Legendary tennis, starting from signing up to talent

"......"

In a moment.

Niou Masaharu was dumbfounded.

The regulars of Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School were dumbfounded.

Even Duke Watanabe and Tanejima Shuji were dumbfounded.

No one expected Irie Kanata's coquettish move.

After all, who would give up right away?

"No, buddy."

"Are you really a coward?"

Swallowing his saliva, Niou Masaharu asked Irie Kanata in disbelief.

Originally, he wanted to play with the other party.

Who would have thought it would turn out like this.

Even Niou Masaharu felt like he was being played.

"So what?"

"It's a good thing to be a little cowardly."

"Anyway, I don't think I can beat you."

"Well, your momentum just now was really strong. My legs are still shaking slightly now."

Irie Kanata spread his hands and answered indifferently.

And he even pretended to have trembling legs.

Actually.

Irie Kanata had already seen what Kurobe Yukio and the others were going to do.

But.

It was embarrassing if he won, and it was embarrassing if he lost.

In addition, he wanted to hide some of his strength and gain some favor from Kitagawa and the others.

So he did this.

However, Irie Kanata did not want to play a game with the other party.

It was just not at this time.

Then.

Under the speechless gaze of Niou Masaharu, Irie Kanata breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards the Byodoin Phoenix and the others.

At the same time, he looked at Kitagawa intentionally or unintentionally.

"Hehe..."

"Senior Niou is looked down upon."

"Well, it's the same if you hit one or two."

In an instant.

Kitagawa understood what Irie Kanata meant.

He smiled and shook his head.

Then.

He looked at Genichirō Sanada.

"Senior Sanada."

"Come on!"

The moment the words fell.

Genichirō Sanada nodded heavily.

A strong fighting spirit rose in his eyes.

Although he didn't know the strength of the person who would play against him next.

But from the performance of Tono Atsukyo, it was not difficult to see that these five people were not good people.

Even if Irie Kanata gave up and admitted defeat.

Genichirō Sanada didn't think the other party was a weakling.

Compared to this side.

As Irie Kanata and Byodoin Phoenix passed by.

"He has no chance to play with you."

Byodoin Phoenix looked straight ahead and said softly with an expressionless face.

"Oh~"

"Byōdōin, look at what you said."

"I'm so weak, how dare I have any unreasonable thoughts?"

After a slight pause, Irie Kanata smiled and said to the other party.

It looked like he really had no other thoughts.

For this change of Irie Kanata.

Byōdōin Phoenix simply chose to ignore it.

"Huh?"

Tanishima Shuji, who saw all this, frowned slightly.

At this moment.

Duke Watanabe walked towards the court with a racket.

"The boring opening ceremony is finally over."

"Almost, it's time to start the show."

"Right, Duke!"

Looking at the other party's back, Byōdōin Phoenix slightly raised a domineering smile.

"Then I'm going to make a big scene, boss~!"

Until the moment he walked onto the court.

Duke Watanabe looked at Genichirō Sanada who was also walking onto the court with sharp eyes, and whispered softly.

Instantly.

A strong aura emanated from his body.

Like a mountain, and like a heavy weight pressing down on one's head.

And this is not over yet.

When he looked again.

Duke Watanabe's face suddenly became ferocious.

The muscles all over his body gradually tightened and bulged, and his originally slightly fat body gradually became stronger.

Puff~!

The next moment.

Duke Watanabe's clothes on the upper body burst directly.

The angular muscles were instantly displayed in everyone's sight.

"Although it is said to be facing seniors and predecessors."

"But this is really embarrassing."

"But."

"Next, please teach me more!"

Facing such a changing opponent, Genichirō Sanada did not change his expression at all.

He just swung the racket in his hand lightly.

His eyes were filled with excitement, and he spoke solemnly.

His intuition told him.

The opponent was very strong!

So strong that it made him feel short of breath.

"Ding ding ding!"

"Third grade junior high school student Genichirō SanadaVS Duke Watanabe, a third-year high school student."

"Sanada Genichirō serves."

"The match begins!"

Although the temporary referee was also shocked by Duke Watanabe's shirt-shattering behavior,

he still completed the guessing phase in the first place and blew the whistle to start the match.

"Come on!"

"Although I'm not as crazy as Tono, nor as outrageous as Irie."

"But——"

"I will destroy everything! "

Duke Watanabe walked to the receiving position and looked down at Genichirō Sanada opposite him, like an invincible god of destruction, looking at the tiny thing that was about to be destroyed by him, and said in a solemn voice with an expressionless face.

However, compared to Duke Watanabe.

Genichirō Sanada just hit the tennis ball by himself.

Ignoring Duke Watanabe's remarks completely.

Of course.

Rather than saying that he ignored it, it's better to say that he was restrained and accumulated.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Snap!

After several crisp sounds, Genichirō Sanada suddenly caught the bouncing tennis ball.

Then he straightened his arm, with the tennis ball in his palm facing the air.

"Senior, be careful."

"This is the first time I have used my skills. "

The slightly drooping eyelids suddenly lifted up, and the eyes full of fighting spirit reflected Duke Watanabe on the opposite side, and spoke in an unusually calm tone.

The moment the voice fell.

The wind and waves on the court gradually gathered.

If you have to describe this wind and waves.

Then you can call it a gentle breeze that soothes all the restlessness.

In just a blink of an eye.

The originally tense and anxious atmosphere on the court has inexplicably changed.

"Huh...... ”

“Don’t forget the wind~”

The lips and teeth moved slightly, and the tennis ball in the palm of the hand rose lightly in the air.

Bang!

Accompanied by the fast and slow swinging of Sanada Genichirō.

A strange rhythm appeared.

Indistinctly.

The gentle wind hides murderous intent.

As for the tennis ball that left the racket, it was like a leaf floating in the wind.

It was not a regular trajectory, nor was it a side spin, top spin, or back spin.

Instead, it rose and fell with the wind, swayed left and right, sometimes slow and sometimes fast.

“Hmm?”

“It’s a bit interesting.”

“It reminds me of my past self.”

Raising his eyebrows slightly, Duke Watanabe couldn’t help but have a touch of memories.

Then, he rushed towards the position where he predicted the tennis ball would land.