Tennis: Ice Emperor, Keigo Jibe!

“Bang!!”

“At the end of the game, the winner, Tokyo – Keigo Jibe player!”

The elementary school tennis tournament held in Kakisaka Park has reached the national level.

Elementary school students with a little strength will come to participate.

However, in the match where the strong gathered, Keigo Jibe still easily reached the semifinals.

The auditorium, which is large enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people, is full of people at the moment.

As a reporter for a well-known tennis monthly, Mamoru Inoue certainly won’t miss such a grand event.

Many talented tennis players have been showing their edge since elementary school.

This year’s primary school students, the overall strength is far beyond the past.

Contestants from Kanagawa – Sanada Shinichiro, Yukimura Seiichi.

On the tennis court, the dominance of the level was displayed.

It was a sweep all the way, reaching the semi-finals with a score of 6-0 per game.

In contrast, Keigo, who is not too strong, is not the favorite to win the championship in the hearts of many audiences.

“Tsk, is this the level of a primary school tennis tournament? It’s outrageous. ”

“It seems that our neon tennis arena, in the next few years, will set off a storm.”

“Hey, no one guesses who will win the championship?”

“Well, it’s hard to guess, but the range is small.”

“I think it’s either Yukimura or Sanada.”

“How? Nobody likes Keigo Jibu? ”

Some people can’t help but wonder.

“That kid in the trace department, the strength is enough, but the competitive spirit is not strong, and the probability will stop in the semifinals.”

“The strong fight, if there is no determination to win, you actually lose from the beginning.”

The audience kept speculating, and basically they were more optimistic about Yukimura.

Sanada is domineering, but there is still a relatively obvious gap between his strength and Yukimura.

As for the track department, almost everyone thinks that it is very good to be able to finish third.

Of course, the discussion could be heard by the Ministry of Traces, but it was completely ignored.

His gaze was firm, stretching, warming up.

As for Yakuzu, who ate melons, he only felt ridiculous when he heard the remarks about Keigo Jibe.

Don’t have the determination to win?

Talking about the guy in the Ministry of Traces?

Big joke.

That’s no one, can you mention the battle spirit of that guy in the Trace Department!

“The winner of this competition, there is no doubt that it is the Ministry of Traces.”

Yakuzu himself does not know.

Unconsciously, he had already surrendered to the personality charm of the Ministry of Traces.

As long as you can sweep Sanada and Yukimura, you will win the final victory.

Yakuzu, will definitely join the Ice Emperor without hesitation and follow in the footsteps of Keigo Jibu!

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“Okay audience, next is the most anticipated national elementary school tennis tournament, semifinals!”

“Ask Keigo from Tokyo to face off against Sanada Shinichiro from Kanagawa!”

The referee’s voice was broadcast throughout the match.

Sanada, who had been in the corner, wearing a cap, didn’t even look at the Jibu.

At only twelve years old, he is already a member of Kamakura, the largest tennis club in Kanagawa Prefecture.

It is also recognized as a rare genius in ten years.

Sanada participated in this elementary school tennis tournament just to let the whole Neon know.

Kanagawa will be the birthplace of the new generation of neon kings in the future.

Yukimura Seiichi also harbors the same idea as Sanada.

“The three giants of the future Tachikai Dai, the young “emperor”, Sanada Shinichiro. ”

Looking at Sanada, who exuded my strongest momentum all over, the corners of his mouth couldn’t help but smile lightly.

After guessing first, Sanada got the starting ball.

“The game begins!”

Until the two stood at opposite ends of the court, the referee directly announced.

“Sanada Shinichiro serves, one round ends!”

The referee’s voice just fell.

“Bang!”

Sanada served without warning, and a loud sound broke through the air.

The tennis ball tore through the air like a bullet, which shows that the power of this ball is very powerful.

Spectators have done their best to catch the tennis ball.

But by the time they could see clearly, the tennis ball had already skimmed the net and appeared on the bottom line.

“Only Yukimura is qualified to be my opponent.”

“Keigo Jibu, you are not weak, but you are far from enough.”

Sanada looked at Jibu lightly, with a domineering and confident face.

“Yes?”

Jibu smiled when he heard this.

That extremely fast tennis ball almost swept beyond the boundaries of the bottom line.

But just at the moment, the trace moved.

The speed of swinging the racket set off a gust of wind on the court.

Sanada, who serves at high speed, is still just an elementary school student, and he is indeed proud of his strength.

But, that also has to be divided.

In front of him Jingwu, this strength also dares to be arrogant?

“Indulge in Uncle Ben’s gorgeous skills!”

“Bang!”

Almost as soon as the words fell, the tennis ball flew back at a faster speed.

This scene made Sanada’s expression change and change.

“Impossible!”

Rumble!

He wanted to move, but his body couldn’t keep up.

In the next second, the sound of tennis balls smashing on the boundary of the bottom line and hitting the iron net outside the court resounded throughout the court.

Sanada couldn’t help but look back at the slightly deformed iron mesh.

When he looked at Keigo again, his eyes were no longer contempted, just full of solemnity.

With just one goal, the track department showed no less strength than Yukimura.

“0-15！”

The referee was also shocked, and it took half a day to announce the score.

In the audience, people who were not optimistic about the Ministry of Traces before were also incredulous.

“Isn’t it, Keigo Jibe is so strong?”

“Who said he didn’t have the determination and conviction to win? That look was like a fierce beast. ”

“Tsk, I thought Sanada would win easily, but now it seems…”

“Keigo Jibu, it’s really hidden enough.”

With eyes like torches, Sanada clenched his fists and was a hundred thousand points cautious about the traces.

Even Yukimura had never brought him so much pressure.

Facing Keigo Jibu, Sanada realized what kind of terrible guy this was.

“Bang!”

Sanada served, becoming more cautious.

Bang! Bang!

But the result of being serious or not serious makes no difference.

Jibu, easily pressing Sanada to hit.

0-1！

In just five minutes, Sanada lost his serve.

“It’s just the beginning, I’m not going to lose.”

Sanada stared at the trace indifferently and said through gritted teeth.

It’s humiliating.

The self-proclaimed king of Kanagawa, this time he came to dominate the national elementary school tennis tournament with Yukimura.

As a result, he was now easily pressed and beaten by the tracks, and Sanada could not suppress his anger.

“It will be me who wins!”

The game of tennis, in simple terms, is nothing more than protecting and breaking hair.

If you lose your serve, you will take your opponent’s serve.

Until the end of the game, who knows who wins and who loses?

What’s more, he has already practiced that trick.

Sanada believes that as long as he bursts out with all his strength.

Jibu will never be an opponent.