Legendary tennis, starting from signing up to talent

The Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School team.

"Did you see it clearly?"

"Yes! It was quite clear! It was indeed from the door of the limit of the thousand hammers and hundreds of tempers."

Yukimura Seiichi and Sanada Genichirō looked at each other and exchanged in a deep voice.

There was nothing but shock and disbelief in their eyes.

And a gleam of brilliance.

You know.

The two of them had actually opened the state of selflessness a long time ago.

But because it would consume a lot of physical strength after being used, they did not go too deep.

Even the limit of the talent displayed by Tezuka Kunimitsu was not very tempting for them.

Because even if it was displayed, it would not be able to lay a foundation for victory when facing opponents of the same level.

However, what Kitagawa showed made the two of them moved.

"A new road that combines the selfless state and the Ashura Shinto."

"I don't know if the influence of the selfless state and the three gates appears on this road."

"Another point, this should be the fourth statue of the other dimension of junior Beichuan."

Compared to the two of them.

Yanagi Renji, who was sitting next to him, was writing furiously.

While recording, he analyzed to himself.

Not only them, but also Niou Masaharu, Kirihara Akaya, Yagyu Hiroshi, Marui Bunta, and Jackal Kuwahara were also thinking about something.

On the other side.

On the side of the Seishun Academy team.

"What a terrifying existence!"

Tezuka Kunimitsu said in a deep voice, staring at Beichuan on the court with deep eyes.

He was the most clear about the difficulty of integrating the limit of thousands of tempers and the domain.

Not to mention integrating into other existences outside the body.

However.

Beichuan not only did it.

It even showed a terrifying power that made people feel hopeless.

"But it also makes people more eager to move."

Fuji Shusuke, who was standing by, was also looking at Kitagawa. After hearing Tezuka Kunimitsu's sigh, he said softly.

Whether it was the advanced field, or the alternative development of the three gates of the selfless realm, or the statues of the other dimension that made people feel powerless, and many seemingly inconspicuous but uniquely integrated skills.

In short.

The appearance of Kitagawa not only made them feel pressure, but also made them look forward to becoming stronger and competing with him.

On the side of the Hyotei Academy representative team in the audience.

"This guy has become stronger again..."

The mummy-like Atobe Keigo subconsciously clenched his fists.

There was a desire in his eyes, a desire to become stronger, a desire to defeat Kitagawa.

"Atobe..."

The other regulars looked at Atobe Keigo in this state and couldn't help but worry.

After all, the opponent he had been thinking about did not play against him in the Kanto tournament.

Even if he had not experienced it personally, he could still feel it.

"Don't worry."

"I won't do anything wrong."

"I am the chosen one, Atobe Keigo!"

Aware of everyone's gaze, Atobe Keigo took a deep breath.

Then he spoke loudly to everyone with great pride.

But a light flashed in his eyes that contradicted it.

On the side of the Rokkaku Junior High School team.

"Wow..."

"A new path has appeared."

"It's just that——"

"How many years have passed since the emergence of tennis."

"Countless amazing people have tried to take a new path, but how many of them have survived in the end?"

"The road is made by people. If no one walks, it is not a road."

The old man who was drowsy in the last second opened and closed his eyes slightly in the next second.

The turbid eyes reflected the boy on the court, and a gleam of light flashed by.

Then he muttered to himself.

"Dad, is there something wrong with junior Beichuan?"

Saeki Torajiro, who was sitting next to him, raised his eyebrows slightly and asked curiously.

Although he did not have too deep intersection with Beichuan and the others.

But Beichuan helped Aoi Kentaro before.

Reasonably, he also wanted to repay this favor.

"It's not wrong."

"It's just that the road ahead is not easy~!"

Shaking his head, the old man sighed softly.

[It seems that I need to remind you~]

[At that time, how to choose depends on you, young man. ]

Hearing this.

Saeki Torajiro was slightly startled.

But when he was about to continue asking, his father had already fallen asleep.

In the end, he could only look at Beichuan on the court with a worried look.

Compared to the off-court.

At this moment on the court.

Echizen Ryoma still did not move at all.

Standing there in a daze, looking at the North

Or he could say he was looking at the tall figure holding the sword.

Indistinctly, it seemed as if he could still hear the sound of the sword.

In short, he didn't dare to move at all.

As if his throat would be cut in the next second.

Even though the ball had already fallen, even though the dust on the court had already subsided, even though the referee's whistle had passed for a long time.

Bang!

Just as the referee on the high platform was about to remind Echizen Ryoma to take his place.

The racket in Echizen Ryoma's hand fell directly to the ground.

The hand that was originally holding the racket was still shaking a little at this time.

It might be related to the previous continuous display of ball skills, or it might be related to the hard reception of several balls from Kitagawa.

Of course, it might also be because he was shocked by the ball just now.

"How is it?"

He grinned, and his white teeth looked particularly white and crystal in the sunlight.

Kitagawa asked softly with a twinkling look in his eyes.

The silence was broken in an instant.

"......"

Gradually coming back to his senses, Ryoma Echizen clenched his empty palms and fell silent.

He glanced at the racket on the ground, and then at Kitagawa across from him, with a complex look in his eyes.

"Huh..."

"Very strong!"

"So strong that I feel suffocated."

"But——"

"I will never admit defeat!"

"Even if I lose, I will lose standing!"

He exhaled deeply.

Ryoma Echizen answered Kitagawa in a sonorous and powerful voice.

You can say.

This game was definitely a great benefit for him.

Not only did he know the problems of his own kendo tennis, but he also witnessed a powerful sword.

Logically speaking, continuing would be completely asking for trouble.

This is indeed the case.

He, who has just entered the national level, has to fight against Kitagawa, who has entered the professional level for a long time. Even with the blessing of the protagonist's halo, there is no way.

However.

This match is not just a match between him and Kitagawa.

It is also the final of the Kanto Tournament between the Seigakuen team and Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School.

If it was a personal matter before, it is now a big deal.

"Is that so~"

"Then it depends on how long you can hold on, Yueyue."

After taking a deep look at Echizen Ryoma.

Kitagawa walked towards the serving position.