Prince of Tennis: The Power of Fantasy

"Senior Tokugawa, what are you going to do?"

Youyun was very curious about Tokugawa's plan to go with Yahei.

"I will go find him.

Tokugawa Kazuya said lightly.

The court area below.

Different from junior high school students, the faces of high school students are very ugly.

Originally, he was kicked out of the training camp because he didn't grab the tennis ball.

The mood of this group of high school students is extremely bad.

Now the behavior of middle school students is like throwing a spark into an oil drum, directly exploding the high school students.

"You kids in the middle of the country."

A loud shout rang in the ears of middle school students.

"Um?"

Upon hearing this loud shout, the brows of the junior high school students frowned.

Then they turned their heads and looked in the direction of the sound.

I saw a high school student with yellow hair and a bad boy look glaring at them.

His name is Junichi Sasobe, a sophomore in high school.

Sasobe Junichi is currently in court on the twelfth court, and his strength barely claims to be good.

"You take too much.

Sasobe Junichi pointed at the junior high school students and said very uncomfortably.

"Oh? Does Coach Kurobe have a rule that one person can only grab one ball?"

Shiraishi Kuranosuke's eyes were full of playful colors.

"Oshitari, I remember Coach Kurobe said just now."

Mukahi Gakuto asked Oshitari Yuushi.

"Those who didn't grab the tennis should leave the training camp immediately, right."

"Coach Kurobe indeed said so."

Oshitari Yuushi pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, affirming what Mukahi Gakuto said.

"According to Coach Kurobe, you should go now.

"Why stay here?"

Mukahi Gakuto turned his attention to the high school students.

"Hahaha, that's it"/. "

"I'm really sorry, you should go home as soon as possible."

Kirihara Akaya burst out laughing.

In the coach's office.

"It looks like the middle school students won a big victory."

"High school students, it seems that they are close to being eliminated."

Saitō Itaru briefly analyzed the situation.

"Although the development of the matter is somewhat beyond our expectations."

"But it doesn't matter.

Kurobe Yukio put the microphone on the table in front of him.

In the training camp.

"The high school students who failed to get the ball, leave immediately.

Kurobe Yukio's voice came from the speakers around the court.

"What a joke."

"This group of middle school students just got lucky and got the ball."

"Why can replace us."

Sasobe Junichi walked into the court, and then faced the junior high students.

"I want to prove my strength.

"Then use tennis to play against us."

"Oh, in that case."

Atobe's face showed a smile that was full of misfortune.

"Then I will play with you.

"It's boring anyway, let me pass the time for a while."

Yukimura stood out from the crowd and came to the forefront of the camp of middle school students.

Sanada walked silently to Yukimura and stood side by side with him.

"You group of junior high school kids are too arrogant."

Several black lines appeared on Junichi Sasobe's forehead.

"Give me just enough.

"Come on, who of you will go first?"

Atobe walked into the court, then lay on the net and said casually.

"I'll do it first, Sasobe.

"Let me teach this junior high school kid how to respect seniors."

In the camp of high school students, a serious-looking man wearing a four-color beret said.

His name is Matsuhira Matsuhiro.

Matsuhira Matsuhiro, like Junichi Sasobe, is currently in Court No. 12.

"Well, Matsudaira."

Sasobe Junichi walked out of the court and gave the place to Matsudaira Junichi.

After the match parties are determined.

Atobe and Matsudaira stood at the baselines before and after the court, facing each other.

"The opponent is just a junior high school kid."

"Songping, don't be merciful."

Said Junichi Sasobe sitting on the referee seat.

"It's really unfortunate.

Matsudaira’s left leg was bent, and his right leg and left arm holding the racket stretched forward, posing a very weird posture.

"I don't know what it means to be merciful."

Matsudaira threw up the tennis ball in his hand, then swung the racquet and hit the tennis ball.

"Magnon bullets."

boom.

There was a roar of hitting the ball.

The tennis ball galloped on the court.

In a blink of an eye, I came to the serve area of ​​Atobe.

""Huh, show mercy?"

An unexpected smile appeared on Atobe's face.

It seems to be ridicule, and it seems to be disdain.

boom.

The tennis ball passed through Matsuhira's right side and flew outside the court.

"what?"

Seeing this scene, Ms. Matsudaira and the high school students around the court's complexion changed drastically at the same time.

"Songping's Magnum bomb was beaten back by him so easily.

"Furthermore, should you directly receive serve to score?"

Sasobe Junichi's face was full of incredible expression.

The match between the two is still in progress.

boom.

boom.

boom.

As a player on the 12th court of the training camp, Matsuhira is indeed not weak.

However, Atobe's (money) strength was already beyond this level when it first came to the training camp two years ago.

Not to mention that the current Atobe is more than one level stronger than the original self.

Therefore, in the face of Atobe's offensive, Matsudaira had no room to fight back.

Ten minutes later.

boom.

Atobe waved his racquet and hit the tennis straight to Matsudaira.

Because Atobe returned the ball too fast and soft.

All Matsudaira had only time to put the tennis ball in front of him, and slightly resisted.

boom.

The tennis ball hit Matsuhira's racquet and bounced high.

"No, it's Lob.

Seeing this ball, Matsudaira's heart suddenly felt bad.

Ta Ta Ta Ta.

"Such a gift to my uncle."

Atobe sprinted towards the tennis ball.

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