Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

Empty your nerves, don't think about all other irrelevant things, only tennis in your heart and tennis in your mind.

Black eyes narrowed slightly.

If he remembered correctly, only one person in history has reached the so-called state of nothingness.But he was a few years older than that man and had the privilege of witnessing one of his games in the United States.

In contrast, Shiraishi's has a different flavor.

"interesting……"

The corners of his mouth twitched. He didn't expect this young man to have such an extremely advanced skill in addition to that mysterious and unpredictable dark shot.

Swish!

The next moment, Shiraishi's eyes opened.

"This feeling?"

Outside the venue, the Byodoin raised its brows.

There was something about this silver-haired guy that he was quite afraid of.Although it is not very strong, to him, it is like the tip of a needle wrapped in cotton yarn, which cannot be ignored.

"Could it be that he wounded that Reinhardt by this trick?"

Byodoin recognized Shiraishi's identity early in the morning.That's why he would let Muramori compete with him, and take a look at the reality of the opponent by the way.

As he expected, Shiraishi seemed to be forced out of the bottom of the box.However, at this level, it is not a big threat to him.

"Ok?"

Byodoin's expression did not change, but Muramori seemed to have seen something extremely terrifying, and his pupils widened in circles.Then, with a swish, it shrank into a needle-like shape.

Swish!

When he saw it, Shiraishi waved the racket in his hand.

It seemed random, and he didn't even look closely at the angle of the tennis ball, but Muramori knew that the opponent saw through his path.

"how is this possible?"

He was moved, lost his temper.

Sword-drawing technique is the secret skill of Muramori's heart sword-flow, and even the core disciples of the martial arts field are not qualified to inherit it.Only he, the only son of the contemporary Master Sword Master, has the opportunity to learn it.

On the other hand, Muramori used his kendo talent to incorporate the profound meaning of kendo into tennis.

This trick, he has only shown in the hands of the Byodoin.

Even Ito of No. 2 and Suzuki of No. 3 have never used this trick against them.This was what he was going to use against the previous two people in the final trials of this year's winter training.

But under the strong pressure of Shiraishi, he had to bet on the outcome of this goal.

But now...

In his almost static pupils, the opponent's shaking racket that blocked the tennis ball was reflected.

The sword drawing technique was broken!

"This force, this rotation..."

Shiraishi, who once again entered the state of no-self (exceeding the limit), can clearly feel the fluctuations of tennis.It seems that he was inspired by the Mirror Eye of the Unbreakable Iron Man. His selfless state has undergone a lot of changes, and he can actually feed back the principle of Muramori's sword-drawing technique.

"Try?"

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and under the watchful eyes of several people, the racket was holding the tennis ball, and he slammed it with the momentum of thunder.

Whoa!

The racket lifted from the bottom up and slammed the tennis ball out.In an instant, a white light appeared in everyone's sight.

"This is……"

On the opposite side, Muramori suddenly changed color.His pupils were trembling, his scalp was constantly breathing cold air, and a thought that he couldn't accept at all flashed in his heart.

Knife drawing!

This is the sword-drawing technique he just used, and the method of the opponent's force seems to be exactly the same as what his father taught him.

What a joke!

He gritted his teeth, there were blue veins on his forehead, and his right foot was full of strength, ready to rush towards the white light.

Swish!

However, as soon as he lifted his foot, he felt that the strength of his body seemed to be drained, and his body was not controlled by consciousness and fell down.

"Exhausted?"

In the small dark room, Kurobe frowned.

He didn't expect that the trick just now seemed to have drained Muramori's physical strength.

boom!

The explosion sounded, and the tennis ball exploded five centimeters away from Muramori's body, and then quickly ejected.

Boom!

With a crisp sound, the tennis ball was deeply embedded in the barbed wire.