While everyone's eyes were fixed on dazzling drives to the basket, powerful dunks, and breathtaking blocks, I became a shooter.
I'm a shooter. My job in every game is to sink those damn three-pointers.
“I'm the sixth man on the Shohoku basketball team. Tell me, do you like basketball?”
Without an outstanding physique, a remarkable appearance, or an extraordinary life, I tell an ordinary story in an unfamiliar world and city.
A tribute to the person I remember most, that skinny “skeleton man” who looked like a refugee.
He pushed God aside with his hand, gave the audience a throat-slashing gesture, and sank that damn three-pointer...
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
