Net King: Obtain Kise Ryota’s ability at the beginning

"Aren't you kidding? Byodoin classmates! Kurobe

confirmed with Byodo-in very seriously.

No wonder he didn't believe it, after all, a middle school student, or a middle school student, a first-grade child with such strength, it was too fanciful.

"Do you think I'm joking?"

Byojiyuan snorted coldly, these three coaches did not believe their own words?

"Eh..."

Kurobe said for a moment.

Indeed, Byodo-in didn't seem to be looking like they were looking for fun.

Could it be that Byodoin really encountered a monster when he went out this time?

If what the Equality Institute said is true, then genius is no longer enough to describe this little guy in the first grade of middle school.

It might be more appropriate to use monsters.

"So what do you mean?"

Saito is very interested in Kimuraji, and he can step into the realm of Asura Shinto at the age of the first year of junior high school, which is undoubtedly a very good seedling.

"Send him a special invitation to let the trash fish know themselves."

Byodo-ha voiced the thoughts that came to his mind, and he thought it was the best and most effective way to change the current stagnant situation in U-17 training camp.

"This... We can't call the shots, I need to ask the head coach.

Kurobe hesitated for a moment, but did not immediately agree.

Although he was also very interested in the talented young people in the Byodoin Academy, their U-17 training camp had never had a precedent of recruiting junior high school students.

Not to mention a first-year junior high school player.

This kind of pioneering thing still has to be approved by the head coach Mifune Irumichi.

"Then you call that dead old man now!"

Byodoin frowned, sure enough, it was useless to find these three coaches.

In the end, I still have to find the dead old man in the back mountain to make a decision.

As soon as he thought of the day in the back mountain, he felt that the scar on his forehead began to ache faintly again, and the dead old man's hand was neither light nor heavy.

His training is not good.

Now.

The top of the Heart Cliff on the back mountain.

A group of high school students in white vests are struggling to hold on.

Their arms were shaking because the rackets on their hands were filled with lead.

"Give me all to move quickly! You trash fish! The

roar of Mifune Ichido echoed from the top of the mountain.

The high school students immediately perked up when they heard Mifune's roar, knowing full well that this old guy was not easy to mess with.

"What a school of trash fish!"

Mifune glanced disdainfully at the high school students, none of whom he could look at.

If it weren't for the fact that there was really no one, he wouldn't have trained these trash fish.

These trash fish are destined to have no future.

At this time, the telephone in the cabin behind him rang.

"You trash fish, don't be lazy for me, if I see you lazy, you will know what will happen."

Mifune Irumichi's brows furrowed slightly, and after dropping a sentence, he stepped on the ground barefoot and walked towards the log cabin.

After Mifune's figure disappeared into the cabin, the movements of the high school students immediately began to deform, they were too tired.

They almost couldn't hold on.

But none of them dared to stop moving, because they didn't know when Mifune Irido would appear again.

"Hey!"

Mifune answered the phone, and Kurobe's voice came from the phone.

"Hmm... Well... Since that guy from the Byoyoyuan is so optimistic about this little ghost, let's make an exception for him, and I'll send the invitation letter. Mifune

then hung up.

In fact, he had heard the name Kimuraji from his master long before this.

In his master's words, this could be a little guy who changed the Japanese tennis scene.

It is no less than the original Echizen Nanjiro, and even more so.

If this little guy really has this strength, then how about setting this precedent for him.

After all, they are here at U-17 training camp, and anyone under the age of seventeen is considered eligible.

The first grade of junior high school must obviously be less than seventeen years old.

......

Following.

In the mailbox in front of the temple where my father was, there was an extra gilded letterhead.

Mifune moved very quickly, and the next day he sent an invitation to Kimuraji.

The reason why he told Kurobe that the invitation was for him to send was because he knew that Kimuraji was now living with his teacher.

Morning.

Kimuraji, who had returned from morning exercise outside, saw a gilded letterhead placed in front of his father.

The words on the Japanese U-17 training camp above are conspicuous.

"This is!"

Kimuraji's eyes lit up, did he say?!

"There you go, I've already taught you what should have been taught. Now you should have a lot of gains when you go to this place.

Dad said lightly after taking a sip of the tea in his hand.

If Kimuraji hadn't stepped into the realm of Asura Shinto, then Daddy wouldn't have suggested that Kimuraji go to Mifune.

After all, the U-17 joint accommodation coached by Mifune Irido is to select players who are enough to compete in the world, and it is only a waste of effort to go there without the strength.

But now it's different.

After stepping into the Asura Shinto, Kimuraji was very different from before, and now he was qualified to see the scenery of the world.

"Yes!"

Kimura is very excited, U-17 training camp, that is a place where there are many masters.

I don't know what the U-17 training camp is like today.

Mifune's movements are fast, and Kimuraji's movements are also fast.

That afternoon, he boarded the tram to U-17.

The scenery along the way was very pleasant, but Kimuraji had no mind at all.

All he has on now is about U-17 camp.

When the train arrived, Kimura picked up his tennis bag and squeezed into the crowd.

The invitation was accompanied by a map, a map showing Kimura how to get to U-17 camp.

After opening the map and looking at it, Kimuraji ran quickly from city to city.

He couldn't wait.

The U-17 training camp is hidden in the deep mountains and old forests, and the deep mountains in the evening are quiet and terrifying.

In addition to the whistling wind, there was only the creaking sound of Kimuraji's feet stepping on the ground and dead branches.

After walking through the forest for a while, through the gap between the trees, you can vaguely see a huge metal gate.

Kimuraji was shocked in his heart, he knew that he had arrived.

The metal gate opens to both sides, and inside is a deep passage.

After Kimuraji stepped into the gate, the door behind him closed with a bang, startling a burst of birds.

"Let's go, it's time to greet our little friend."

Inside the small black room.

Kurobe shook his body and stood up, he couldn't wait to meet the junior high school student who let the training camp open up for him.