Legendary tennis, starting from signing up to talent

"Give up."

"If you continue, your arm will be in trouble."

With a heavy look in his eyes, Genichirō Sanada said softly.

While speaking.

He also swung the racket in his hand.

Bang!

In an instant.

The shock wave generated by the collision between the racket and the tennis ball directly stirred up the dust and smoke, spreading in all directions.

The tennis ball turned into a stream of light and shot towards the blind spot behind Atobe Keigo.

Then it bounced out of bounds.

"Give up?"

"Why give up? Why give up?"

"It's almost there now, but it won't be this much next time!"

"I am evolving all the time!"

As if he was hit on the pain point, Atobe Keigo's eyes turned cold, and he was completely unyielding.

Even though the pain in his arms was increasing at this moment.

Even though he was already covered in cold sweat and his back was soaked.

But, he still didn't want to lose.

Because this game was not only about himself.

It was also about the Hyotei Academy team.

Even if he was bruised and exhausted.

There was only the Ice King standing, no cowards who gave up!

"Atobe..."

Hyotei Academy team.

Looking at the unyielding back, everyone couldn't help but murmured in amazement.

Their eyes were filled with worry and expectation.

They hoped that the Hyotei Emperor could bring the dawn and miracles of Hyotei.

But.

Although it was such an expectation, everyone knew it in their hearts.

The outcome of this game was already doomed.

"Tsk!"

"That's so lame!"

Shishido Ryo took a deep breath and snorted coldly.

"Are we really not going to stop Atobe from continuing?"

Akutagawa Jiro asked softly.

"No need to stop him, we can't stop him either."

"No one can stop Atobe."

"If he really comes down, then he won't be Atobe Keigo."

Shaking his head, Yuushi Oshitani closed his eyes and replied softly.

Then he opened his eyes, took out his mobile phone and called the emergency number.

This was the only thing he could do.

At the same time.

The short break on the court passed quietly.

The referee on the high platform looked at Atobe Keigo, whose arms were still trembling slightly, and sighed in his heart.

But he had seen this situation too many times.

Without the slightest hesitation, he blew the whistle directly.

"Beep beep!"

"Second game."

"Hyotei Academy representative Atobe Keigo serves."

The next moment.

Atobe Keigo suddenly clenched the racket and tennis ball in his hand.

His eyes reflected Genichirō Sanada opposite him and Kitagawa who was watching the game in the distance.

Without saying a word.

He threw the tennis ball directly into the air.

Then he bent his knees forward and leaned back.

The non-racket hand guided upward, and the racket hand followed the body to accumulate power.

Looking at the tennis ball falling under the sunlight.

A series of strange lights flashed in Keigo Atobe's eyes.

Aqua blue-red-light yellow changed continuously and faster and faster.

Waves of wind began to rotate around him and accelerated.

A series of roars like engines emerged faintly.

Until the limit of accumulation.

"Hey!"

Keigo Atobe swung the racket in his hand.

Tannhäuser served!

Bang!

After a crisp collision sounded.

The tennis ball turned into a stream of light and shot towards the opposite side in an instant.

Until it landed on the opposite court, it almost did not bounce.

Instead, it slid forward quickly along the ground.

No doubt.

This move is the most reliable plan to win the game at the moment.

However.

If in the past, serving five consecutive Tannhauser serves would not be a big challenge for Atobe Keigo.

But now.

Each time is challenging the limits of his arms and wrists.

And the limits of pain.

"Stop it, Atobe."

"I guess Kitagawa and everyone at Hyotei don't want to see a depressed guy complaining in the audience in the future."

Sanada Genichirō stared at Atobe Keigo on the opposite side without moving.

Let the tennis ball bounce out of bounds.

"......"

Atobe Keigo stared at Sanada Genichirō.

His eyes were full of questioning.

But as he watched, a bitter smile completely covered his face.

Because at this moment, he couldn't even hold a tennis ball.

The originally tense nerves relaxed at this moment.

The pain that he endured with willpower turned into a wave that overwhelmed him.

His eyelids became heavier and heavier.

[Nexttimes...】

[I will definitely stand in front of you! ]

The world fell into darkness the next moment.

In a trance.

Keigo Atobe thought of what he experienced in England when he was a child.

Although they were all the same age, his ball skills were overwhelmingly suppressed, and his ball path and combat skills were seen through...

Finally, in the face of adversity with no chance of winning.

He honed his skills to see through his opponent's weaknesses.

Then he thought of the memories of being defeated by Kitagawa and Akutsu some time ago.

[Atobe. ]

[You are the chosen one! ]

I don't know who is talking to him.

The original dark world gradually became colorful and bright.

Slowly opened his eyes.

The Hyotei Academy team was looking at him with a worried look on their faces.

"Is it a dream?"

His dry and white lips gently uttered a question.

Keigo Atobe was swept by a strong sense of sleepiness again.

But this time.

There is no nightmare.

There is only a touch of warmth.

And at this moment.

In the Green Forest Tennis Park.

"Ding Ding Ding!"

"Hyotei Academy representative team player Atobe Keigo cannot continue the game."

"So Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School representative team player Sanada Genichirō won!"

"The score of both teams is 3-0."

"Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School representative team advances to the Kanto Tournament finals!"

After watching the Hyotei team take Atobe Keigo away.

The referee on the podium blew the whistle directly.

In an instant.

The whole audience rang out cheers and shouts.

"King Rikkai University!"

"King Rikkai University!"

"King Rikkai University!"

"......"

On the other side.

The Seigakuen representative team and the Rokkaku Junior High School representative team are on the field.

"Ding ding ding!"

"The score is 3-1!"

"The Seigakuen team won and advanced to the Kanto finals!"

The games here also came to an end.

"Finally, we're going to face each other."

Tezuka Kunimitsu turned and looked in the direction of the Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School team's field.

His glasses reflected the light, and it was unknown what his expression was at the moment.

"Yeah!"

Echizen Ryoma, who was standing nearby, nodded.

He said softly.