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Echizen Minamijiro sat on a hill with a straw in his mouth, chewing up and down, and Karubin crouched next to him and waved his paw at the grass. Minamijiro reached out and patted its head, his eyes fixed on the two men in the room.

Because Sakuraichi leaked the ball in the first game, the next three games will be served by Yukimura, as a passive side, Sakuraichi will be steadily suppressed by Yukimura in the next battle, "I also fell into the trap, it's really not good." ”

Feeling like this, Minamijiro felt more and more excited. He wanted to know which of the two imps was stronger, and he wanted to know where the girl's limits were.

Rustling~

Suddenly, a rustling sound caught Minamijiro's attention, and when he turned his head, he saw two little ghosts hiding in the bushes on the left-hand side, peeking at the two of them in the game.

Very young children, thin and small, give people the feeling of poor nutrition. Coupled with the clothes with sewing marks on the two of them, Nanjiro instantly judged that the two little guys were little ronin!

However, the eyes couldn't help but be stunned when they saw what was on the two of them.

There were two rackets, one was carried by a reddish-brown haired ronin and the other was held by a purple-haired ronin, both of whom had short hair, the former being shorter than the latter. However, it was not the two children who caught his attention, but the two rackets they were carrying, and there was an English letter E on the base of the racket, and there was a faint Gothic K underneath the E, light gold, and it was really impossible to see if you didn't look carefully.

Turning her head to look at Sakuraichi, who was ready to catch the ball, her eyes fell on the racket in her hand, and sure enough, there was such a sign on the base of her racket.

What does these two imps have to do with her?

Minamijiro raised an eyebrow and didn't speak.

Syllable~

Syllable~

Slapping the tennis ball, Yukimura raised his eyes to look at Sakuraichi, his eyes were a little sharp: "Edogawa, I said ......" Yukimura threw the ball into the air, then jumped on his toes, swung his racket, and hit the tennis ball out with a snap, "This game will be dominated by me." ”

Da~

Standing still, Sakura's eyes were slightly condensed, Yukimura's words were arrogant and threatening, and what she hated the most was to be threatened, especially the people who threatened her were still very dangerous to her, not a danger to her life, but a danger in a field - tennis.

I didn't want to make any answers, but as soon as I moved my wrist, the racket was flipped, and the racket instantly turned backwards into a backhand racket, and then I grabbed the handle of the racket and swung it out.

The air split in an instant, creating a chaotic and visible current, and the racket was like a scythe, ready to harvest the life of the flying tennis ball.

Fight it back!

She's 100% sure!

Sakura's pupils shrank into the needle, and his eyes were blurred, and his surroundings were flooded with darkness.

The power of the tennis ball disappeared again on the racket, and the feeling of holding the racket disappeared at the same moment. His hands were empty, and he couldn't even feel the air, as if he hadn't taken anything.

Bang~

The darkness faded and the sound of a tennis ball hitting the ground rang out.

Sakuraichi's eyes kept falling on his right hand, and the racket was still tightly held in his hand, and even the tennis ball was slowly falling from it.

There was no wind at the moment, only the smell of the summer forest lingering in the air. Sakura's eyelids sank, and her red eyes were as deep as the sea, and she couldn't find out the depths.

The power is gone again......

And the strange feeling of not being able to hold anything, as if the whole hand was gone......

Disappearing Racket ......

Disappearing sensations, as well as ...... Blurred vision for that moment......

This feeling of half of the body disappearing is really terrible.

Sakuraichi moved her right shoulder and arm, this feeling of inexplicable disappearance was the first time she had experienced, and the feeling of being suppressed was something she hadn't felt for a long time, but compared to 08, the suppression that Yukimura brought to her was almost negligible.

It's just that she is curious, curious about how Yukimura did it and what kind of principles it used.

"Haven't you noticed it yet," Yukimura looked at her, his tone flat, as light as a breeze in his ears, "It's already two balls Edogawa...... There are still eight balls, and if we can't find them again, there is no need for us to continue the battle. ”

"Yes," Sakuraichi stretched out her hand and lifted the brim of her hat up a little, her dark red eyes fully revealing in the sunlight, with a hint of bloodlust, "Yukimura, you can't help but think too highly of yourself." ”

You think too much of yourself......

Yukimura was silent, and the milky white qi gradually diffused from him, and at this moment, something seemed to have changed, and the atmosphere was heavy and depressing.

The corners of Sakura's mouth hooked coldly, she didn't like Yukimura, just as Yukimura didn't like her. But this dislike is limited to the court, and there is no such feeling of rejection off the court.

Yukimura is strong, that's an indisputable fact. When he saw the qi permeating his body, Sakuraichi was even more sure of this fact, his qi was mellow and restrained, without a trace of outflow, like a membrane, firmly enveloping the surface of his body.

The tennis ball bounced between his hand and the ground, and because of the contact, a faint breath was spread on it, and then he threw the tennis ball, bent his knees, and hit the tennis ball out with a snap.

The tennis ball flew extremely fast, like a light shuttle in the air, but I don't know whether it was because of the obstruction of the air or the different density of the air on the ball's body, the tennis ball disappeared and flashed from time to time, and each transition would make a sonic boom sound.

Feeling the strange power contained in the tennis ball, Sakura's eyes darkened, and her left hand was slightly raised and lowered.

Extremely subtle movements, almost negligible. However, Nanjiro couldn't help but shrink his pupils, and a feeling of touching something gradually spread in the bottom of his heart, like a core, like a secret, a little weird.

At this moment, Sakuraichi clenched the racket in his right hand and slashed diagonally at the flying tennis ball.

Airplanes~

A faint surge of air sounded, and Sakuraichi's surprised pupils moved with the tennis ball little by little, and the tennis ball faded and faded in the darkness......

Sakura's body stiffened, the pupil on the left gradually lost focus, his vision became blurred, and his right eye had fallen into darkness, and everything disappeared into the sea of blood.

See...... It's gone......

Only the left eye can blur vision.

Bang~

The sound of the tennis ball falling softly sounded, and the sound of rolling lingered in my ears, "This is, extinguishing the five senses...... ......"

Yukimura's eyes narrowed, his gaze condensed like frost, "At first, it was the sense of touch, and now, you don't even have vision. Without sight and touch, presumably ...... I can't even hold a racket, E, To, and Chuan! ”