Prince of Tennis: The Legendary Road

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""Gentlemen... please!"

To everyone's surprise, even people like Byodoin couldn't help but change their expressions when they saw Mifune's actions.

Mifune bowed deeply to everyone and stood up after a long time. This was a match that could decide the fate of Japanese tennis! In a sense, its importance even exceeded that of the big match that everyone's attention was focused on.

"Humph... We will be the winners! Old man, stop messing around with these useless things!"

A rough voice similar to Mita's was heard from Byodoin, which comforted Mifune a little.

"Everyone, set off now!"

With a big wave of Sanchuan's hand, everyone walked out of the training room in order and headed for the parking lot.

They will all take a car to the airport, where there is a plane specially prepared for them.

Everyone has been ready to go at any time at the request of the coaching staff these days, but they didn't expect it to come so suddenly. Niwang has just barely adjusted his state, and it is not the best time yet. At about ten o'clock, a group of people arrived at the airport and boarded the special plane. Niwang closed his eyes and dozed off all the way.

Whenever he has time, he is thinking about the second stage of the different-dimensional skills in his heart.

He is destined to be different from others, or he has raised the level of this different-dimensional skill by a level with his own way. But in essence, he still hasn't touched the real second stage of the different-dimensional skills.

He has only developed another use for the heavenly clothes, and he can barely fight! That day, the pirate of the younger generation of the Edo-in Temple, Wang Yang Dahai, gave him a hint of inspiration when he felt palpitations.

"Niou?"

Maori quietly walked to Niou's side without knowing when. There were some things that were not convenient to talk about during the training at the base, and they were not in the same dormitory at night.

Now everyone was basically resting, and there were only more than 30 people on such a large passenger plane. He could finally ask what he had been holding back.

"Hmm?"

The King opened his eyes after his thoughts were interrupted. There was a flash of aura in his eyes that he hadn't had time to restrain, which made Maori's whole body stunned.

""Mori-senpai? What's wrong?"

Niou responded and smiled at Maori, which made his body no longer feel the blood was frozen.

""No. Nothing." Maori shook his head, thinking that everything just now was just an illusion,"Yukimura is still in the hospital, and now you have left, they are fine."

Although he often skipped training when he was in the tennis club, as a participant in the creation of Rikkai University's two consecutive national championships and the successor of Rikkai University's Kanto championship status, he was still very concerned about these things.

""Senior, don't you have confidence in Sanada and the others?"

Niou asked back, and then told Maori that the schedule had changed. Seeing Maori's obvious relief, Niou himself sighed a little. If he didn't know that the people of Seigaku would be particularly favored by God this year and their strength would undergo earth-shaking changes, he would have felt that even without Yukimura and him, they would have won the Kanto competition.

After chatting with Maori for a few more words, the two fell into silence and closed their eyes to rest.

**The plane landed at about 12:00 noon Kyoto time. The three-hour journey felt like only two hours because of the time difference between the two places.

The staff of the Japan Tennis Association who had come to pick them up at the airport had already arranged it. When they left, their clothes attracted a lot of attention, causing a little commotion.

"We're here, everyone get off the bus!"

After about another hour of driving, the bus, which was packed with people, finally stopped.

The words"U17 Training Base" sparkled in the sun, almost blinding everyone.

This... is the U17 Training Base! In the next ten years, countless geniuses have emerged from this place.

In his heart, Ren Wang remembered what a professional player in his previous life said.

"If God accidentally leaked too much tennis talent to the world in the past few years, then the East got almost twice as much as the West.

The representatives are Japan and Japan! Japan was slightly concentrated in a few years, and other time periods also had more or less benefits. However, Japan's tennis talent was concentrated in five years!"

However, it was because of the difference of a few years that Japan's top combat power fell behind for ten years before it caught up.

""Let's go, let's go in."

Mifune looked at the name for a long time before speaking, waving his hand for everyone to follow.

Once they entered, they saw a training ground that was similar to theirs, but the area was frighteningly large, and there were many more people inside than they were.

"They have so many people?"

When they went on expeditions, they were at special competition venues and had never entered other countries' training bases. They were shocked for the first time. The number of people alone was scary enough.

The members of the second army of the ** team who were training also stopped training and looked at these dozens of yellow-skinned teenagers.