Legendary tennis, starting from signing up to talent

At the moment when the voice fell.

A tennis ball suddenly shot out from the dust and smoke.

Waves of sword energy enveloped it.

It seemed to move mountains, cut off rivers, overturn seas, subdue demons, suppress demons, command gods, pluck stars, destroy cities, and open the sky.

Countless sword shadows loomed.

Then it seemed to merge into one.

Sharpness, endless sharpness!

The wind and waves on the court were cut apart in an instant and rolled to both sides.

Even the net had a tendency to split in two.

"Ball skills - Sword Tomb!"

The next moment.

A slightly childish voice came over.

Look closely.

Echizen Ryoma was holding a nearly scrapped racket, his arms trembling, and even under his feet, a long trace of friction could be seen.

But even so, his eyes still flashed with a sharp look.

It can be said.

Everything he did just now was to accumulate strength to show his other kendo tennis skills that he had not yet shown.

[I didn't expect that it was just my serve, and I was only one move away from showing all my skills. ]

[Beichuan...]

[You really make me full of fighting spirit! ! ! ]

In his pupils, countless swords were reflected, as if they were falling continuously from the sky.

In a flash.

The court where Beichuan stood seemed to have turned into a world of sword tombs.

And at this moment.

The tennis ball that shot over the net has already arrived in front of him.

It's like a sharper sword that is going to take root here.

Sparkling...

The originally light sword sound gradually became hurried.

As if welcoming the king.

"Tsk~!"

"Xiao Yueyue, you really don't care about the daily necessities!"

"I asked you to comprehend kendo tennis, and you charged me with power from behind..."

Beichuan, standing in place, witnessed all these changes.

He sighed with a rather helpless expression on his face.

This scene, how can he still want to grow up.

This is clearly eager to show himself!

"In that case."

"Then let you calm down!"

The moment the voice fell.

Beichuan, who did not move a step, slowly closed his eyes.

Darkness instantly became the main color.

And in this state.

Originally countless swords gradually returned to nothingness.

During this period.

A bright light gradually appeared.

Even the darkness seemed to gradually have color and outline.

There is no doubt.

This ball seems to be a very powerful one.

But in fact.

The tennis ball is not the giant sword that you see.

On the contrary, it was mixed in with the falling swords.

It was a very confusing move.

However.

This was still contrary to what Kitagawa wanted to see.

It was just like when you asked someone A or B, and the other party said or.

Wow!

Swish~!

Bang!

In a flash.

Kitagawa had already appeared on the right side of the net.

He suddenly opened his eyes and looked up at Echizen Ryoma on the opposite side.

That smile was as sunny as it could be.

Even the sunshine made Echizen Ryoma feel uneasy.

At the same time.

A strange feeling of déjà vu rose in Kitagawa's body.

Just like the divine power was like a prison, and the divine grace was like the sea.

Then.

This strangeness turned into ripples and spread in all directions.

I don't know when.

"Sinking into the abyss!"

A slightly childish voice sounded.

Then.

Ding!

Accompanied by the sound of a drop of water falling into the lake,

Ryoma Echizen seemed to appear in a new place in an instant.

Endless ocean.

Exceptionally quiet, without a single ripple.

The next moment.

Both feet seemed to have lost their support.

The whole person suddenly fell into the ocean, sinking continuously. Sinking again.

The light was gradually becoming dim, lifeless dim.

"Gurgle... Gurgle..."

Unable to make a sound, the sea water choked into the mouth and lungs, and the indescribable feeling of suffocation instantly filled the whole body.

This feeling of being gradually devoured was like a thorn in the bone, lingering and penetrating into the bone marrow.

In reality.

The tennis ball that had left the face of Kitagawa's racket slowly flew to the opposite side.

Not hurried or slow.

Until it passed the net, Ryoma Echizen still stood there with his pupils blank.

Even though the tennis ball landed lightly in front of him, bounced weakly a few times, and rolled to his feet.

It was as if he had lost his soul, and he was indifferent.

"Ding ding ding!"

"Valid ball!"

"0-40!"

"Rikkai Affiliated Middle School representative Kitagawa selected"He glanced at the stunned Ryoma Echizen and the tennis ball that bounced out of bounds. The referee on the high platform blew the whistle and announced loudly. The moment the voice fell. Da! Kitagawa smiled and stretched out a hand and snapped his fingers. The next moment. "Huh~!!!" Suddenly. Ryoma Echizen, who was still stunned in the last second, woke up suddenly. He gasped like a drowning man who finally breathed fresh air. Looking at Kitagawa, there was a hint of fear in his eyes. Of course. This also calmed him down a little. "What is that? "

After taking a few deep breaths to adjust his breathing.

Echizen Ryoma frowned slightly and asked Kitagawa.

After all, he didn't react just now, and he inexplicably entered that illusory world.

This really made him incredible.

"Spiritual tennis skills~"

While walking towards the receiving position, Kitagawa slowly answered.

Of course.

Just now he also wanted to let Echizen Ryoma stay in the spiritual world for a while.

Unfortunately, the protagonist's halo is still a bit awesome, and he is the son of the samurai Echizen Nanjiro, and his spiritual power honed since childhood is not weak.

It's only been such a short time.

Step!

Swish~

After reaching the position, Kitagawa turned around.

The smile on his face became more and more.

He said to Echizen Ryoma meaningfully.

"The last ball."

"If you can't give me your determination to become stronger."

"Then-"

"I will make you lose in despair! "

Instantly.

Echizen Ryoma showed the most serious expression on his face since he walked onto the court.

As for the audience, they all took a breath of cold air.

Compared to them.

At this moment, Echizen Nanjiro, who was far away in the Free Country, saw this scene in the live broadcast.

He couldn't help but mutter.

"What a stupid son of mine!"

"It looks like he will be tortured by the same person and cry again~"

With one hand on his chin, Echizen Nanjiro put his other hand on the table and kept hitting it.

After rolling his eyes a few times.

A sly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

[After all, he is still my son.]

[Then I'll find an old sword-crazed man to torture you...]

[Anyway, it's better to do it yourself than to let that little brat torture you.]

[Hehehe~~~]