Chapter 7 After the sleepless night willow left, Shiraishi walked back to the dormitory alone. Somehow, his mood was a little heavy, and it was an inexplicable feeling. Commitment and responsibility, this is not as simple as imagined, and it has nothing to do with whether Kirihara is good at discipline. When Ryu handed over Kirihara to Shiraishi, he didn't know his fate, and he gave up the opportunity to Kirihara and was a great senior. But to be honest, Shiraishi didn't want to take on that responsibility. Although it is very rewarding to train a person with great potential, and Shiraishi also appreciates Kirihara, there is not much time left for him. Because, the group is coming back. "Forget it, it depends on how far he can go" The national competition is over, he has no restraints, whether the spirit and glory of the Four Heavenly Treasure Temple can be passed on depends on whether the younger generations are competitive. And he, to move towards a broader stage "Crunch~" pushed open the door of the room, and saw the three of them lying on the bed, silent, Shiraishi was a little emotional. Eliminate the juniors and teammates you admire, even if it is these three people, I am afraid that for a while, it will be a little uncomfortable. He shook his head, he just knew their fate in advance, otherwise he wouldn't be much stronger. "Alas!" With a sigh, Shiraishi lay down on the bed, and his heart gradually calmed down. "I heard that the level here is world-class, Shiraishi-san, what do you think?" Yukimura, who slept on the upper left bunk, put down the book in his hand and said calmly. Tezuka and Fuji's expressions moved, but they didn't think so. Although Japanese tennis has been brilliant, it is not enough to compare with Europe and the United States. Since Minamijiro Echizen, there has never been a top player in the world. Yukimura's case may be realized in 10 years. For now, think of it as the boast of those coaches! "I don't know much about this, maybe those team members are talking nonsense." Shiraishi's eyes opened slightly, but his gaze was not in Yukimura, he just stared at the wall, and he was in a trance. "I've heard from others, this top player in the dormitory, only a tenth of them have appeared," Yukimura said again, and then looked at the book he had just put down, his face calm, as if the person who spoke just now was not him. Tezuka and Fuji looked at each other, and they both felt a little incredible. But immediately, Tezuka regained his composure, and his state of mind, even if it was really as Yukimura said, could not be shaken. As for Fuji, he shook his head helplessly, and his heart was more disapproving. After all, the fifty junior high school students they were selected were already the top in the country, and the ones who were eliminated were the elite of the elite. There are naturally high school students who can beat them, and in his own opinion, the three people who appeared that day made him unable to see through. But to say that these people are only a tenth of them would be an exaggeration. "This Yukimura" Shiraishi, who was lying on the bed, came back to his senses and looked at Yukimura, whose face was covered by the book, his eyes flashing. Judging from what he said just now, he obviously knew something, and he was able to get useful information in Hesu so quickly, and he really deserved to be a 'son of God'. Or was it the military advisor who investigated it before leaving? "Wait" Suddenly, Shiraishi's mind flashed, and a person he had almost forgotten appeared. This man, even in today's U-17, is very active! "In this case, he probably knows my identity, but it doesn't matter, the national competition has passed, and there is no need to hide it anymore!" The room fell silent, and Shiraishi gradually fell asleep, and when he woke up again, it was already nine o'clock in the evening, and it seemed that this day also made him feel tired. On the other side, another group of people who failed, but under the guidance of a sinister instructor, the driver changed the driving route to another bumpy road. What awaits them is a nirvana and rebirth. However, nirvana is preceded by the tempering of blood and fire. Fate, at their own feet! At ten o'clock in the evening, in the coach's apartment in the northwest of the dormitory, a middle-aged man with a slender figure, slightly curly black hair, and a mature face stared at the grouping table in front of him with a melancholy face. The ballpoint pen in his hand was swirled around by him, showing his hesitation. And next to him, a man in a vest with bronze skin was holding the dumbbell in his hand, flipping it up and down, not at all affected by the person next to him. "Bang! ~" "Ouch" Suddenly, it seemed to be the sound of the beam being hit, and a scream came at the same time. The man who was practicing dumbbells had a pause in his hand, and looked over a little helplessly, he didn't know how to evaluate his colleague. Almost every day, he 'bumped', and his forehead hurt a little when he heard it. Rubbing his forehead, Saito glanced viciously at the doorbeam, turned and walked into the room. When he looked at the man with a sad face, he seemed to find some comfort, smiled slightly, and looked at the person in front of him playfully. "What, I can't arrange it?" Saito looked intently, it was a list of junior high school students, and at the top of the list were the names of Oni and Shiraishi. Next to the form, there is the information of the two people. Kurobe is really helpless. The winning junior high school students were placed on the fifth field, which is the territory of ghosts. Originally, he shouldn't have been entangled in this, but there are also people in junior high school who are not inferior to ghosts, and the real ranking is still above ghosts, so it is a little difficult to choose the captain. What's more, in such a grouping, the strength of the No. 5 field is strictly tilted, and the No. 1 team of Tokugawa is stabilized. "Hey! In my opinion, if it really doesn't work, let them fight, and whoever wins will be the captain. How good is this, don't have to make trouble," a grinning voice sounded. After listening to Saito's words, Kurobe almost couldn't hold back, and made intimate contact with Saito with the ballpoint pen in his hand. This thing is simply nothing to look for, not to mention whether the two of them will dump his black account, if there is a real fight, this place will not have to be rebuilt again. Those two guys are both violent players, especially the little guy, with a slightly thin physique, but he has the energy to overturn the entire training ground! "Hehe, if it doesn't work, just," Saito said again, but before he could finish speaking, Kurobe stammered and filled in the captain's blank space with the name of the ghost. Kurobe really can't help it, and he can't stand Saito's tone. This guy, although he doesn't have to say anything about his ability, but since the two of them worked together, he has been at odds with himself. He was a little helpless in his heart, and only hoped that the old man would come back as soon as possible, although this position was very beautiful, but the pressure to withstand was extraordinary. Even those few people have never taken themselves as coaches seriously. "I don't know, how many people can come back from the old man's hands this time, the black uniform of revenge? It's really exciting! "Hey, I was just about to say that the ghost is a better candidate" Saito looked at the black part that suddenly entered the god, the corners of his mouth twitched, and his voice trembled "Bang bang!! "Bang bang bang !!" On the training ground, two figures ran back and forth. The moment the arm was swung out, more than a dozen points of light were generated, and a crisp hitting sound sounded. "You seem to value that hat boy?" One of the tall figures stepped out and struck the ball out.

This is exactly the terrifying, violent Court 5, the gatekeeper of hell - Onijujiro! "Drink!!" The other also swung the racket in his hand, and hitting more than a dozen tennis balls seemed unusually easy in his hands. Moreover, at the moment when the racket was swung, a trace of black substance appeared, attached to the tip of the racket. "Aren't you too, that red-haired kid is also very good!" Redhead kid? Thinking of the boy who was competing with him today, the tall young man's movements were sluggish, and the fighting spirit on his body suddenly surged. "Sneer!!" A flash of blue light poured into the flying tennis ball. In an instant, the face of the man on the opposite side changed slightly, the power of this ball was too strong, he was not ready to catch the ball, and had to take a few steps back to avoid this ball. "Boom !!" There was a deafening loud bang, and the smoke and dust scattered, enveloping the entire training ground. On the stairs on the other side, Irie slowly got up and watched the changes in the field a little helplessly. There was a slight shock in his eyes, and he looked at the deformed cross racket in the hands of the initiator with some unnatural looks. "Hey, Tokugawa, can that cliff really gain new powers?" The smoke cleared, and the ghost held the deformed racket, and his voice was slightly inquiring. "Initiation Instructor So?" "Yes, that's the place of Nirvana. When they come back, they will be stronger," Tokugawa was stunned by the ghost's question, and then replied, his eyes full of identification. In my mind, I fell into the memories of that time. The disdain that came, the fiasco that followed, and the rebirth that followed. The two seniors around him who gave him a lot of help, as well as the power that he had mastered. This qiē, he will return it to that person, the man who brought him shame! "Let's go, if you don't leave, you'll be scolded by the coaches." I don't know when, Irie came to the two of them, looking at the messy venue, his eyes were full of helplessness. "Hmm!" The two nodded. After packing up, the three of them quickly left the venue, "Whew!" ~"The wind blew, rolling up the sedimented mud and dust, covering the entire stadium. And the thick concrete wall with a radius of one meter in the center was completely dented, and the collapsed, hideous surface of the stones, turned this place into a bad place! This night is destined to be a sleepless night! PS: I'm back again