Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

"This...is my dead end."

He frowned, shocked in his heart.

He hasn't felt that way since Okinawa's battle with Reinhardt.He didn't notice when his blind spot was exposed in the eyes of others.

Suddenly.

There was a deep chill in his heart.

The opponent... saw through his moves!

This is undoubtedly very dangerous.

"Good guy."

Off the field, Watanabe's face returned to normal.Looking at the hesitant Mitsugu, he lowered his voice and said, "Don't guess, that Henry, who completely saw through Shiraishi's blind spot in just a moment."

"Dead end? How is it possible!"

Maori shook his head again and again: "How can there be a dead end for that kind of guy."

From the moment he appeared in front of him, Shiraishi played the role of a perfect and impeccable tennis genius.Such things as dead ends will never appear on him.

The other Kimishima and others were also unbelievable.

Only Mitsu Valley.

He was keenly aware of the words Watanabe used.

"Totally see through."

Mitsugu narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists.

He believes that even if he is as powerful as Shiraishi, there must be dead ends.They can't see this, it doesn't mean that Henry, who is also a top world-class, can't notice it.

But what Watanabe said was completely see through.

This is simply incredible!

Because even he himself would not dare to say that he could see through the people on the No. [-] and No. [-] courts in the Second Army.

"Did you use the wrong word?"

Mitsugu looked at Watanabe, but saw that the fat man who was watching the game with an indifferent attitude, his face was extremely heavy at this moment.

Even before the so-called genius Heller, he did not show this attitude.

"Is what he said... true?"

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As soon as this thought came out, Mitsugu's body shook violently.

"impossible."

"How could such a thing happen. This game is clearly a close match. That guy Shiraishi must have been distracted just now. That's right, no... eh?"

But the next moment.

When Henry hit the tennis ball again, Shiraishi still didn't seem to react, and stood there dumbfounded.

Mitsugu's heart contracted violently.

Really.

It turned out to be true.

He stared at the trace on Shiraishi's side.

That was where the tennis ball landed, but even at such a close distance, the guy who seemed to have no limits with his superb skills, couldn't even react.

"What exactly happened?"

"I remembered, that rumor..."

At this moment, Watanabe frowned slowly.

on the field.

Henry, who hit two ace balls in a row, put away his racket gracefully.His eyes swept across Shiroishi at will, and there was no excess emotion in his eyes.

If you look closely, you can find a light blue thread.As slender as a hair, it is entangled one by one, extending to infinity.

There, there seem to be countless possibilities that are constantly changing.

Looking at Watanabe with a dignified face, Mitsugu couldn't help but ask, "What is it?"

"A ridiculous rumor."

The corner of Watanabe's mouth twitched, he shook his head, narrowed his eyes and said, "I heard by chance that Henry dreamed of... God!"

Chapter [-]: The Arc That Even God Fears

"Cheat, cheat, right?"

Maori's mouth twitched.

Dreaming of something like God is just an anecdote.What's more, the so-called God is nothing but a divine and empty image of people's imagination. Who dares to say what God looks like.