Net King: Black Glory

Chapter 483 The plot begins, Ryoma and Kintaro
Neon, Tokyo!

On a train passing by Kakigizaka Tennis Park.

A short boy wearing a tennis cap, a dark red and pink jacket, and carrying a tennis bag sat silently on the tram.

He lowered the brim of his hat and kept looking out the window at the scenery receding from the corner of his eyes.

His name is Echizen Ryoma, and today is the third day since his father Echizen Nanjiro called him back to Neon.

In fact, when Ryoma was first asked to return to Neon, he was actually unwilling.

After all, in various publicity, Neon has been portrayed as a tennis desert, completely incomparable with his beautiful country.

But after hearing that Neon's tennis was developing rapidly and actually defeated America in the four-nation exchange tournament, he became slightly more interested.

Coupled with Nanjiro's urging, he just got off the donkey.

Having just returned to Neon, he did not spend time resting, but couldn't wait to see the real level of tennis in this theoretical homeland.

So he troubled Echizen Nanako and signed up for the youth tennis championship held every year in Tokyo, and it was a mixed group under 16 years old.

Instead of belonging to his 12 year old group.

"Baga! You don't even know how to hold a racket?"

"If you want to hit topspin, you should use a Western grip... Hold the racket straight like this and hold the handle like a handshake. You all have a good idea..."

wind!
wind!
The loud discussion in public finally attracted the attention of many people, and made Echizen Ryoma retract his gaze from the window.

Looking up, he saw three guys who looked like junior high school students. One of them, who looked like the leader, was holding a racket and making gestures in the car.

The sound of wind pressure caused by the racket was particularly obvious in the car.

Such an action made Ryuzaki Sakurano, who was sitting behind the three junior high school students, tremble nervously. She quickly closed her eyes as the racket came close to her face.

Ryuzaki Sakurano looks sweet, and her clothes are full of the style that a sweet girl should have.

A pink butterfly shirt jacket, lined with a pink and white solid-color short-sleeved shirt. The jacket is connected at the chest and tied with a beautiful red ribbon to form a big bow embellishment.

However, Ryuzaki Sakurano, who had just graduated from elementary school and was about to enter Youth Academy, was very nervous.

She even closed her eyes in fear, and a pair of small hands nervously pressed her thighs under her light green skirt.

At this time, she was probably very regretful, regretting why she listened to her grandma and came to Kakigizaka Tennis Park today.

He actually encountered three bad guys!
But the fear in her heart did not stop and even intensified, because the three senior junior high school students were still talking about it at this moment.

"Wow! Sasabe, you are indeed the ace player of the Beigao Tennis Club!"

"That's it!"

"Idiot, this is common sense!"

The compliments from the other two complimentary companions made Sasabe even more proud. He kept demonstrating the swing movements to the two companions.

"Come, come again! Come!"

Such movement naturally attracted the attention of other people in the carriage, and they all saw the poor little girl.

However, the enthusiasm to stop it has also cooled down due to the cultural influence of "not to trouble others" in the neon culture, and "not to want others to trouble myself".

However, for Echizen Ryoma, who had not grown up in this kind of culture, trying to stop him was just a casual thing.

"Eh!"

"You are very noisy!"

A childish voice came from the opposite side, and the moment the voice rang out, the tram passed through a tunnel.

The light passed through Echizen Ryoma's figure, causing his shadow to immediately cover the three Sasabes and Ryuzaki Sakurano.

At this moment, in Ryuzaki Sakurano's sight, Echizen Ryoma, who seemed to be as big as her, was so tall!

"Ok?"

Sasabe turned his head and looked at the brat who made the noise with an evil expression!
Suddenly, the violent shaking caused by the deceleration of the train made Sasabe unsteady.

Clap!
Sasabe let go of his grip and the racket fell to the ground.

"Really, I was taught a lesson by a primary school student."

In order to ease the embarrassment, Sasabe curled his lips disdainfully and reached out to pick up the racket that fell on the ground.

But Ryoma didn't pay attention to the steps that the other party found for himself. Instead, he lowered his head and continued to speak calmly.

"Ping pong! The correct way to hold the racket in the Western style is to wrap the handle from above when the racket is facing down."

Such ruthlessly revealing words made Sasabe feel a little embarrassed for a while.

"What are you talking about!" He stared fiercely at the kid in front of him. Although Ryoma's face was covered by the drooped hat brim and he was young, his lecture tone was genuine.

Moreover, Ryoma didn't finish his words.

"By the way, the way you just mentioned holding the racquet like a handshake is called the Eastern grip. People often get confused between these two grips."

"you…"

After Ryoma calmly pretended to be cool, he picked up the tennis bag and walked out of the opened car door without looking back.

"Wait a minute! Don't go!".
Sasabe's voice did not stop Ryoma's footsteps. Ryoma, who was well versed in the art of showing off, knew that there would be no good fruits left behind.

At this time, Sasabe's companion, who was originally a professional admirer, also let out a teasing laugh.

"Sasabe, how embarrassing!"

Suddenly, a reminder bell rang!
"Oops! We need to get off the bus quickly!"

As they spoke, the three of them pushed and walked towards the car door.

"I want to get off too!"

And Ryuzaki Sakurano, who had been suffering silently and acting as a little transparent, finally stood up as if waking up from a dream.

Sakurano, who ran out of the platform, was looking at the time on her watch and complaining about her grandmother.

"Hey! Do you know where Kakigizaka Tennis Park is?"

Ryoma, who had just returned to Neon and was not familiar with the geographical location, found that he could not find his way, so he walked up to Sakurano and asked.

This is the wonder of fate. The first encounter between the prince and Cinderella is always full of drama.

……

And on the other side, Osaka!

After finishing an expedition, Kuranosuke Shiraishi finally rested and was sorting out his harvest.

Since they participated in the exchange competition last year, Shiraishi has experienced expedition competitions in several places in Western and Northern Europe.

Because there will be no competitions in the second grade next school year, the junior high school students who originally needed to organize training and improvement on their own have improved rapidly under the arrangement of the training camp.

After seeing the paths of various players, Shiraishi also had a clear understanding of his own path, and his strength continued to improve steadily.

Now in the third year of junior high school, school is about to start. Shiraishi also needs to adjust his condition, so he returned to school early to assist Osamu Watanabe.

When he was about to arrive at the entrance of Tiantianbao Temple, he suddenly met a young man with red hair who was doing hard work at the main gate of the temple not far away.

"Hello, if it's too heavy, I can help you!"

The warm-hearted Shiraishi felt compassion when he saw that the other person's thin body could carry so many things by himself.

Moreover, this little guy's very bright red hair reminded him of Oni Jujiro in his mind for a moment.

"Ah, you are the big brother who plays tennis in the temple school. Hello, my name is Toyama Kintaro. I watched your game during the Kansai Tournament last year!"

Shiraishi smiled slightly, not surprised that Toyama knew him. Although he seemed not as famous as others in Tokyo, this was not the case in Osaka.

After a brief conversation, Shiraishi looked at the little guy in front of him and asked harmoniously.

"Kintaro, are you exercising?"

"Yes, my mother-in-law asked me to go to the other side of the mountain to fetch water for her today, so I treated it as training!"

Toyama Kintaro touched the back of his head and said nonchalantly.

Shiraishi felt his temples bulge when he looked at Kintaro Toyama, who had a racket tied to his back and two large wooden barrels in his hands.

"On the other side of the mountain..."

Shiraishi looked far away, his eyes twitching. This was no longer as simple as training, it was simply abuse.

A trace of pity for Yuanshan arose in Baishi's heart. This little guy was so pitiful.

"Kintaro, let me accompany you!"

Shiraishi is going to complete this training with Kintaro, and then go find the mother-in-law he talks about.

For such a young child, let him do so much strength training?

This is inhumane!

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