Bang!
Knock!
Morning.
A loud noise woke up the teenagers who were still dreaming.
Having formed a conditioned reflex, they quickly dressed and washed, and then came to gather outside.
"Go!" Kan
got into his tour bus, the horn in his hand like a spell.
The group immediately started, and now it is the fifth day of their training.
Now the morning deep mountain training is no longer the limit even for Yuta, Kamio and Fukaji.
At most, some blood and qi are just surging.
This time, the time left for them to rest was already twice as short as the first day, and Kanda did not increase the amount but shortened the time left for them to rest.
This effect is even better than increasing the amount.
Returning to the starting point, Yuta Kamio and Fukaji immediately began to stretch the muscles of various parts of their bodies.
Over the course of these days, they repeated this hard work.
But progress is also evident.
They no longer feel as exhausted as they used to.
After slowing down, Kimuraji came to everyone with a large cardboard box.
Inside are all unfinished rackets from Hexagonal Middle School's dad, all solid wooden rackets, just a complete model.
And these solid wooden rackets can be much more difficult to swing than ordinary rackets made of composite materials, which they have experienced these days.
As early as the second day of the stay, the rackets they used for racket practice had been replaced with these solid wooden rackets.
"Okay, you can rest!"
Kan Tana cut off the timer in his hand, and today the children finished their morning training a little faster than yesterday.
They are improving every day.
Noon.
The sea water was slightly warm, and Yuta did not hesitate to plunge under the surface of the water.
He moves like a swimming fish, and his streamlined body makes him extremely fast underwater.
To say that his biggest gain from this training camp is undoubtedly to learn to dive with one hand.
Diving helps to hone the player's explosiveness and stamina, and is not just about finding ingredients.
Not to mention, diving is a sport that Yuta and Kamio like.
But Fukaji is different, he still prefers to collect shells on the beach with Nozomi Shu.
Today, the chef is still Daddy, and Daddy's craftsmanship has already conquered Yuta, Kamio and Fukaji.
Especially Daddy's barbecue secret recipe worth 2500W made the three addicted.
It was already three o'clock in the afternoon after the wine was full, and everyone helped clean up the scene and returned to Daddy's secret base.
This secret base has been temporarily transformed into a training ground for everyone, and the venue where elementary school students could play has now been made more difficult.
This kind of obstacle course allows everyone to adapt to their current body in a happy game, and exercise all parts of the body in an all-round way.
"Next!"
Kimuraji stood next to Rokkaku Middle School's father, acting as a tool man.
Under his command, Yamabuki and the people of Rokkaku began one by one the happy hour in the afternoon in this playground.
Daddy's slender white beard swung one by one, and he knew that such training was no longer of much use to Kimuraji.
That's why he gave the task of tool man to Kimuraji.
The old man looked at the young man beside him, and his heart was also quite emotional.
The middle school students already have the strength to conquer the world at an age, which is somewhat appalling to say.
And he had already heard from his disciples that Kimuraji had defeated the main general of a national team in the world.
Although the ranking of the other party is not very high, it is enough to say a lot of things.
Even Echizen Nanjiro did not have such strength when he was Kimuraji's age.
Following.
The morning tempering of the flesh continued, and the people were accustomed to such days.
After self-sufficiency, after lunch, everyone went to the tennis department of Hexagonal Middle School.
Today they finally touched their racket again.
"President, is the game going to start today?"
Kamio was very excited, doesn't getting a racket mean that he can play!
"You'll find out later!"
Kimuraji smiled mysteriously, and then placed bottles of different colors on the ground.
Yuta, Kamio, and Fukaji didn't understand what this was going to do, but Chiseki and the others had already figured it out.
It seems that today is still not possible to play.
Kimura pushed a cart of tennis balls and then picked up his racket.
"I'll pronounce a color later, and all you have to do is hit the ball exactly at the bottle of the color I said. Well, it's simple.
Kimuraji said with a smile.
Is it to test our possession skills?" Fukaji
nodded, and he immediately understood the training program of today's training.
"So who comes first?"
laughed Kimura.
President, I'll come first!" Kamio
was the first to stand up.
Although it is not a real game, it is always good to be able to touch the racket and play the ball.
"Green!"
said Kimura as he swung the ball.
Kamio's gaze quickly swept across the ground in front of him, and he immediately found the target of this ball.
With a quick draw, the tennis ball knocked down a green bottle with precision.
Before Kamio could be happy, the sound of breaking the void sounded again.
"Blue!" this
time his movements were somewhat eager, but he hit accurately.
Kimura
served faster than a ball, leaving less and less time for Kamio to react.
Onlookers now understand that this is not just a test of possession.
Reflexes, dynamic vision, concentration.
All of this will be the key to this training.
"Red!"
already had fine sweat on Kamio's forehead, and he eagerly searched for the red bottle.
"Found it!" Before
he could shoot back, tennis balls flew past him.
"Kamio final finish, 7 goals. "
Next, Tenne!" Kimuraji
reported the number of tennis balls that Kamio had shot back, while Kanya Fuda and Dad were in charge of recording the results.
At that time, the person who scored last will be responsible for picking up the balls and collecting the bottles.
"Come on!"
Tengen Hikari stared closely ahead, with the demonstration of Kamio, he naturally would not take this training so lightly.
He knew that Kimura's shots would keep getting faster.
If you are not careful, you will make a mistake.
Such simple exercises are constantly rotated in this court, and everyone's results are recorded one by one.
It is worth mentioning that Shinji Itake performed very well in this batting practice.
His number of hits is second only to Yakuzu, Chiseki and Saeki.
Even the South and East are one goal worse than Fukaji.
Knock!
Morning.
A loud noise woke up the teenagers who were still dreaming.
Having formed a conditioned reflex, they quickly dressed and washed, and then came to gather outside.
"Go!" Kan
got into his tour bus, the horn in his hand like a spell.
The group immediately started, and now it is the fifth day of their training.
Now the morning deep mountain training is no longer the limit even for Yuta, Kamio and Fukaji.
At most, some blood and qi are just surging.
This time, the time left for them to rest was already twice as short as the first day, and Kanda did not increase the amount but shortened the time left for them to rest.
This effect is even better than increasing the amount.
Returning to the starting point, Yuta Kamio and Fukaji immediately began to stretch the muscles of various parts of their bodies.
Over the course of these days, they repeated this hard work.
But progress is also evident.
They no longer feel as exhausted as they used to.
After slowing down, Kimuraji came to everyone with a large cardboard box.
Inside are all unfinished rackets from Hexagonal Middle School's dad, all solid wooden rackets, just a complete model.
And these solid wooden rackets can be much more difficult to swing than ordinary rackets made of composite materials, which they have experienced these days.
As early as the second day of the stay, the rackets they used for racket practice had been replaced with these solid wooden rackets.
"Okay, you can rest!"
Kan Tana cut off the timer in his hand, and today the children finished their morning training a little faster than yesterday.
They are improving every day.
Noon.
The sea water was slightly warm, and Yuta did not hesitate to plunge under the surface of the water.
He moves like a swimming fish, and his streamlined body makes him extremely fast underwater.
To say that his biggest gain from this training camp is undoubtedly to learn to dive with one hand.
Diving helps to hone the player's explosiveness and stamina, and is not just about finding ingredients.
Not to mention, diving is a sport that Yuta and Kamio like.
But Fukaji is different, he still prefers to collect shells on the beach with Nozomi Shu.
Today, the chef is still Daddy, and Daddy's craftsmanship has already conquered Yuta, Kamio and Fukaji.
Especially Daddy's barbecue secret recipe worth 2500W made the three addicted.
It was already three o'clock in the afternoon after the wine was full, and everyone helped clean up the scene and returned to Daddy's secret base.
This secret base has been temporarily transformed into a training ground for everyone, and the venue where elementary school students could play has now been made more difficult.
This kind of obstacle course allows everyone to adapt to their current body in a happy game, and exercise all parts of the body in an all-round way.
"Next!"
Kimuraji stood next to Rokkaku Middle School's father, acting as a tool man.
Under his command, Yamabuki and the people of Rokkaku began one by one the happy hour in the afternoon in this playground.
Daddy's slender white beard swung one by one, and he knew that such training was no longer of much use to Kimuraji.
That's why he gave the task of tool man to Kimuraji.
The old man looked at the young man beside him, and his heart was also quite emotional.
The middle school students already have the strength to conquer the world at an age, which is somewhat appalling to say.
And he had already heard from his disciples that Kimuraji had defeated the main general of a national team in the world.
Although the ranking of the other party is not very high, it is enough to say a lot of things.
Even Echizen Nanjiro did not have such strength when he was Kimuraji's age.
Following.
The morning tempering of the flesh continued, and the people were accustomed to such days.
After self-sufficiency, after lunch, everyone went to the tennis department of Hexagonal Middle School.
Today they finally touched their racket again.
"President, is the game going to start today?"
Kamio was very excited, doesn't getting a racket mean that he can play!
"You'll find out later!"
Kimuraji smiled mysteriously, and then placed bottles of different colors on the ground.
Yuta, Kamio, and Fukaji didn't understand what this was going to do, but Chiseki and the others had already figured it out.
It seems that today is still not possible to play.
Kimura pushed a cart of tennis balls and then picked up his racket.
"I'll pronounce a color later, and all you have to do is hit the ball exactly at the bottle of the color I said. Well, it's simple.
Kimuraji said with a smile.
Is it to test our possession skills?" Fukaji
nodded, and he immediately understood the training program of today's training.
"So who comes first?"
laughed Kimura.
President, I'll come first!" Kamio
was the first to stand up.
Although it is not a real game, it is always good to be able to touch the racket and play the ball.
"Green!"
said Kimura as he swung the ball.
Kamio's gaze quickly swept across the ground in front of him, and he immediately found the target of this ball.
With a quick draw, the tennis ball knocked down a green bottle with precision.
Before Kamio could be happy, the sound of breaking the void sounded again.
"Blue!" this
time his movements were somewhat eager, but he hit accurately.
Kimura
served faster than a ball, leaving less and less time for Kamio to react.
Onlookers now understand that this is not just a test of possession.
Reflexes, dynamic vision, concentration.
All of this will be the key to this training.
"Red!"
already had fine sweat on Kamio's forehead, and he eagerly searched for the red bottle.
"Found it!" Before
he could shoot back, tennis balls flew past him.
"Kamio final finish, 7 goals. "
Next, Tenne!" Kimuraji
reported the number of tennis balls that Kamio had shot back, while Kanya Fuda and Dad were in charge of recording the results.
At that time, the person who scored last will be responsible for picking up the balls and collecting the bottles.
"Come on!"
Tengen Hikari stared closely ahead, with the demonstration of Kamio, he naturally would not take this training so lightly.
He knew that Kimura's shots would keep getting faster.
If you are not careful, you will make a mistake.
Such simple exercises are constantly rotated in this court, and everyone's results are recorded one by one.
It is worth mentioning that Shinji Itake performed very well in this batting practice.
His number of hits is second only to Yakuzu, Chiseki and Saeki.
Even the South and East are one goal worse than Fukaji.
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