hayama Kōtarō crouched low, eyes blazing, ready to explode at any hint of movement. Reo Mibuchi floated just off the passing lane, arms loose but alert, like a trap waiting to snap shut.

They weren't underestimating Shigure anymore.

If anything, they were overcorrecting.

And that was the opening.

A Pass That Carries Weight

Shigure dribbled once.

Then twice.

The third dribble was slower.

Hayama lunged—

And the ball was already gone.

A sharp, chest-high pass flew toward the right wing.

Too fast.

Too direct.

Too obvious.

Mibuchi reacted instantly, stepping into the lane—

Only for the ball to skim past his fingertips by a hair's breadth, snapping into Nijimura Shuzo's hands.

No hesitation.

Nijimura rose and fired.

Bang!

Three points.

The bench erupted.

"That Pass…"

Mibuchi adjusted his glasses, eyes narrowing.

"That wasn't just timing," he muttered. "He adjusted the speed."

Hayama clicked his tongue.

"Tch. He's feeding everyone just enough."

They were right.

Shigure wasn't just passing the ball.

He was distributing burden.

The Philosophy on the Court

Most stars tried to carry everything themselves.

Points.

Momentum.

Pressure.

They burned bright—and burned out.

But Shigure had learned something different.

Winning didn't mean doing everything alone.

It meant knowing how much everyone else could carry.

Another Possession

Teiko defended hard, forcing Rakuzan into a tough shot. The rebound bounced long.

Shigure snagged it mid-air and pushed forward.

This time, Hayama stayed disciplined. No overreach. No reckless step.

Fine.

Shigure slowed again.

The crowd murmured.

Why wasn't he attacking?

Because attacking wasn't always the answer.

A Quiet Command

Shigure glanced left.

Then right.

No words.

Just eye contact.

Kurokami Shinji cut sharply toward the baseline.

At the same instant, the ball left Shigure's hand—low, skidding off the floor at an angle no one expected.

A bounce pass.

Threaded between two defenders.

Kurokami caught it in stride and laid it in before the help could rotate.

Simple.

Clean.

Devastating.

The Crowd Starts to Understand

This wasn't domination through force.

It was domination through organization.

Shigure wasn't overwhelming Rakuzan.

He was disassembling them.

One responsibility at a time.

Rakuzan Calls Timeout

The whistle cut through the arena.

Rakuzan's bench was tense.

"His scoring dropped," one assistant muttered. "But we're losing ground."

Mibuchi exhaled slowly.

"…He's making it easier for them."

Hayama frowned.

"Like hell. That shouldn't be possible."

And yet—

On the Bench

Nijimura wiped sweat from his brow, glancing at Shigure.

"…You're annoying," he said with a grin. "You know that?"

Shigure chuckled.

"Sorry."

"But it's easier to play," Nijimura continued. "Feels like I only need to do my part."

Shigure nodded.

"That's enough."

The Game Resumes

Rakuzan came out sharper.

More physical.

More aggressive.

They scored twice in a row, forcing contact, drawing fouls.

The gap narrowed again.

The pressure returned.

And for a moment—

The old Shigure might have forced something.

A deep three.

A reckless drive.

A statement play.

But not now.

Trouble Is Just Part of Life

Shigure caught the ball after the inbound.

He didn't rush.

He didn't glare.

He simply spoke.

"Same plan."

That was it.

No speech.

No hype.

Just trust.

A Chain Reaction

The possession unfolded like a relay.

Shigure to Kurokami.

Kurokami to Nijimura.

Nijimura back to Shigure.

Rakuzan chased.

Closed.

Reached.

Too late.

Shigure slipped a pocket pass to the cutting forward.

Dunk.

The arena exploded.

Hayama Finally Snaps

"Damn it!" Hayama shouted, slapping the floor. "He's not even looking flashy!"

Mibuchi answered quietly.

"That's why it's worse."

The Meaning of the Title

Shigure jogged back on defense, chest rising and falling steadily.

Bringing everyone's share together—

Wasn't easy.

You had to read them.

Trust them.

Accept their limits—and your own.

But compared to fighting alone?

It was just a little trouble in life.

The Closing Stretch

As the quarter wound down, Teiko's lead held.

Not large.

But firm.

Built not on miracles—

But on accumulation.

Each player contributing.

Each possession shared.

Each burden divided.

Final Thought

As the buzzer sounded, Shigure glanced at the scoreboard.

Then at his teammates.

No monster.

No urgency.

Just basketball.

And for the first time—

Winning didn't feel heavy.

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