Wang Wangzhi starts from Sharingan

Bang!

Hugh~

Peng~呲~~~

With a soft sound, in the sky above the left half of the field, a pale yellow stream of light flashed rapidly. After landing on the ground, it ejected and hit the wall behind.

at the same time.

Turning to look at the pale yellow tennis ball bouncing back from the wall, Echizen Ryoma, who was still galloping just a second ago, stepped on the brakes.

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The friction between the soles of the shoes and the ground caused Echizen Ryoma's body to pause. After he straightened up, he let out a long breath.

"Huh~"

"This guy..."

Turning back and raising his head, Echizen Ryoma's amber eyes stared directly at Kitagawa Sora, who was standing facing the wind on the right half of the field.

The one-goal encounter allowed Echizen Ryoma to see Sora Kitagawa's powerful three-pointer.

It can be said that the control of the ball is extremely wonderful, and the whole process is smooth and calm. It seems that everything is under control.

With completely unfathomable strength and speed, no matter how hard he hits the ball, Kitagawa Sora can easily catch it.

And the power of returning the ball is not even a little bit more, not even a hair.

In other words, the guy opposite was even deliberately controlling his own power, and he was controlling it perfectly.

in short.

The strength shown by Kitagawa Sora with one goal was extraordinary, so strong that even Echizen Ryoma felt the pressure.

He is the tennis player that Echizen Ryoma has encountered in his tennis career over the years, second only to his father Nanjiro Echizen.

but.

“Just what I wanted!”

Phew~

He reached out and pressed the white hat on his head, and the dark green hair around his ears was blowing in the wind.

In Echizen Ryoma's eyes, the blazing flames formed by the condensed fighting spirit burned and rose.

To put it in the B-KING way.

——It’s better to be stronger.

——Only when you are strong enough can you be worth defeating.

…

And here in the right half.

Sora Kitagawa, who enjoyed the caress of the breeze and easily scored the first goal, was paying attention to the state of Echizen Ryoma.

Looking at the little B. KING across from him with changed eyes, high fighting spirit, and exuding fighting spirit all over his body, Beichuan smiled indifferently and nodded slightly in his heart.

The shot just now was the result of Sora Kitagawa's deliberate control.

The tidal attack of one ball after another, the extreme mobilization in the half court, and the power of every ball are the same. People can see the subtleties at a glance.

Combined with the pressure from the momentum of the main body, it can put a lot of pressure on the opponent.

But it's obvious.

Echizen Ryoma has never been a tennis player who would give in to pressure.

Under the training of Echizen Nanjiro, the 'loving father', from childhood to adulthood, Echizen Ryoma's heart has already become extremely tough.

Thinking of this, Kitagawa Kong's eyebrows curved slightly.

A slight arc, a slight smile.

Immediately, Beichuan Sora, whose mind returned, flicked his gaze and fell to the opposite side.

"Echizen~kid~"

"This momentum is very good."

"But, 0-15."

Tread~tap~tap~~~

Unexpectedly, the sound of light footsteps sounded.

On the left and right halves, Kitagawa Sora and Echizen Ryoma took steps one after another towards the serving and receiving positions in the other half.

ever!

His eyes narrowed, and the declaration from Echizen Ryoma resounded throughout the stadium.

"I'll win it back!"

Da~da~da~~~

The crisp rhythmic sound of hitting the ball once again sounded in the hands of Echizen Ryoma.

Holding the racket in his left hand and holding the ball in his right hand, Echizen Ryoma, who was standing in the baseline service area of ​​the left half of the left half of the court and gradually adjusted his breath, raised his head and glanced at Kitagawa Sora.

Then……

As Kitagawa Sora's eyes flickered, he directly exchanged the tennis racket and tennis ball in his hand.

Hold the ball in your left hand and shoot with your right hand.

"Oh~"

"Changed the shot."

"It looks like that one is coming."

Just as Kitagawa Sora's mouth curved with an arc of expectation, he continued to hold the shot and lay down to wait.

On the left half, in one breath, Echizen Ryoma responded to Kitagawa Sora's waiting with direct actions.

Oh~~~

The pale yellow tennis ball soared into the air, Echizen Ryoma jumped on his knees, the tennis racket followed the body and swung through the air, and that~

White shoelaces fluttering in the air.

brush--

Peng!

"Outspin serve!"

Peng~呲呲呲~~~

Hush——

With a crisp sound, a pale yellow phantom stream streaked through the air, making a startling sound.

Under Echizen Ryoma's vigorous swing, the 'shoelace serve' flew straight towards the right half of the tennis court.

Target trajectory, crescent arc, side of Kitagawa Sora's right foot.

The target landing point is on the inside center line of the right half of the service area.

The terrifying internal spin attached to the tennis ball created a strong wind that cut around the ball and was extremely powerful.

And during this process, Kitagawa Sora was not afraid at all when looking at the flying 'outspin serve' from the receiving position in the right half.

His expression didn't change, his complexion didn't change, and his position didn't even move.

He just moved his feet a little, turned sideways, looked into the air more comfortably, and caught the incoming 'spin serve'.

Then~

He calmed down and observed carefully.

At this moment, Kitagawa Sora didn't even change the familiar smile at the corner of his mouth and between his eyebrows.

In fact, Sora Kitagawa knows how to "spin serve" and so on. He even used it when he first "attacked" the Seigaku Tennis Club.

But!

‘B-King’, ‘Prince’, and Echizen Ryoma’s off-spin serve and off-spin serve are two different things.

It is actually quite interesting and meaningful to experience and witness Echizen Ryoma’s ‘shoelace serve’ in person.

Just like a ‘card collector’.

And now.

The big devil said he was in a pretty good mood.

Chi~chi~chi~~~

A violent friction sound appeared in front of Kitagawa Sora's right foot. Looking at the yellow tennis ball that was in close contact with the ground, Kitagawa Sora smiled.

immediately.

Huh~

As Kitagawa Sora tilted his head sideways, the extremely fast-spinning tennis ball left the restraints of the ground and ejected towards the original position of Kitagawa Sora's face.

Hugh~

A scream broke through the sky, and a strong wind passed by.

The perfect avoidance allowed Kitagawa Sora's face to just pass by the pale yellow tennis ball.

Phew~

The wind blew up at the right time, blowing Kitagawa Sora's black hair, and also blowing the pale yellow tennis ball that rolled to the back.

"15-15."

After the second goal, the voice of Echizen Ryoma sounded in the left half, coolly announcing the score changes.

Of course, there's that...

"You're still far away!"

A 'sudden' outswinging serve hit Sora Kitagawa with an ace, which suddenly made Echizen Ryoma feel relieved. He started to act cool by pressing the brim of his hat.

I replied to Kitagawa Sora, "You're still far behind."

As the saying goes, a gentleman's revenge is never too late.

But the provocation from 'Prince'·'B-KING' came immediately.

On the other side of the pavilion, looking at Echizen Ryoma who was starting to act cool and handsome, Echizen Renko couldn't help but smile softly and said softly.

"This kid Ryoma~"

"Hahaha~~~"

After Echizen Renko's chuckle, there was Echizen Nanjiro's "obscene" snicker.

"But that's it."

"Next, this brat can cry, hehehe~"

And just when Echizen Nanjiro and Echizen Renko were laughing happily.

On the tennis court, the two people who were seated again began to hold their breath and wait patiently.

Waiting for that moment.

Phew~

Huh~

The wind picked up, and in an instant, the pale yellow tennis ball flew into the air again.

And Echizen Ryoma, who was at the serving position, jumped up again, stretching his body and dancing in the air.

I still shoot with my right hand, and my shoelaces are still flying.

Peng~呲~

"Outspin serve!"

Hugh~

At this moment, under the fierce downward pressure and cutting blow of the tennis racket, the tennis ball was once again given a huge kinetic energy, and with a violent internal top spin, it headed towards Kitagawa Sora.

Just like the ‘offspin serve’ from the previous ball.

But obviously, the result this time must be different.

After watching "Shoelace Serve" once and satisfying his collecting hobby, Sora Kitagawa naturally started to get serious.

Although he was only a little more serious, it was enough to face the current Echizen Ryoma.

Step~

Under the sound of light tapping, Kitagawa Sora slightly adjusted his position and posture, slightly moved the racket, and then stared at the tennis ball that began to rub violently against the ground.

The next second.

ever!

The momentary opportunity was accurately captured by Kitagawa Sora.

The jade-white tennis racket has been swung out cleanly, like fishing for the moon from the bottom of the sea, crossing a large crescent arc.

Then he accurately caught the tennis ball that had just bounced off the ground.

Peng~

呲~

Hugh~~~

Under the screams of the wind, a stream of yellow light passed over the net at high speed and headed towards the baseline corner of the left half of the court.

This time, the "outside-spin serve" that had just left the ground had not even started to show its true power when it was hit back by Kitagawa Sora's quick volley with a pulling style.

Kitagawa Sora's clean and confident swing made Echizen Ryoma slightly startled.

"A quick volley close to the ground?"

"Call right back!"

The next second.

Peng~呲~

Dongdong~da~da~da~~~

The pale yellow tennis ball that appeared again under the wall said it all.

"15-30."

After the indifferent announcement of the score, Kitagawa Sora continued to speak, teasing and provoking (teasing) Echizen Ryoma.

"Ah~"

"If you're not careful, the force you use will be a little bit stronger."

Of course, what came back to Kitagawa Sora was Echizen Ryoma's cold snort.

"snort!"

You actually have the same bad taste as the old man, ‘B-King’ means that he doesn’t want to care about you.

…

"Huh~"

After taking a deep breath, he returned to the serving position. After adjusting his condition, Echizen Ryoma began to serve again.

Huh~

Swish——

The ball is up, the shot is up.

Echizen Ryoma, who did not believe in evil, once again hit an 'outspin serve'.

But it is a pity that Sora Kitagawa even dealt with the 'outside-spin serve' this time more easily.

Step~

Peng~

With a crisp sound, the inswinging tennis ball flew toward his face, but Kitagawa Sora intercepted it in mid-air.

With a simple diagonal pull, the tennis ball flew back.

On the left half, Echizen Ryoma was extremely focused, but this time the defense was not directly penetrated.

He quickly moved his legs and ran towards the speeding tennis ball.

"Drink~ah!"

There was a low shout, and with the friction between the soles of his shoes and the ground, Echizen Ryoma caught up with the tennis ball, and swung it hard with the tennis racket in his hand.

Bang!

Hugh~

soon.

On the tennis court, the tennis balls whipped by the wind turned into phantom streams of light and began to fly back and forth, shooting to various corners of the area.

Peng!

Bang!

peng!

Hugh~

Under a series of continuous sounds, seven or eight rounds passed. Looking at Echizen Ryoma who had caught up with the rhythm, Kitagawa Sora smiled leisurely.

"You're already getting used to this speed."

"In that case, let's speed up a little more."

Under the soft voice, Kitagawa's tennis racket waved in his empty hand, and the speed increased by one point again.

The power of the rapid piercing the sky directly increased a lot.

And the result is...

Bang!

Hugh~

ever!

"The ball is going faster!"

With his eyes focused, Echizen Ryoma's spirit was extremely concentrated, his heart tightened, and his whole body's galloping speed accelerated again.

Swish——

Peng!

Fortunately, after struggling hard, Echizen Ryoma arrived in time and caught the incoming tennis ball.

However, Kitagawa Sora's goal was not over yet.

ever!

"The impact!"

"The strength has also become stronger!"

Under the contraction of the boy's hole, Echizen Ryoma swung his whole body, and with the help of his whole body's strength, he suddenly swung the tennis racket that was bearing the violent impact in his hand.

Hugh~

"Oh~"

"I got it."

"Then continue."

With these shallow words, Kitagawa Sora moved his feet and swung the racket towards the tennis ball that Echizen Ryoma fought back hard.

It's still that simple swing, and it's still that incredible control.

The baseline shot, which was almost as powerful as the previous ball, flew to the left half of the court again.

Phew~

Step~

Catching the ball at a glance, Echizen Ryoma opened his calm eyes and ran straight to the left.

Immediately, under Sora Kitagawa's gaze, the tennis racket originally held in his right hand was moved to his left hand while running.

That is to say...

"Two-sword style!"

Under the soft voice, Beichuan Kong smiled slightly.

It is another signature skill, the traditional two-sword style of the samurai family, now blooming in the hands of Echizen Ryoma.

"Ah~ drink!

!”

At this time, in the left half of the field, a low shout sounded, making Beichuan Kong stare.

Within sight, Ryoma Echizen, who was holding a racquet in his left hand, used the convenience of his 'two-knife style' to violently withdraw the tennis ball from the corner of the court.

Peng!

Hugh~

Staring at the speeding tennis ball, Kitagawa Sora's mouth curved slightly.

He stepped forward and faced the incoming ball.

Swish——

The tennis racket was swung out and collided with the tennis ball in the next second.

Then~

Phew~

A pressing action, a dragging action, seems so insignificant under the cutting arc of the tennis racket.

However, the effect is completely different.

Peng~

Hugh~

Phew~呲呲~

In a series of sounds, the tennis ball broke away from the shackles of the tennis racket, turned into a stream of light, and flew back towards the left half of the court.

Echizen Ryoma, who was watching the tennis ball, also immediately stepped out and ran towards the direction of the tennis ball's movement.

However, just as Echizen Ryoma's penis was shrinking.

The tennis ball flying across the air hit the top edge of the net!

ever!

"Wipe the net!"

Peng~呲~

Ta~ta~winter~~~

After grazing the top of the net, the trajectory of the tennis ball deflected at a large angle, leaving Echizen Ryoma helpless.

Directly in the other half area, he landed and ejected, flying out of the baseline.

Score, 15-40.

Echizen Ryoma used his two-sword style to cope with the accelerated pace, but he lost another point due to Kitagawa Sora's tennis ball.

ever!

"wrong!"

On the left half of the field, Echizen Ryoma thought for a moment, and with a shiver in his heart, he looked up at Kitagawa Sora on the opposite side.

"That tennis ball shot just now was within your control!"

"Hmm~"

The indifferent reply made Echizen Ryoma feel uncomfortable.

Self-controlling the tennis ball, and even controlling the trajectory of the tennis ball after it wipes the net, this move seems a bit unreliable given his current ball control.

in addition.

This move was something Echizen Ryoma had never seen before, and that shot just now was his first time.

Even his crooked father never beat him like this.

"Huh~"

Turning his head, Echizen Ryoma looked towards the pavilion outside the venue.

Then he saw...

The crooked dad of my family is touching his chin and smiling secretly.

"Hey hey hey~"

"That boy from Beichuan is pretty good. He even has the skill of wiping a tennis ball."

"Not bad, not bad, this move is very interesting."

Amidst the evil smile, Echizen Nanjiro said that his inspiration had already emerged.

"Just right."

"I'll use this trick to play with the brat later, hehehe~"

At this moment, Echizen Nanjiro seemed to have imagined what would happen next.

——The stinky boy of my family, running around trying to clean tennis balls one after another, his hands and feet looked messy.

"Wahahaha~~~Quack~~~"

…

On the tennis court, seeing Echizen Nanjiro's reaction, Echizen Ryoma, who was very familiar with his crooked father, couldn't help but feel a dark streak coming out of his head.

After shaking his head, his mind was calm again, and Echizen Ryoma returned his attention to the current game.

His eyes were condensed and he stared at Beichuan Sora.

Da~da~da~~~

The next moment.

Huh~

Swish——

The tennis ball soared high into the air and was dunked out by Echizen Ryoma who jumped up lightly.

This time, it was an 'outspin serve' from the left hand, mainly to catch Sora Kitagawa by surprise.

But obviously.

Kitagawa Sora, who knew this very well, would not be caught by surprise.

However, under this ball, there is another important point.

Tread~tap~tap~~~

On the left half, after completing his serve, Echizen Ryoma, who was near the midpoint of the baseline, began to jump slightly on the spot.

He did not move in a hurry, but began to bounce slightly on the spot, staring at Kitagawa Sora with burning eyes.

When Kitagawa Sora saw this scene, a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Oh~"

"This posture."

"It's a 'little step on one foot'~"

Step~

After speaking softly, Kitagawa Sora stopped and turned sideways.

At a just right angle, he swung the tennis racket in his hand and met the tennis ball that flew towards the outside sideline.

Swish——

Peng!

Hugh~

Under the scream, a pale yellow stream of light flew out.

And the next second, as expected, Echizen Ryoma, who instantly landed on one foot, ejected his entire body and ran towards the tennis ball flying through the air.

"Ah~ drink!

!”

Bang!

There was a crisp sound, and Echizen Ryoma stepped into position, perfectly caught up with the tennis ball, and was fully prepared to swing the racket back.

Hugh~

Peng!

Bang!

peng!

Hugh~~~

With loud cracks and explosions, in both halves of the court, Kitagawa Sora and Echizen Ryoma were galloping around, hitting the ball with their bats.

Relying on the 'two-sword style' and the 'one-legged small step', Echizen Ryoma could completely keep up with the rhythm of this level of duel.

He responded to Sora Kitagawa's shots one after another, and even seized the opportunity to launch an attack.

However, in the right half, Sona Kitagawa's defense was still impregnable based on its strong strength.

Peng~

Bang!

peng!

Hugh~~~

After walking through another two rounds, Kitagawa Sora's eyes were extremely deep as he looked at Echizen Ryoma on the opposite side.

“‘Two-knife flow’, ‘one-legged small step’, ‘external spin serve’…”

"That's just it~"

For sixth-grade Echizen Ryoma, he is more focused on honing his foundation, tempering his will, refining himself, and training himself.

Techniques such as the 'one-legged small step' and the 'two-sword style' were also learned by Echizen Ryoma himself through daily practice with Echizen Nanjiro.

Echizen Nanjiro did not have, nor did he intend to teach his precious son the way of the 'samurai' at this time.

He didn't even tell Echizen Ryoma about his own affairs.

And all of this is for Echizen Ryoma to understand his own tennis and embark on his own tennis path.

So in the early days, the less impact he has on Ryoma, the better.

Because Echizen Nanjiro knew very well that only Echizen Ryoma like this could have a chance to surpass him and surpass the "Samurai".

Therefore.

At this moment, Echizen Ryoma appeared in front of Kitagawa Sora.

He is a talented tennis player whose basic abilities are beyond those of his peers, but his skills are completely inadequate.

Special, yet special.

Everything is accumulating foundation for future explosions.

And in such a duel, Kitagawa Sora, who saw clearly what was going on, also made a decision in his heart.

"You are still too immature now."

At this moment, in Beichuan Kong's eyes, a deep light flashed past.

Step~

As he took a heavy step, and the oppressive momentum rose, power began to gather and condense on Sora Kitagawa's tennis racket.

Swish——

"Echizen~kid~"

"This game..."

"It's over!"

…