Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

The next day.

A bus drove down slowly from outside the iron gate of U17.

"It's really amazing to say, I didn't expect us to stay here for more than two months in a blink of an eye."

Yukimura leaned on the window with one hand, looking at the training base that was constantly regressing, feeling a little for a while.

"Don't care too much." Tracebe smiled confidently, "My uncle dare to bet that we will definitely come here again next year."

His eyes flickered, with a hint of cold light inside, "By then..."

It was a pity for them that they didn't make the first entry this time, because they wanted to play against their friends too much to see where the gaps were. They didn't expend physical effort to challenge others before that.

"Tezuka, how are your opponents in the world arena?"

On the other side, Fuji smiled and asked Tezuka. Since knowing that Tezuka and Yukimura had gone abroad to compete, he couldn't help but become curious.

To become a professional player, this has always been Tezuka's dream, and now he is getting closer and closer to his dream.

Fuji's words also attracted the attention of Sanada Kazube.

Although Ruobe studied in England when he was a child, he was only in contact with the tennis clubs still downstream of U14, which is far away from the European U17 level.

With a gleam of light in Tezuka's eyes, he pondered for a moment and said: "It's very strong. Even Australia, which is ranked in the middle of the world, has people who are not weaker than ours."

The junior high school student named Mark left a very deep impression on him. Even he might not be able to catch the serve at that terrifying speed.

Suddenly, the entire carriage became silent.

They all know Tezuka's character very well, and he can give such an answer, usually with a definite target.

"Is Australia so strong?" Yukimura murmured.

He suddenly felt a little regretful. In the three countries of Korea, Thailand, and India, he did not see people of the same age as Tezuka said.

Without feeling a bit heavy in the atmosphere, Tezuka continued: "Tanashima-senpai said that this kind of game is just a warm-up. Our real opponents are geniuses from Europe."

He gently pressed the glasses on his nose, "So, don't relax."

Just a few simple words made Fuji feel the pressure from world tennis.

However, Tezuka needed this effect. Some people may be crushed under pressure, but some people are destined to face the pressure and burst out more motivation.

"I said..." Tracebu's voice suddenly sounded in the carriage, "I didn't expect this uncle will be preached by you one day."

He stared sharply at the hand mound, and the corner of his mouth evoked a beautiful arc: "No matter what kind of opponent it is, he will eventually fall in the hands of this uncle."

"Well, Tracebe is obviously such a person." Tezuka thought silently in his heart.

The heavy atmosphere was broken by a speech from the trace department, but everyone in the carriage felt a little more understanding in their hearts.

Next, Yukimura and Tezuka each talked about their own experiences in the World Championship.

With wonderful tactics and powerful moves, Sanada was full of enthusiasm.

The bus suddenly stepped on the brake halfway up the mountain.

After a while, four figures came up from the car door with their messy hair.

"Um...great, Tezuka, Fuji, Tracebe... you are all here!"

As soon as he got on the bus, Kikumaru screamed with excitement.

It is difficult for anyone to realize that he escaped from that hell mode and then saw the excitement of his acquaintances.

"It seems that you are all gaining a lot?" Trace Department squinted his eyes and looked at the four people who had just gotten into the car.

Especially for Endurance, although their bodies are slightly embarrassed, from their bright eyes, it can be seen that some amazing changes must have taken place in them during this time.

A hint of thought flashed across Fuji's face and asked the Kikumaru in front of him, "Where did you all come from?"

"No, you don't know. In fact, there is a very steep mountain behind that base. On that mountain, there is an old man who loves to drink, has a lot of stinky problems, and has a very bad personality."

The language of Kikumaru's rapid organization, his mouth is like a machine gun, "He will pull us to train every day, and those training items are very pervert..."

Kikumaru pours bitterness towards Fujita, and finally someone can listen to his ordeals during this period of time.

finally.

He added weakly, "Of course, those trainings are quite effective."

The trio of Shinobu, Sengoku, and Nioh behind him could no longer stop the twitching of their mouths.

And listening to him nagging a lot of Fuer and Tracebu and others, they looked at each other, and a gleam of clarity flashed in their eyes.

It really is that place!

Shunyu explained his guess to them last night, and early in the morning, he set off from U17 to the back mountain that Kikumaru said.

"Little cat squint, isn't Ajutsu also there?"

"Huh, yeah, is he also eliminated?"

Kikumaru looked at the trail department and was slightly surprised, and then some fried hairs said: "What did you call me just now?!"

On the other hand, Mibu no longer paid attention to him, and turned his gaze to Shinobu who had been standing aside silently, "Do you bump into your shirt again today, Shinobu?"

Shinzu frowned, but he quickly understood what the trail meant, and shook his head: "We didn't touch the shirt. It should be a staggered route up and down the mountain."

"You guys went there after that knockout match, right?"

"Um."

...

Several people exchanged information with each other, and soon a general context of the matter was sorted out by them.

"So... we were all tricked by that coach!"

The trace department frowned, his expression unhappy.

The coach named Kurobe turned them around from start to finish.

Just when all of them gathered at the bus and set off for Tokyo together again.

Back mountain, the end of the heart.

Using the shirt with his hands and feet together, a few flexible jumps, he easily climbed this steep mountain.

In my memory, this place was used to train Echizen Ryoma and the others for the first time.

However, when he came to the barren field in front of the wooden house, an unexpected figure was standing there.

"Senior Byodoin?"

There was a trace of doubt in Shang Shan Yu's eyes. He didn't expect to see Byodoin Phoenix here.

According to what he has learned before, shouldn't Byodo-in Temple still recover from injuries in Europe or travel elsewhere in the world?

"You came."

Byodoin opened his squinted eyes and cast his gaze fixedly toward the shirt. "I heard that you got the No. 4 badge of Wugu, which is very good."

Byodoin swept away the golden badge on the collar of his shirt, with a hint of appreciation in his tone.

"When did the senior come back? Besides..."

Before Jung Yuu's words fell, he saw Byodoin untied the rope of the cloth bag next to him and pulled out a black racket from inside.

His eyes shrank slightly.

Then, he looked around again, but did not find Mifune Rindo and Ajutsu.

Could it be...

For some reason, a speculation that made him a little eager to try came to his mind.

"You should have guessed it, shirt boy." Byodoin said as he walked, he was walking from the sidelines to the court step by step.

His momentum spreads by one point every time he takes a step. When he stands still in the midfield, a strong sense of oppression is directly pressing on the shirt.

"Huh...I understand."

The shirt took a light breath, walked to the side of the court and took out a racket with a black and red border from the bag behind him.

Byodoin Phoenix just meant it was already obvious. Maybe it was the arrangement of Mifune's entrance, maybe it was his whim, but Sung Yuu understood that if he hadn't played this game, no matter what he asked, the other party would not answer.

But despite this, a long-lost feeling that made him tremble returned.

It's not the same as when I faced Oni Jujiro. Now he has become stronger, even if he faces the ghost again, he dare to say that he is certain.

but!

In front of him is the Byodoin Phoenix!

Even if the opponent doesn't have any actions right now, he can feel a terrifying aura like an abyss locking him firmly.

"Sweater Yu, please enlighten me!"

"Byodoin Phoenix."

The two shook hands in front of the net, with a serious expression on the shirt and staring sharp eyes on the somewhat vicissitudes of Byodoin's face.

In just over half a year, the sunny and handsome phoenix has gradually moved closer to the image of an overlord in the future.

"Sweater, if you want to be able to stand in front of me all the time, then hold on to the determination to die."

A strand of long golden hair hangs down from the gap of the white protective belt on the forehead of Byodoin Temple, which also reflects his cold and majestic look in his domineering eyes.

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