Tennis: One-on-one with the villain master, Kaido starts

In the training room.

Chiba Masao, who collected all the information about the elementary school tennis competition for Kintaro Toyama, had a rare and pleasant time.

He sat in a corner of the training room, watching the master and the apprentice training enthusiastically.

"Kid! The racket grip is wrong!"

"Stand with your feet slightly wider than your shoulders, relax your knees, lean your upper body slightly forward, and put your center of gravity slightly on your toes."

"Gently hold the racket handle with your right hand, hold the racket with your left hand, and place the racket between the height of your navel and chest."

...

Teacher Kaido is extremely strict in training Kintaro Toyama. Whenever Kintaro finds something wrong, he will point it out immediately.

In his eyes, Kintaro is a piece of unpolished jade.

And only after careful polishing can the jade shine brightly in the world.

As a big villain, Teacher Kaido is almost strict and perverted in the training of his beloved disciple Kintaro Toyama.

He wanted Kintaro to go further on the road of tennis from the bottom of his heart.

The road to the top of tennis is full of thorns and gravel, and technology is only the foundation of a tennis player.

And - passion from the soul and not being discouraged are the secrets to going long-term.

An excellent villain has several characteristics:

1. Have lofty ideals and ambitions.

2. Never be lazy to achieve goals.

3. Work hard every day and use all means and methods to realize dreams.

4. Laugh often.

5. Teamwork.

6. Don't be discouraged even if you fail.

Kaido wants to let Kintaro, this little devil, have these characteristics so that he can go further.

Thinking of this, a cold and fierce look flashed in Kaido's eyes.

"Kid, don't you want to learn my Thunder Bagua? Don't you want to defeat Kentaro Aoi?"

"If you don't work harder than others, how can you compare with the kid on the other side who has never played tennis!"

"Think about his arrogant expression after defeating you, don't you want to fight back?

While Mr. Kaido was torturing Kintaro Toyama physically, he was also putting mental pressure on him.

The villain teacher teaches students at his own pace. For true geniuses, gentle teaching methods cannot be used.

He believes that as long as he can survive these two months of training, Kintaro Toyama will definitely become a strong tennis player.

"Didn't you tell me that you wanted to see real tennis?"

"I'll tell you now that in the real tennis world, those players even put their lives aside. If you are not careful, you will lose your life!"

"Tell me, after you know the truth about the tennis world, do you still want to play tennis? "

Kaido waved the mace in his hand and roared at Kintaro Toyama.

Facing Kaido, Kintaro Toyama also responded with an expression of unwillingness to admit defeat.

"I want--"

"I, Kintaro Toyama, am not a coward. I want to play on the world stage and experience the cruel world of tennis! ”

At that time, Kintaro Toyama had not really loved tennis in his heart.

But after seeing the scenery of the top of tennis, he was full of curiosity about tennis.

What is the huge blue dragon floating behind Teacher Kaido?

Why can tennis emit a soul-stirring breath?

Why can't such a strong teacher Kaido beat the usually smiling and often slacking Chiba Gym Master!

Why did the coach of the opposite gym say that Chiba Gym Master is the prodigal son of the Tokyo tennis family?

Everything is too contradictory!

I, Kintaro Toyama, just want to make a path in tennis and see higher and more beautiful scenery.

"Ahhhhh——"

Swing——

Crazy swing——

After finding the correct grip, Kintaro Toyama followed Kaido's next instruction and swung the racket hard into the air.

Every strong tennis player has experienced day after day... Monotonous and boring swinging practice.

It not only exercises the strength and action of tennis players, but more importantly, cultivates a kind of muscle memory.

In a tennis match,

You need to judge the opponent's ball in the shortest time and respond quickly.

While running and pursuing, the racket in your hand is ready to swing.

'Whoosh--'

The mace was swung in front of Kintaro, and the sound of breaking the air made Kintaro Toyama tremble in his heart.

But there was no change in his expression on his face, his eyebrows were tightly knitted, and he breathed softly.

He constantly adjusted his swing posture under Kaido's strong sense of oppression.

"Ha--"

"Ha--"

Every time he swung a racket, Kintaro shouted loudly to boost his morale.

One hour!

Two hours!

Three hours!

Kintaro, who was swinging the racket, completely entered a state of forgetfulness.My realm, he forgot the existence of time, and every bit of strength in his body was being squeezed out to the last.

Chiba Masao, who was sitting next to him, touched the fish for three hours.

The expression on his face changed from the initial surprise to numbness.

Monster!

What a monster's physical strength!

He now understood why Kintaro Toyama was called a tennis player who surpassed the son of a samurai in the original work.

During the three-hour swing training, the little Kintaro had to withstand Kaido's verbal stimulation and the pressure of the mace in his hand.

He also kept the correct grip posture.

The swinging action also changed from the initial immaturity to the current proficiency. What's more terrifying is that Chiba Masao read a hint of swinging from Kintaro Toyama's swinging.

This is a very mysterious thing!

"Three hours are up! Stop swinging and do the next training in half an hour."

Hearing Kaido's teacher call for a stop, Kintaro instantly stopped the racket in his hand and collapsed on the cushion in the training room.

Through the light from the roof, you can see beads of sweat on the little face.

He gasped and his chest kept rising and falling.

"So tired! But so cool!" Kintaro shouted.

The pain from his arm invaded his brain, and Kintaro felt like he was going to die.

In the past ten years, he had never felt the feeling of his body and mind approaching the limit, a feeling of being truly alive.

"So this is the world of tennis, so exciting!"

Kaido looked at Kintaro lying on the ground and muttering to himself, and couldn't help laughing when he heard his words.

It was also the first time he saw a student who was still positive and optimistic after being tortured by painful training.

The key is that he is only twelve years old!

"This kid is good! I like him!" Kaido said in his heart.

He put down the mace in his hand and walked to Kintaro who was lying on the ground.

"Teacher Kaido, is there anything?" Kintaro asked.

"Kid, you can't just lie down after training. Lactic acid will accumulate in your body. You need to stretch and massage immediately."

"Ah! No! I don't want to move at all now."

Kintaro couldn't help but wail in pain when he heard that he had to get up and stretch. He felt sore when he raised his arm.

Besides, three hours of training made his body feel hollow.

How could he have the strength to stretch!

A rare smile appeared on Kaido's rough face with unshaven beard.

"Of course, my dear disciple doesn't need to stretch himself."

"Let me step on your back!"

Kintaro: Hmm? ? ?

The next second, a continuous wail sounded in the training room.

"Ahhhhh——"

"Goodbye, Mr. Kaido, take a break, I can stretch myself!"

"Mr. Kaido, Mr. Kaido!"

"Help! Master Chiba, save me——"

"Master Chiba——"

Kintaro Toyama, who was being massaged by Kaido using professional massage techniques, wailed in pain.

As we all know, the most painful thing after training is stretching.

But with the service of a professional masseur, you can be in the same condition as before the next day.

Mr. Kaido's massage technique is quite good, but the better the effect, the more painful the process.

Lying on the ground, trying to break free from Mr. Kaido's massage, Kintaro looked at Chiba Masao who was sitting beside him and watching him with a face full of longing.

He tried to awaken Chiba's love with the sound of "Master Chiba"!

But he was wrong.

All he saw until he fainted was Chiba's squinting eyes and a smile.

"Chi, Chiba, owner..."

Kintaro fell into a deep sleep before he knew it.