Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

"I don't know."

Tsuga, who had brown hair and a jacket that was obviously different from the others, shook his head and said, "But it should be. If I remember correctly, it will be the match against the Korean team in a few days."

His current ranking is nineteen, and his training in U-17 has made his strength improve rapidly.In the previous qualifying round, I advanced one place.

And not far away, the two people who were playing in the game also stopped their movements.The former's eyes glowed brightly, and he chuckled lightly, "Is it finally here?"

"Now!"

In the broadcast, Saito's voice sounded again: "Please invite [-] players from the first army to gather at the center court, and there is an important announcement."

"Oh?"

On a certain court, the twin brothers who were fighting against each other stopped.

"Let's go, jogging."

"Brother, what do you think it will be?"

"It has nothing to do with us. When we get there, remember not to do stupid things."

"I see."

In the dormitory, Ida, who had changed her clothes, said solemnly, "Let's go, too!"

"Ok!"

Egghead's companion also nodded, grabbed the heavy racket on the wall, and followed behind him.

"After Byodoin, it should be a ghost."

In a corner, a young man with long flaxen hair was holding a data book in one hand and a rice ball in the other, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"However, the strength of that Tanegashima is also very mysterious. With the approach of the coach, he can't be ruled out... eh?"

At this time, when he heard the broadcast, he couldn't help standing up: "No matter who it is, it should be able to lead this team..."

Immediately, he headed towards the center court.

Field Six.

A group of people have firm eyes and constantly practice swinging.At this position, they are ready to break through the block of the fifth venue, the gatekeeper of hell, and go to the high-level venue.

Almost everyone worked hard and won the next exchange match.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, someone saw a young man standing beside the stadium: "That person is..."

"Don't break Iron Man."

The person next to him replied: "It turned out that the team leader of the No. 4 stadium was seriously injured by the No. [-] Shiraishi Kuranosuke, and climbed up again from the No. [-] stadium."

"That's right."

The man nodded, but immediately said suspiciously: "But what was said on the broadcast just now seems to be just those people called the First Army?"

"Oh?"

Hearing the broadcast, in a certain stadium, a young man wearing a white cloth cap raised his brows.He patted with both hands, with two slender beards between his nose and lips, and his body exuded a faint smell of maturity.

Daqu Longci, u-17 represents NO.7, an expert in the second knife style.

His expression changed, and he sighed, "Forgive me, if this kind of thing happens, it's better to ask the head coach to arrange it..."

call!

A corner of the field.

A tall, tall young man with long blue and white hair tossed the tennis ball.

Whoa!

Suddenly, he raised the racket, his slender arms exerted force, and slammed down towards the tennis ball.

Bang!

With a crisp sound, the face of the orange-red-haired youth who was in a preparation position suddenly changed.

"Gudu..."

He swallowed secretly, lowered his head, looked at the tennis ball rolling down to his feet, and said in a trembling voice, "Senior Moon, Moonlight... This is the full version... Is Mach serving?"

"It's not finished yet."

On the opposite side, the young man who played the ball shook his head and said, "Let's go, Maori."

Yuezhi Yueguang, u-17 represents NO.9.

Maori Jusaburo, u-17 represents NO.10.

Bang bang bang!

Bang bang bang!

In the remote stadium, the crisp sound of hitting the ball was constantly heard.

"Senior ghost."