Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

"Humph!"

He heard Echizen snorted coldly, handed the racket to his right hand, turned his body sideways, and hit the tennis ball back very quickly.

"Two swords!"

On the sidelines, Nanjiro was a little surprised.

But at the same time, he was more determined not to interfere with the game.Immediately, his eyes turned to Bai Shi, and he secretly said in his heart: "This kid, I'm afraid I can see that Ryoma's current tennis is just a replica of me."

Single foot step.

Two knife flow.

These are the unique tricks of Echizen Nanjiro, and Echizen himself is just following the path of his father.The deeper you go, the more you can't surpass Nujiro himself.

And Shiraishi's approach is only to force out the potential of Echizen.Let him find his own real tennis.

boom!

boom!

On the field, the game became more and more intense.

However, Echizen's physical strength was gradually exhausted, and his movements became a little sluggish.

"Not good!"

Seeing his son's slowing down, the look in his eyes began to dim, and Nanjiro pinched his hands together, feeling agitated.

"Whoosh, whoosh..."

Finally, Echizen, who couldn't catch up with the tennis ball, stopped moving.He bent down and sighed heavily.

The fire of the soul deep in my heart is on the verge of being extinguished.

"no!"

Seeing this, Nanjiro's face changed.

No matter what, he couldn't let his son be completely abolished.

Snapped!

But just as he was about to intervene, Shiraishi's return ball hit Echizen's racket.

"This is... a realm?"

Nanjiro's eyes gradually lit up.

Shiraishi's return hits Echizen's racket every time.This clearly applies a corresponding spin on the tennis ball to hit the opponent's racket.

As the number of hits gradually increased, Echizen's stiff and tired expression gradually recovered.

Minamijiro saw clearly.

There seemed to be a golden flame flashing in the boy's eyes.

Click!

Click!

Somewhere, unknown place.

There was a crisp, like the sound of a glass mirror shattering.And every time this thing shatters, Echizen's expression is a bit more hideous.

Self esteem!

This is his four consecutive victories in the North American Junior Competition, as a tennis player's most fundamental self-esteem.

At this moment, under Shiraishi's 'humiliation', his most primitive and fundamental desires were showing signs of erupting.

Snapped!

Another crisp sound.

Tennis, ejected from his racket.

"How about, let's play a ball and try."

On the opposite side, Shiraishi smiled and said, "I hit a tennis ball that I absolutely can't hit back."

"Well……"

On the opposite side, Echizen's eyes slowly opened.

It was a bit sour, but he gritted his teeth and stared at the flying tennis ball.

"If you want to see it, I'll... call you!"

Swish!

His body moved violently.

In an instant, a golden flame jumped out from the depths of Echizen's eyes.Indistinctly, the golden color spread, as if infecting his entire being.

There was an aura that made Shiraishi jealous.

Chapter [-] The State of the Soul (End of this Volume)