The Age of the Miracle of the NetKing

Kintaro Toyama waved his arms in a victorious posture.

“Oh, yes, you’re the first!”

Echizen Ryoma pressed the brim of his hat and said coolly.

“Cut! It’s not even close. ”

Seijuro Akaji saw Mifune Irimichi sitting on a stake at a glance.

Looking at each other, Mifune Irumichi also spotted Akaji with a strange aura in the crowd.

As a coach for so many years, who is strong and who is weak, he knows at a glance.

The gang of flute-headed boys in front of him will undergo irregular training here.

When he can leave, he has the final say.

Thinking that he held power, Mifune took his last sip of wine.

Suddenly, he was in a lot of spirits.

Get up and walk towards everyone with swaying steps.

And when everyone saw such an unknown man approaching them, the timid began to retreat.

“That… It’s a person or a ghost…”

Nomura Tongji stood behind Akaji with a bit of fear in his eyes.

He has been afraid of those dirty things since he was a child, and it is the middle of the night, maybe he will really encounter some ghosts and revenants and the like.

Mifune yelled roughly.

“Miscellaneous people, I’m your coach Mifune, get ready to go to hell, hahaha…”

The man’s rough and unbridled laughter echoed in the valley of the night.

Many people get goosebumps.

Seijuro Akaji walked up without fear and bowed very respectfully to Mifune Irido.

“Coach, Court 9 came to report.”

Mifune Irido squinted at Akaji, his gaze slightly cold.

“You boy, it seems to be their leader?”

Akaji looked up at Mifune Irido, shook his head with a smile, and denied it.

“No, I’m just in charge of bringing them here.”

“Haha…” Mifune Irumichi seemed to find Akaji’s answer amused, and laughed presumptuously.

It’s been a long time since there have been so many people here.

Mifune took a look at the people who had a raw catalog, and couldn’t wait to recreate them.

He pinned the jug deftly to his waist, pointed to the junior high school students standing in front of him, and ordered.

“Get tempered here, boys, now take off all your clothes!”

When everyone heard this, they all had black question marks on their faces.

Several people looked at each other, all very puzzled.

Kintaro Toyama approached Echizen Ryoma and asked quietly.

“Eh, the younger he is, shouldn’t that uncle have any special metamorphosis?”

Echizen Ryoma shook his head, but his expression remained calm.

Kintaro Toyama shifted his gaze to Seijuro Akaji again.

“Brother Akaji, is this guy really our coach?”

Yuanshan asked half-convincedly, his eyes flickering.

Seijuro Akaji replied calmly and affirmatively.

“That’s right.”

After everyone put down their hearts, they obediently took off their shirts as Mifune said and changed into the black coats of the mountaintop training group.

Mifune saw that the moonlight was shining, so he let several people run around the mountain road for an hour before letting them sleep.

“Hoo-hoo-huh-”

Everyone had consumed a lot of physical strength when they reached the top of the mountain before.

In addition, the mountain road here is steep and rugged, which makes it even more difficult for them to sustain it.

As a result, many people couldn’t eat half of the run, slumped on the ground and gasped for air.

Everywhere the eye can see, there are woods that are as dark as if they can devour human beasts.

Mifune entered the road and spurred them on, beating a gong and drumming to wake them up before dawn.

Because they were too tired the night before, everyone slept very soundly.

Everyone stood in line, and Echizen Ryoma couldn’t help but yawn.

With tears in his eyes, it looked like he hadn’t slept enough.

Secretly looked at Akaji and the others next to him, and saw that they were all wearing black circles.

Mifune Irishimichi drank alcohol while arranging today’s training program.

“First of all, the group will start the group competition, and the losing team will have to carry water all day today.”

The team quickly split into two groups.

The junior high school group is headed by Akaji, but it is clear that high school students have a comparative advantage in terms of numbers.

The game was played on dirt, and even the net in the middle was temporarily pulled up by a few of them.

The venue looks very rudimentary and even irregular.

Mifune Irumichi squinted at everyone while he rested on a stone in the middle of the course.

“Now start the game, the losing team will not only be responsible for carrying water, but also can only sleep in the cave tonight.”

Kintaro Toyama couldn’t help but get very excited at the thought of sleeping in that dark cave.

But the faces of the other people next to him were very ugly.

But no normal person wants to sleep in a cave.

The cave is not only dark, but also dirty, dark and damp, and there are unknown snakes, insects, rats and ants.

So, with the determination to win, everyone stood on both sides of the net with rackets in hand.

Unlike the usual singles or doubles, this tournament uses team competition.

That is, everyone is standing on the pitch at the beginning of the game.

Any player who fails to receive the serve wins.

In the end, whichever side has more people left will be able to win the final victory.

Mikawa would use such rules of the game, not to see the qualifications of those people, but simply because it was more time-saving.

Sanada Kenichiro sank his face and whispered.

“It’s more complicated than the expected team battle.”

Keigo Jibe’s wild and unruly voice sounded.

“What is this, Uncle Ben alone can knock down all those guys.”

Akaji stood in the middle of the two and glanced at the situation on the opposite side.

High school students seem to be very good at dealing with this kind of team fighting.

They have now stood according to their areas of expertise, and Matsumoto and Suzuki in front of the net have sworn by it.

The bottom line position is backed by three bridges and a tomb.

Not to mention that there are several people guarding the left and right wings and in the middle of the court.

In contrast, junior high school students seem a little immature, or it can be said that they are young and frivolous.

It is precisely because each of them is strong that the team cohesion is not enough.

Seijuro Akaji seems to see in Sanada the shadow of the original “Age of Miracles”.

Weren’t a few of them unable to condense precisely because their respective technologies had reached their peak?

To win this game, simply going it alone is certainly not enough.

Even if he can fight against one hundred, there is no guarantee that he will not be affected by his teammates in this situation.