Tennis: A Rough Start Byodoin Hoo

Japan, behind the U17 training camp, simple court.

Byōdōin Hōō was beating the tennis ball in his hand while staring closely at the boy opposite who looked very young and was still yawning.

This was the hundredth time this year that he challenged the boy in front of him who looked like he was just a junior high school student.

Before that, his record was ninety-nine losses and zero wins.

In these ninety-nine games, he was completely crushed by the seemingly thin boy opposite him.

And this time, he was about to lose again with only the last ball missing.

Before meeting the boy in front of him, Byōdōin Hōō never thought that he would lose so miserably.

He still remembers that it was his first year in high school and his first year in the U17 training camp.

In junior high school, he led Makinofuji High School to complete three consecutive championships in the junior high school national competition.

Entered the U17 training camp as the overlord.

Even if he came to the back mountain because he was defeated by Oni Jujiro, it was just because Oni Jujiro reached that state before him.

After he enters that realm, Oni Jujiro can be destroyed with just one hand!

Thinking of this, Byōdōin Hōō's mind inadvertently recalled the scene when he first met this boy three years ago.

u17 training camp.

There are many potholes in the net court, and even the guardrails around the court have big holes cut out.

A ferocious-looking, burly red-haired man held the net racquet, which had several strings broken, on his shoulders.

He walked to the other side of the court and said to the blond man kneeling on the ground with blood dripping from his forehead:

"Phoenix, you have lost. Go see the scenery of hell and come back."

This man is Byōdōin Hōō's only recognized opponent in the u17 training camp - Oni Jujiro.

After saying that, Oni Jujiro left with Irie Minato and others.

This is the game that determines the No. 1 position in the U17 training camp.

Others watching the battle in the net court looked at Byōdōin Hōō kneeling in the net court in disbelief.

That overlord, Byōdōin Hōō, actually lost, it all seemed like a dream.

Byōdōin Hōō knelt on the ground, like a wounded lone wolf.

Even Tohno Atsukyo and others who were familiar with the Byodoin did not dare to approach rashly.

Light rain gradually began to fall in the sky. Byōdōin Hōō raised his head and let the rain hit his face.

When the wound on his forehead touched the water, the clear pain made Byōdōin Hōō understand that all this was real.

He, who had been crushing all his peers with amazing strength since he was a child, actually lost.

The terrifying shadow that looked like an evil Shura behind Oni Jujiro just now made him defeated without even thinking about resisting.

Byōdōin Hōō, who tasted failure for the first time, couldn't accept the result at all.

U17 coach Kurobe Yukio walked up to Byōdōin Hōō holding an umbrella.

He said calmly:

"Byōdōin Hōō, you have lost. As the loser, according to the rules of the training camp, you have to go to the back mountain to practice."

Kurobe Yukio's words Byōdōin Hōō came back to his senses, lowered his head and got up from the ground.

Dragging his tired body and leaving in the rain.

After Byōdōin Hōō left, another u17 coach Tsuge Ryūji also came over holding an umbrella.

Standing next to Kurobe Yukio.

Kurobe Yukio looked at Byōdōin Hōō's leaving figure and asked:

"How's the data collection going?"

Tsuge Ryūji took out the notebook in his pocket and opened it to the latest page.

It clearly records the information of Byōdōin Hōō and Oni Jujiro.

"The five-dimensional data of both of them cannot be measured, but Oni Jujiro has already entered Asura Shinto in advance, and the current Byōdōin Hōō is not his opponent."

"However, according to my speculation on the potential of the two of them, after Byōdōin Hōō opens the different dimension, his strength will exceed Oni Jujiro."

Kurobe Yukio nodded, and continued Tsuge Ryūji's words:

"Byōdōin Hōō has reached a bottleneck in both strength and skill. I hope he can successfully open another dimension under the training of the head coach by going to the back mountain."

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It was clearing up after the rain. Byōdōin Hōō carried a backpack and a net racquet and climbed step by step up the mountain that was kept secret in the U17 training camp.

Byōdōin Hōō climbed directly to the top of the mountain in one breath, but his breathing was just a little faster.

The top of the mountain is quite open, and there is a wooden house not far away.

Byōdōin Hōō thought that the cabin was probably his destination, and walked towards that direction.

On the way to the cabin, Byōdōin Hōō saw two teenagers, a boy and a girl.

They all look like junior high school students.

The girl's long silver-white hair was braided into a waist-length braid on the back of her head.

Wearing a silver-white dress, she is as beautiful as an elf from another world.

The two long white legs were so white that they reflected light under the sunlight.

The young man had a head of black, refreshing, semi-long hair, and a face that was carved like an ancient Greek sculpture with a pleasant smile.

He was wearing the same u17 training camp clothes as Byōdōin Hōō.

The girl was kneeling on the grass, while the boy was lying on those crazy thighs with his eyes closed, enjoying the girl's knee pillow.

With a slight smile on her face, the girl gently rubbed her temples with her green fingers.

The eyes that looked at the young man were filled with light, as if there was no room for anything else except this young man.

Even Byōdōin Hōō, who only had eyes for tennis, had to admire the stunning beauty of this girl.

However, in Byōdōin Hōō's view, that boy was most likely just a rich young man who relied on family connections to get gold in the U17 training camp.

If you really want to achieve something in tennis, how can you be so slack?

After all, tennis is the most popular sport in the world.

Being a member of the U17 training camp is also a good resume for these rich kids.

Byōdōin Hōō paid no attention to the two boys and girls.

Instead, he walked straight to the cabin.

Before Byōdōin Hōō could knock on the door, an old man smelling of alcohol, with a beard, and wearing a black cloth robe opened the door of the cabin.

Looking drunkenly at Byōdōin Hōō.

"Hey, there's another weakling here today."

The grumpy Byōdōin Hōō was immediately aroused by the word weak.

"What stinky old man are you talking about?"

As he spoke, Byōdōin Hōō wanted to grab the old man's collar with his hands.

But before his hand could touch the old man, he was grabbed back by the old man's rough hands, and he was grabbed and pinned to the ground.

The other hand pinned Byōdōin Hōō's head to the ground.

No matter how much Byōdōin Hōō struggled with the huge power coming from his rough hands, it was all in vain.

"Damn it, stinky old man, let me go!"

Byōdōin Hōō's eyes were full of humiliation. Has he ever had his head pressed to the ground?

But instead of paying attention to Byōdōin Hōō, the old man increased the strength in his hand again.

"Boy, now that you are here, you should keep a low profile. Also, how did you talk to the head coach of the U17 training camp?"

This old man is Mifūne Nyudō San, the head coach of the U17 training camp. He once was an opponent of Nanjiro, the mythical warrior in the tennis world.

Later, he retired to Japan and began to teach a new generation of players.

Byōdōin Hōō doesn't care whether he is the head coach or not, he just wants to beat up this old man.

"Asshole, I don't care whether you are the head coach or not, just let me go!"

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