Wang Wangzhi starts from Sharingan

At this moment.

Kitagawa Sora and Yamato Yudai on the tennis court attract everyone's attention.

Whether it's the tennis club members who retreat out of fear, the first-year students, or the real duo who are onlookers.

They all turned their attention away.

"minister......"

"Senior Yamato..."

"Yamato Yudai, the current director of the tennis club? You must be quite responsible."

There was much discussion and murmuring.

Everyone looked at Yamato Yudai stepping forward, and their mood suddenly became complicated.

...

In front of the net.

The two stood facing each other.

Kitagawa Sora, who still had his three Magatama Sharingan open, quietly stared at Yamato Yudai, especially the position of his right elbow.

Relatively silent for a long while.

Immediately, Yamato Yudai smiled faintly and spoke first.

"In this last game, Kitagawa-san's opponent is me."

Looking at the confident-looking minister.

After Beichuan Kong condensed for a moment, he turned his head and nodded towards the members on the sidelines who were no longer willing to fight.

"They have already surrendered voluntarily, and you still want to compete."

The tone was indifferent, not a question, and there was no sense of superiority, it was just a matter of fact.

Looking along Kitagawa Sora's line of sight, Yamato Yudai's eyes became even firmer.

"It's natural to compare."

Looking at Sora Kitagawa who was adjusting the strings of his racket out of habit, Yamato Yudai followed suit.

A real tennis player needs to maintain an understanding of the various parameters of his racket.

‘Five fingers grabbing the string’ is one of the standard movements.

Immediately afterwards.

Under the gaze of everyone.

The conversation between the two continues.

Kitagawa Sora said confidently: "You can't beat me."

"I know."

"Then are you going to use your spirit to try to save your dear members?"

"I am the director of the tennis department, and this game must be played."

"Even if it costs you your right hand to be completely broken, doesn't it matter?"

I heard what Kitagawa Sora said.

Yamato Yudai was shocked, his pupils shrank, his eyes changed drastically, and he involuntarily tightened his grip on the racket in his hand.

Whispering in my heart.

——Sure enough, he saw it.

Sensing the condition of his right elbow, Yamato Yudai felt depressed.

My thoughts can't help but go back to last year.

At that time, Seigaku was lucky enough to reach the second half of the Tokyo Metropolitan Competition due to the explosion of Yamato Yudai.

If you win one more game, you will be qualified for the Kanto Competition and achieve a historic breakthrough in the past few years.

What a pity.

In that game, Yamato Yudai, who served as the third singles player, could not turn the tide even though he had Kanto-level strength.

During the game, his right elbow was hit continuously by the opponent's powerful balls.

Yudai Yamato carried his injuries and went straight to the hospital after the game.

at last.

Yamato Yudai won, while Aogakushu lost, and the score of the game was 1-3.

And after that.

Yamato Yu's poop began a miserable cycle.

Hand injury, treatment, rehabilitation, training, competition, tennis support, injury relapses...

Until now.

It was revealed by Kitagawa Sora's words.

...

Half a moment.

The memories of Yamato Yudai are over.

In Beichuan Kong's right eye, the three dark red magatama also shimmered.

"My eyes are very perceptive, but I can see very clearly."

"Your right hand must have suffered a severe recurrence of the injury."

"If you don't undergo surgery as soon as possible, most of your future tennis career will be wasted."

This moment.

With the revelation of Kitagawa Sora.

Yamato Yudai has not spoken yet.

The people on the sidelines started to make noise.

Continuously noisy.

"Is the minister's hand injury so serious?"

"It will affect my future career."

"Yamato-senpai..."

"Youda, just admit defeat and stop competing..."

"Your hands..."

In the end, several friends who had a good relationship with Yamato Yudai showed anxious expressions on their faces and couldn't help shouting.

In their view, they will lose anyway, so why go out to compete and risk losing their arms?

This time.

The first-year students also looked at each other and started talking about it.

Tezuka Kunimitsu, on the other hand, stared at Yamato Yudai on the court motionlessly, with a complicated expression in his eyes.

...

Listening to the calls and persuasion of his friends, Yamato Yudai put down a lot of things.

After smiling slightly.

He raised his arms with all his strength, lifted the racket in his hand, and swung it straight at Kitagawa Sora.

"The treatment for the hand injury is not urgent at this moment."

"Come on, Kitagawa-kun, please don't show mercy in the final game."

"Please."

Yamato Yudai wanted to personally experience the power of Kitagawa Sora.

In this way, he can let go of the tennis club and go to treat his hand injury with peace of mind.

Just like in the original work, Tezuka Kunimitsu, who also held the position of minister, "let go" and went to Germany for treatment.

And this moment.

Looking at the energetic Yamato Yudai across from him, Kitagawa Sora also smiled faintly.

He received the implication of the youth education minister's words.

Therefore.

Beichuan Kong nodded and said.

"As you wish."

Say it with one word.

Immediately, he raised the racket in his hand, twisted and spun, and asked.

"Which? (Which side)?"

"Smooth(front)."

The next moment.

The white tennis racket fell to the ground after spinning.

The guess ends first, the letter symbol on the handle is facing down, which is Rough, and Sora Kitagawa gets the "right of first choice".

"You serve first, the court remains unchanged."

After saying that, Kitagawa Sora turned around and left without waiting for Yamato Yudai to say anything.

Looking at this scene, Yamato Yudai smiled angrily.

——This boy.

——In the end, he gave me a hand.

In a tennis match, the right to serve is undoubtedly very important, and sometimes it can even determine the final outcome of a game.

[To be honest, I have been using Yeguo to read and catch up on books recently. I can switch sources and read aloud with many sounds. www. Android and Apple are available.]

Kitagawa Sora, who gave up the advantage of first attack to Yamato Yudai, was undoubtedly showing mercy.

Looking at Kitagawa Sora's back.

Yamato Yudai, with firm eyes, also came to the teeing area.

The sound of dribbling was heard.

The last game of this wheel battle is about to begin.

soon.

Sumire Ryuzaki, the Makoto duo, the first-year group, and the second- and third-year members all turned their attention to the tennis court.

There are different expressions and the atmosphere is tense.

Not long after.

The referee's voice sounded, announcing the start of the last game.

"The match begins, Kitagawa Sora VS Yamato Yudai, the winner will be decided in one set."

"Yamato Yudai serves."

"The end of the game."

...

Swish~ Swish~ Swish~

The wind blew the treetops and blew off the cherry blossom petals.

Under sunset and dusk.

The shadows of the two people on the tennis court were stretched very long.

Phew~

Staring at Kitagawa Sora, Yamato Yudai dribbled the ball and felt it.

The next moment.

brush!

The tennis ball has been thrown away.

The body moves vertically and the racket swings.

Bang!

With a thick and powerful explosion.

A yellow stream of light flashed past, and the tennis ball had quickly passed over the net and landed in the inverted triangle of the service area in the other half of the court.

Carrying a force as fast as the wind.

After a bounce on the ground, he flew rapidly towards the corner away from Kitagawa Sora.

This moment.

The hearts of everyone on the sidelines suddenly jumped with the flying tennis ball.

So far, no one in the entire tennis club has scored a point from Sora Kitagawa.

All were scored by Kitagawa with one goal.

Therefore.

Under pride.

It doesn’t matter whether you are a loser or a person who is afraid and retreats.

They all hope that Yamato Yudai, a powerful minister, can win even one point.

He clenched his fists and whispered.

Feeling uneasy, I prayed secretly.

"Come on, Minister Yamato."

"This serve..."

"Good opportunity!"

"Can this goal be scored..."