Tennis: Sorry! I'm In Gear!

"squeak--"

"I am back!"

"Ryoma! You're back? Eh! What's wrong with your face? Didn't you go to the regional qualifiers today? You got into a fight with someone else?"

at night.

Echizen Ryoma returns home.

As soon as you enter.

His cousin Echizen Nanako noticed the wound on his face and asked anxiously.

"It's alright! It's just that I accidentally scratched the ball!"

"Old man?"

Echizen Ryoma waved his hand to indicate that he was fine, then turned his head and asked where his father was.

"Really! Be careful! If it's broken, how will you find a girlfriend in the future!"

"Uncle he's in the temple!"

"One big and one small really makes my aunt and I feel uneasy!"

Echizen Nanako said in a huff.

But.

Echizen Ryoma, who heard where his father was from her mouth, had already rushed out of the house and ran towards the temple on the side.

"Old guy! The news is very well-informed! Not long after I came back, you came to the door?"

"I won't invite you to a late-night snack! Tell me if you have something, and let it go!"

A middle-aged man dressed casually, lying on a mat with bare feet and ears.

He also held an unreliable magazine in his hand.

In front of him was a middle-aged man with long hair who was equally sloppy and sturdy.

Hearing his words, the blue veins on his forehead twitched.

"asshole!"

"Echizen Nanjiro! You can't be serious!"

"JapanU-17 still suffered a crushing defeat at the World Championship two years ago! Since you are back, you will die if you make a move!"

Three Mifūne Nyudō three looked at the lazy guy in front of him, wishing to smash the wine gourd around his waist on the other's head.

At that time, the opponent was only one step away from getting the honor that countless professional tennis players dream of, but they gave up!

He even announced his retirement.

He knew that the other party felt that there was no opponent, and he didn't care about the honor of being number one in the world.

But.

It has been too long now that Japan has not seen a legendary figure like him who can hold the top of the tennis world.

If it goes on like this, Japan's tennis will be useless!

As the head coach of U-17, he is really anxious!

"Ouch! What are you doing with me for this kind of thing? I'm not a coach!"

"Besides! I've already retired. I haven't played tennis for so many years. Maybe I can't beat those little brats under your hands!"

Echizen Nanjiro naturally understands why his old friend is looking for him.

But he was too lazy to deal with it!

"you......"

"Old man!"

San Mifūne Nyudō heard this, and was so angry that he was about to curse when he suddenly heard the voice of a young man.

"I'm going! The brat is back!"

"Mifune! Keep your mouth shut for me!"

Hearing his son's voice, Echizen Nanjiro immediately turned his head and told San Mifūne Nyudō San.

"Eh! I..."

Three Mifūne Nyudō was a little puzzled, but Echizen Nanjiro gave him another look and made him swallow his words.

At this time.

Echizen Ryoma also appeared in front of Echizen Nanjiro with a tennis bag.

"Stinky boy! What? Didn't you play your regional competition today?"

"Could it be that your kid was too arrogant and was beaten by others?"

Echizen Nanjiro was taken aback when he saw the wound on his son's face.

Then he pretended not to care and asked.

And Echizen Ryoma was the three Mifūne Nyudō three who looked at the unfamiliar face. After hesitating for a while, he nodded: "The opponent is too powerful, I can't beat it!"

"Hahaha! Still stubborn, you...what?! You admit defeat?!"

Echizen Nanjiro, who knew his son's personality, thought that the other party would be stubborn, and subconsciously turned on the "father complaining" mode.

Who knew he didn't react until halfway through the words.

Did your son admit defeat?

Surprisingly, he even threw aside his collection of magazines.

"Nanjiro, is this kid your son?"

"Seigaku's student? You can play in the first grade, huh! It's hidden deep enough!"

San Mifūne Nyudō San is the head coach of U-17, but it does not mean that he is not aware of the current tennis in the middle school.

After all, the new recruits that U-17 recruits every year are basically high school students who have performed well in the annual national competition for middle school students.

After the national competition, the training will begin.

Seigaku!

Or the family home of the old guy Echizen Nanjiro in front of him!

"Old man, who is he?"

Echizen Ryoma glanced at San Mifūne Nyudō and asked.

"It's not important, it's not important! It's just an old friend!"

"It's your kid, it's the first time I heard you admit defeat! I do all the bells and whistles on weekdays, but I can't beat others!"

Echizen Nanjiro immediately perfunctory, after all, in his opinion, his stupid son is not qualified to know about U-17.

Then it went back to the opponent's game.

San Mifūne Nyudō San, an old fox like him, naturally sensed it.

Old stuff!

Secretly nurture your own son!

Pretending to not care, isn't it because he is afraid that his son will be beaten and lose confidence?

Pack! You go on!

But he didn't make it clear, instead he just drank tea by himself as if he didn't know anything.

"I'm serious! But this time the opponent is really strong!"

"However, I won't admit defeat! I will definitely beat him in the next game!"

"correct!"

"Old man! I came to you to ask you a question! Do you know that when someone is playing tennis, a shadow will appear behind them? Like a sniper rifle?"

Echizen Ryoma usually doesn't talk that much with his father.

But in order to figure out the shot Nan Lin hit in the afternoon, he couldn't care less.

But when he mentioned the word phantom, Echizen Nanjiro and San Mifūne Nyudō were both startled.

The two looked at each other.

Echizen Nanjiro looked at his son seriously.

"How can you see the ghost?"

Echizen Ryoma was also a little surprised to see his father's expression, but he didn't hide anything.

Tell what happened in the afternoon game.

"The whole barbed wire was broken! I asked the guy named Nan Lin, but he asked me to ask you!"

After Echizen Ryoma finished speaking, he looked up.

He found the faces of his old man and the man named San Mifūne Nyudōsan in astonishment.

This was also the first time he saw his old man have such an expression.

[The new book asks for flowers and asks for evaluation tickets~]