Tennis Movie King Kanata Irie

Friday.

"Not going to train?"

After school in the afternoon, Tanegashima Shuji was about to go to the tennis club, but he heard his friend say this.

"I'm in trouble this time."

Irie's expression did not change.

"That's it."

Speaking, Tanegashima Shuji was very curious.

Things are different.

Last time Irie said something was wrong and ended up going to convince Omagari. I'm afraid it will be a similar incident this time, right?

To some extent.

Tanegashima Shuji guessed well.

Irie is looking for someone this time.

"then you go."

Tanegashima Shuji smiled: "If you need help, remember to call me."

"OK~"

Irie turned back, smiled, and left the corridor.

"Do you want to follow me...forget it!"

Although Tanegashima Shuji was very interested in Irie's affairs, he knew that Irie didn't let him go because she didn't want him to know.

Who doesn’t have a few secrets yet?

............

Okayama Prefecture.

It is located in the southwest corner of Honshu, with mountains in the north in a strip shape from east to west. The Kibi Plateau and Tsuyama Basin continue to the south of the mountains, and further south is the Okayama Plain facing the Seto Inland Sea.

This time Irie is looking for a target in Okayama Prefecture.

When he took the Shinkansen to Okayama Prefecture, he went to the local Okayama Middle-School, but instead of going in, he came to a street court.

"found it."

Irie saw the red-haired figure underneath.

Only the back of the red-haired figure is left, moving to hit the ball, and terrifying lines are exposed under the clothes.

He walked down gently.

boom! But it was reflected from the tennis ball hit by the red-haired figure on the wall, and the target was locked.

"Hello."

Irie pulled her hand back, and the racquet fell from the golf bag to her hand. She flipped her wrist and picked up the tennis ball.

Just hear a snap.

The fierce tennis ball actually became docile.

"Oni Jujiro...is this how you treat your guests?"

he chuckled.

Hearing this, Oni Jujiro slowly turned around, revealing a mature and stable ordinary face, with red hair flying, and said in a low voice: "Who are you?"

"Kanata Irie."

Irie introduces herself.

"Kanata Irie?"

Oni Jujiro frowned slightly, "I know you, what do you want from me?"

"It's a pity for you."

Irie took a look at Oni Jujiro's team uniform and continued: "Obviously he has the strongest strength in the country, but he can't even enter the Kansai Tournament..."

"The strongest in the country?"

Oni Jujiro raised his eyes and locked eyes with the other person. He had a frightening aura and said in a deep voice: "You praise me too much. If there is nothing wrong, please leave."

This familiar conversation reminded Kanata Irie of Omagari.

But this time the target is much more powerful than Ryuuji.

Not on the same level at all.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, showing a warm expression: "I'll keep it short. I'm here this time because I have something to ask of you."

"The weak are not qualified."

Oni Jujiro raised his racquet and pointed at Kanata Irie. The red racquet and red hair gave him the feeling of a red evil ghost. He said calmly: "Beat me, and you will be qualified to talk to me."

He only recognizes the strong!

Even if Byodoin is nothing in his eyes.

"I agree with this."

Kanata Irie had a smile on her lips: "The weak surrender to the strong, in this game... whoever wins is the strong!"

"This is the first time I have seen such a confident guy. I hope your strength can match this confidence."

Oni Jujiro glanced at Kanata Irie and walked sideways to his position.

"We'll see."

Kanata Irie walked down the court.

"rule."

The ghost spit out two words.

"Two goals."

Kanata Irie took out a tennis ball from his pocket.

"If it's a draw, you can state your request and I will consider what I can do."

Oni Jujiro's eyes were indifferent. He didn't think he would lose. The most important thing was that he couldn't detect any malice or danger in Irie, so he gave the other party a chance.

"But unfortunately... you can't do it!"

Looking at Irie throwing the tennis ball, the ghost suddenly moved.

Bang!

The tennis ball is hit by Irie.

The ghost stepped forward quickly and waved his backhand.

boom!

The racquet and the tennis ball were connected in a line. The moment it was hit, it formed an oval shape and shot out like a cannonball.

Looking at the tennis ball passing through the net, Irie narrowed her eyes: "Nice counterattack!"

After saying that, he quickly crossed the racquet, his wrist shaking as he touched lightly. The power and spin of the tennis ball actually slowed down little by little.

Like a top.

No matter how fast it goes, it will eventually stop.

Irie raised her hand to fight back.

Whoosh!

Looking at the tennis ball in a straight line, Gui was amazed in his heart, but he went up to hit it without any delay.

Bang!

Bang!

The two sides exchanged blows quickly.

at the same time.

Oni Jujiro keeps increasing his power.

Four percent.

Five percent!

Sixty percent.

Still didn't take down Kanata Irie.

"Just with your right hand?"

The ghost's eyes narrowed, showing a little chill.

He remembered that Kanata Irie's dominant hand was his left hand, right?

Tap! !

He came to the ball very quickly and pulled out his right hand vigorously.

boom!

A red beam of light seemed to shuttle through the sky, accompanied by terrifying flames.

This is a serious blow from the ghost.

He didn't believe that Irie could catch the ball with his weak body.

"sharp."

Irie nodded slightly.

However, Yao Hong's attack was terrifying, and it was easy for him to fight back. He tilted his arm and swung the racquet out.

Bang!

With the figure as the center of the circle, air waves continue to fly out.

at the same time.

The violent air waves and strong wind made Irie's red team uniform rustle.

Ghosts peek through the dust.

Saw the racquet hanging on top of the tennis ball.

"Resolved?"

The ghost's body trembled, and his eyes flashed with disbelief.

In my memory.

Irie is forced to return to the wrong place, but only at the ordinary national level. In his eyes, it was very weak, but he didn't expect it to be able to resist more than 60% of his attacks.

Whoosh!

In an instant, Irie tipped the ball over.

The ghost took a deep look at his opponent and said, "You are so hidden."

Irie smiled lightly: "To each other...isn't it?"

Uh-huh!

The ghost said no more, and a black light flashed in his eyes: "Black battle axe!"