Zongman: The evolution of Ninja Bleach from Prince of Tennis

The first time, the second time.

"I won't lose... I won't lose here, don't even think about it... Hiss——"

Yuushi Oshiro roared, and his body, which was struggling to stand, suddenly jumped up, and a smash sent the tennis ball over the net.

He fell down after landing, and stood up without caring about the pain, staring at the opposite 'him' with his eyes, and his momentum had already been unconsciously concepted.

For a whole morning, he had cracked 'his' ball skills again and again, but he would always be crushed again and again...

"It's not bad, the time is up, Yuushi Oshiro, you are great!"

Xingyan raised his hand and pointed behind Yuushi Oshiro.

The ‘match’ between the two of them, which had no rules and no one even recorded the score, should be over.

From seven in the morning to eleven now, in four hours, Oshitari tried hard to crack his own skills and surpass himself again and again.

Although not as brutal as the protagonist’s halo, Oshitari Yuushi’s tennis routines have been roughly sorted out by himself.

He should also understand what is useful, what is useless, and when to use it.

“Xingyan... stinky kid...”

Oshitari Yuushi looked at the ‘self’ opposite and suddenly turned back to Xingyan’s appearance, raised his arm to rub his eyes, pulled the corners of his mouth stiffly, closed his eyes and fell backwards.

“Are you relieved now?”

Xingyan wanted to say that he was really not afraid of being cheated when he relaxed so suddenly.

But he also knew that this world was still very safe, and it was impossible to compare it with the concept of the ninja world that people had to prevent being killed at any time when they went out.

Walking to the opposite side and picking up the phone, Xingyan called Atobe.

In less than a minute, the gate of the tennis training ground opened, and a group of people ran in. Looking at Yuushi Oshima lying on the ground, they were more curious than nervous.

Oshima Oshima was really miserable now, with bruises all over his arms. If you didn't tell me that he was playing tennis, I would have thought he was beaten to the ground.

"It's almost done. Let him have a good sleep. As long as he doesn't lose his memory, it's fine."

Xingyan put his phone in his pocket, picked up his coat and put it on, and prepared to leave with his tennis racket.

Although he had the Sharingan to replicate all of Yuushi Oshima's skills and habits, it was really difficult for him to turn himself into another person and play tennis with his own strength completely sealed.

"Xingyan, let's go to the restaurant to eat later."

Atobe Keigo looked at Xingyan's back, shouted to him not to run around, and then asked someone to carry Oshima Oshima to the infirmary.

When Xingyan took a shower, changed clothes and went to the restaurant, although Yuushi Ozuki was still listless, he was finally able to sit at the dining table with clear consciousness.

"It's not bad that you can wake up so quickly."

Xingyan sat down, looked at Ozuki who was opposite him, and smiled as he pushed a very sweet cake over.

After consuming so much, this guy should eat something sweet to replenish his energy.

"Thank you..."

Yuushi Ozuki took the cake and ate it in small bites, then thanked Xingyan.

As for whether he thanked him for the cake or thanked him for a morning of sparring, only Ozuki himself knew.

"Okay, okay, everyone is here, we can eat, Xingyan, you eat more, Ozuki, you should eat quickly..."

Makihi Taketo looked at the two of them, took some food brought by Jiro and Shishido and placed it in front of them.

No one disturbed them this morning, but they were still worried.

"You two guys, do you need to continue tomorrow?"

Tetsube ate his lunch elegantly, and then asked about the results of the two people's training.

He first looked at Xingyan, who had not changed much, and then stared at Oshitsuki, who was in a stable posture, for a while. He always felt that there seemed to be some secrets between the two.

"No need, Oshitsuki senior continue to do normal training. I will watch you play a few games tomorrow morning, and then re-make the training schedule. As for the regional qualifiers, don't be too careless. At least let someone collect some information..."

Xingyan was full, sat on the chair and told them about what he had to do in the next few days.

As for Oshitsuki Yuushi, let him train like this first. After making a new training schedule, he will personally teach this senior to learn some professional-level improved ball skills.

Compared with the professional level, Oshitsuki's various values ​​are too low. It is very good that the improved weak version can be used.

"Thank you for your hard work, then you still have to continue

Continue to go..."

Tetsube looked at Xingyan with a serious look, and felt a little awkward about this boy who should have radiated brilliance in the world arena, but came here to work for the tennis club.

Everyone knows that Xingyan is the youngest among all people, but because of his strong strength, he has to bear these burdens.

"Well, I still have to go to the club activities in the afternoon. Apart from him, I don't know who else can let me continue to pursue the direction of surpassing."

Xingyan nodded. It is impossible to change his plan to play tennis with Echizen Nanjiro.

Even if the system does not have the task of 100 games, he still needs to go to Echizen's house to hone himself.

Although it is a bit tiring, this world is still very safe after all. Compared with his training in the ninja world, it is actually planned in the scope of leisure and entertainment.

"Which one? Xingyan, who is the senior who you have been playing tennis with during this period? "

Yue Ren curiously asked most people's doubts, they really didn't know.

Although Atobe knew, he had always been vague about it and never mentioned the identity of the mysterious uncle.

"Didn't Atobe say it? I went to Echizen's house, Echizen Nanjiro-senpai."

Xing Yan blinked innocently, he didn't say that this matter needed to be kept secret.

So you guys don't know, it's Atobe's problem, don't stare at me!

"Echizen, Echizen Nanjiro? Is it the legendary samurai Nanjiro?"

Oshita Yuushi was sleepy after eating, but now he suddenly became energetic.

Eating melons and chatting about gossip, this is probably a moment that everyone will be interested in.

"Well, he was not in Japan before. This time, because his son had to come back to school, the whole family returned home. His son is about the same age as me. If there is no other accident, we will meet at the general meeting. "

Looking at these curious people, Xingyan threw them another explosive news.

The son of the samurai Nanjiro will meet them in the competition.

"Toukai? Which school is he from?"

Yue Ren was surprised, and followed this topic to ask which opponent it was.

"Sei Gakuen, Seigakuen."

Atobe snorted unhappily and took the initiative to talk about the school where Echizen Ryoma studied.

"Does Atobe know the little samurai? Have you ever fought? How strong is the little samurai? How many points can he take from you?"

Everyone's gossip object immediately shifted, staring at Atobe and waiting to hear him talk about the little samurai.

However, they wanted to listen, but Atobe suddenly didn't want to say it.

Pick up the coffee and look at the others with a smile.

Then he raised his eyebrows at Xingyan and asked him with his eyes whether he wanted to tell all the news about Echizen Ryoma.