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For a moment.

Yukimura Seiichi was slightly stunned.

"Being held in the palm of everyone's hand..."

"The pride of looking down on everything?"

The heart in his chest couldn't help but beat.

But he quickly came to his senses.

He glanced at Kitagawa on the opposite side, and then turned around to pick up the coat and racket that fell on the ground.

Then in silence, he walked off the court and put the coat next to Sanada Genichirō.

Then he returned to the court in silence.

"Huh..."

"What a little brother who is keen on plucking the heartstrings of his opponents!"

With a chuckle.

Yukimura Seiichi pointed the racket in his hand at Kitagawa on the opposite side.

The purple-blue eyes returned to a calm state again.

"Besides."

"My pride was not born from being held in the palm of everyone's hand!"

In an instant.

A unique aura of the king burst out directly from him.

Under the sun, he was like the son of God, shocking everyone.

"Really?"

In response to Yukimura Seiichi's declaration of kingship, Kitagawa only responded with two words.

He immediately took out a tennis ball from his pocket and continued to serve.

However.

After the ball left the face of Kitagawa's racket.

The game also entered a new stage.

A different atmosphere gradually enveloped the entire court.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The collisions continued one after another.

The tennis ball shuttled back and forth on both sides of the court.

Whether it was Kitagawa or Yukimura Seiichi, they did not say a word during the whole process.

They were completely immersed in the bombardment.

"Is this junior lacking in stamina?"

"You could have scored with that move just now, why didn't you use it again?"

"In this stalemate, even if Yukimura's endurance is his weakness."

"I'm afraid that in the end, if we keep fighting like this, I will definitely be able to last longer than the other party."

The light reflected from the lenses of his glasses, Yagyu Hiroshi looked at the fight that had lasted for nearly 20 minutes on the court, and said in a deep voice.

"That guy is forcing Yukimura to show his full strength."

"On the surface, it's a fight."

"In fact, every tennis ball he swings out will be faster and more impactful than the previous one."

At this time.

Sanada Genichirō, who was sitting on a bench to rest, said with a complicated expression.

"That's not right!"

"The purpose of Kitagawa's two games is to enter the Rikkai University Affiliated Junior High School tennis club and become the club leader."

"But now he has to squeeze out his opponent's full strength, even to the limit."

"It's getting weirder and weirder..."

Marui Fumita beside him was getting more and more puzzled.

After all, if it were someone else.

Logically, he would definitely take advantage of the victory and give the opponent a heavy blow when he was careless.

But Kitagawa's actions were in stark contrast to his purpose.

This was already evident when Kitagawa played against Sanada Genichirō.

"Strange people often do strange things, and this is not strange at all."

"Instead of considering the other party's motives."

"It's better to worry about how long this junior can last next."

Click!

After writing the last word on the notebook, Yanagi Renji closed it directly.

It seemed as if there was no need to continue recording.

And at this moment,

After Yukimura Seiichi succeeded in hitting the ball on the court, his eyes suddenly changed. "Next, you should lose your sense of touch." As the words fell, the tennis ball also passed the net and fell not far to the left of Kitagawa. Step! Hoo! Bang! "Oh." "Really?" Kitagawa still hit the ball back accurately and quickly. At the same time, the speed, power and rotation of this ball were improved again. Swoosh! Bang! With a heavy look, Yukimura Seiichi quickly came to the landing point of the tennis ball and swung the racket in his hand quickly. Although he caught the ball, it was obviously more difficult than before. "What a tough little brother." "I hope it will be like this later." However, even in this state, Yukimura Seiichi's expression did not change much. "The real horror of Yukimura..."

"Destroy the five senses!"

Sanada Genichirō whispered in the audience.

The so-called five senses are the five essential senses of touch, vision, and hearing.

Especially touch, which is a general term for physical sensations, including pain, position, pressure, and vibration, as well as the ability to recognize three-dimensional objects.can be formed.

Losing the sense of touch is undoubtedly a devastating blow to a sport like tennis.

Not to mention the deprivation of the other four senses.

"Although... but..."

"Why do I feel that he is not affected at all?"

The next moment.

Jackal Kuwahara said cautiously.

"Is it possible?"

Yanagi Renji, who was originally ready to go on the court to support Kitagawa at the appropriate time, frowned slightly at this moment.

If Jackal Kuwahara relied on his sense.

Then he could make a more accurate judgment based on the data model of Kitagawa that he had collected.

While thinking.

The court started a long-lasting bombardment again.

The strength is increasing, the speed is increasing, and the rotation force is also increasing.

And in this state.

The tennis ball has begun to deform and presents an oval shape.

Another half an hour.

Yukimura Seiichi's eyes became more and more serious.

The originally steady breathing rhythm gradually became a little faster.

"Did the five senses annihilation not work?"

Looking at Kitagawa who was sweating but not unusual, Yukimura Seiichi asked softly.

He didn't know whether he was asking himself or Kitagawa.

"Senior Yukimura."

"If my trump card didn't work at all."

"Then, will pride be nailed to the pillar of shame?"

In Kitagawa's voice.

Boom!!!

The tennis ball, which had reached a terrifying state, hit Yukimura Seiichi's back heavily.

He didn't even react at all.

In an instant.

The heart in his chest began to palpitate again.

This time, it was particularly strong!!!

Looking at Yukimura Seiichi who was standing there gasping for breath, Kitagawa turned and walked towards the serving area.

And at this moment.

He saw a familiar figure behind the crowd walking towards this side with a red face.

"You're really anxious~"

"It seems I have to do some finishing work in advance."

"It's a good time to try this trick."

"Does this count as equal treatment?"

He curled his lips.

Beichuan muttered a few words with a half-smile.