Although everyone in Seirin’s basketball club already knew that those who were addressed by the title of ‘Generation of Miracles’ were all a bunch of remediless weirdoes, including the ‘Phantom Sixth Player’ that was now their teammate, the conversation that they were about to have with two of them came completely out of the left field and surely didn’t cut corners in making them seem even more ‘special’ than the rest of the basketball players – in one too many different ways. “I’m… really touching Murasakibara Atsushi right now and not a miniature robot… right?” hesitantly asked Hyuuga, softly nudging the small version of Murasakibara with his finger as if touching an unknown life form. “Yes, that’s without a doubt Murasakibara Atsushi, Hyuuga-senpai…” sighed Kagami, already dead tired so early in the morning. It had been a huge headache to explain the current circumstances revolving around both teams in this week-long training and four other more which contained the remaining ex-play...