Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

"Keep serving."

At this time, Petronovich spoke, causing Kuzonev, who was holding the tennis ball, to change slightly.

"Have you started...?"

His heart contracted subconsciously, but immediately raised his head and stared deeply at the opposite Shiraishi: "Boy, you are lucky."

call!

While thinking about it, he tossed the tennis ball and hit it hard.

Tread! !

On the opposite side, Shiraishi moved when he heard the sound.Those quick movements and precise judgments surprised Muramori outside the arena, and then, there was a feeling that should have been so.

Although, he and Shiraishi played only two goals.But he knows that the opponent's strength is definitely not just elite high school students, or even quasi-world-class.

"It's hard to imagine that he's just a freshman in high school..."

Muramori still hasn't reacted, but Shiraishi is actually the junior high school student who was passed down and passed down by U-17.Of course, there may be some points in this, because his own 'rational' instinct does not think about that aspect.

Whoa!

At this time, Shiraishi, who had caught up with the tennis ball, drew out the racket.There was no trace like an antelope with its horns hanging on it, and the next second, his racket had already touched the tennis ball.

"Hey!"

Seeing this, Kuzonev on the opposite side raised the corner of his mouth.

This serve has [-]% of his strength, not to mention half of the players, who are elite high school students who focus on strength. If they don't pay attention, their arms will be broken in an instant.

"Forehead……"

But in the next second, Kuzonev's expression changed again.

Whoa!

But seeing Shiraishi's racket shake slightly, the force on the tennis ball was immediately removed.The whole process only took a moment, and he didn't even react when the opponent threw the tennis ball back.

"This is……"

Suddenly, the tall, hill-like Russian polar bear's pupils shrank suddenly.

"shape!"

He let out a low cry, but Muramori outside the field was startled.

"what?"

He almost didn't jump up, turned his head and stared blankly at Shiraishi who kept hitting the ball.

Did he hear it right?It turned out to be that shape!

Shape is the high-level state of skill.

strength to a certain extent.People like Watanabe and Kuzonev will understand the more advanced method of using it, which is the power of force!

With this move, they can fight against opponents who have awakened light and dark balls, and even different-dimensional levels.

And the so-called shape is the shape of technology!

Tennis skills are something that those who practice tennis cannot escape from touching.In the organizer of the World High School Student Ranking, skill, like strength, is one of the basic attributes that are separately divided.

The shape is the ability to awaken after the skill has been practiced to a certain extent, and even after the realm of thousands of trials and hardships.

Although the awakened players have different degrees of mastery.But there is one thing that is recognized by the world. Players who comprehend the shape have a higher potential for future development than those strong men who have comprehended the situation.

Even above the form, it is said that there is a higher level of realm.

But there is no real record, or the autobiographical introduction of the awakening 'form above' realm.The only rumor is that the world-class player who retired ten years ago, Samurai Minamijiro.

However, no further confirmation has been obtained.

"If, if..."

Muramori looked at Shiraishi's bat, and his thoughts seemed to be a little confused: "If this is the case, maybe next year's World Cup, we..."

Thinking of this, his eyes lit up involuntarily.

Looking at Shiraishi again, the previous hostility was gone, and more, it was the expectations of the seniors for the juniors.

Whoosh!

At this time, the tennis ball flew over the net.Like a bright white beam, it hit the bottom line directly.

"Don't think about it!"

However, a sound like a dull thunder sounded, and immediately, a 460-strong figure stepped forward and came to the bottom line in a blink of an eye.It was Kuzonev.

Whoa!

I saw him raise his racket, his eyes locked on Shiraishi.

Goo, goo!

The muscles in his arms swelled up like balloons.From a distance, you can feel a palpitating power fluctuation.

"Oops!"