As the sun rises, the sun shines on the metallic surface of the building, reflecting dazzling colors. Today is the seventh day of coming to the training center, the first stage of selection training has ended, and everyone has randomly generated real-time rankings according to their points. They were concentrated in the hall where they had previously trained, their code names and rankings were scrolling repeatedly on the screen in front of them, and suddenly a gentle and indifferent voice came from the radio overhead.

"Today we are entering the final elimination stage of the semi-finals. Each of you will randomly generate an opponent and play three matches each, with the 10 players with the highest winning percentage becoming members of the Japanese team in the friendly match. "In addition, the bottom 10 players in the first stage will default to one win by one, and if they lose two games in the match stage, they will be considered a three-set loss and eliminated. In the case of the same winning percentage, it is at the discretion of the coach to stay. ”

As soon as the words fell, the distribution of the list for the first game appeared on the big screen in front of everyone. "The first match will be played in 30 minutes, so please arrive at Centre Court in the centre of the centre to warm up." After saying the last sentence, the radio was turned off, and the rest of the people looked at each other and walked out in twos and threes.

"What are you looking at?" In the chaos of the crowd, Izumi walked to Sakurano's side, but found that the person in front of him was looking somewhere in a daze, and when he looked around, he found that there was only a group of scattered backs. "Nothing." Retracting her gaze from the lonely back that was far away, Sakurano turned her head, a faint smile on the corner of her lips. "Let's go."

The course in the center of the training center is divided into three separate courts, each with two courts, and the electronic sound on the sidelines is scrolling to the corresponding field for the player's first game.

"No. 6-13, one district and two games." Just hearing his codename, Sakurano separated from the sound who walked into the third area, walked into the front of the court, and looked at the round-faced girl who stood opposite him by chance with some surprise.

The two people standing on the other side of the court are something Sakurano has never seen before, and when you look closely, you are a little surprised, they are a pair of twins, although the temperament is completely different, but the extremely similar facial features are also very eye-catching. It's just that standing at both ends of the court at this time has become a cruel situation of "fratricide".

"It's a game to win or lose. In the first game, the 13th serve. "When I looked at it, the game had begun. Sato looked at the quiet girl standing opposite, and his mind flashed back to the accidental "listening to the corner" a few days ago, and thought of the cruel rules he had just heard. Outside the top ten, he has already fallen behind, and every goal he has scored cannot be taken lightly.

Determined, Sato tossed the ball, and the warm orange light swayed softly, and she actually started the momentum at the beginning. The soft light and ball trail swirled across the halfcourt, creating a brisk trajectory and the sound of the wind. Sakurano pursed her lips, but she didn't start the momentum, only condensed a faint light mask on the paddle, and stepped forward to fight back at Sato's ball momentum, who didn't know the mystery yet.

Each player's ball momentum condenses their years of practice and the deepest bond feelings, just like Yamazawa's ball momentum contains her obsession with her first name, turning into "guardian". Even if a small number of people are born with the talent of inheritance, such as Sakurano and the mysterious "successors" in "Ghost Skeleton", their momentum will change and grow, and their traits will also transform with the emergence of bonds and the deepening of emotions.

Hitting the brisk arc with a head-on swing, Sakurano frowned slightly, and experienced a very new or somewhat familiar feeling. What kind of ball is it...... She watched as the orange light wrapped around the ball swirl slightly around her sphere and then slowly climbed up her arm, without the slightest aggression, softly and briskly......

Raising his hand and waving the racket, the shot was quickly returned, but the soft orange light still fit intimately around Sakurano's arm, and there was a tendency to spread upwards more and more violently. But Sakurano only frowned at first, and then there was no trace of rejection, she felt the long-lost lightness and pleasure in the tug-of-war with the opponent, and she didn't feel anything wrong at all, but she was deeply trapped in it and couldn't resist.

In the eyes of onlookers, the duel between the two also fell into a strange atmosphere at this moment, and it was not like a fierce duel between the two, as if they were just practicing happily...... Play. But it seems that after all, it is just as if, in a peaceful and pleasant atmosphere, the killing move suddenly appears, the rapid orange flashes, cutting through the faint light, disappearing on the sidelines in an instant, Sato started the game only a moment to seize the scoring opportunity.

But what's even more surprising is that after a point, Sakurano seems to be still immersed in that strange pleasure, and is separated by the flashing orange light one after another, and scores one after another, and loses a game very easily between breaths and breaths.

"Second game, No. 6 serve." The whistle sounded again, as if she had just been pulled out of that strange state of intoxication, Sakurano glanced at the shallow blood lines on her arm that had been drawn by the opponent's ball momentum, her eyes flashed, and her lips tightened.

Sato's ball momentum is not very advanced, and it does not exceed the level of condensation, but. Sakurano raised her head, her clapping hand slightly tight, and there was something extremely attractive in her posture. Happy. A strange ripple appeared in the ink under Sakura's eyes, and she raised her hand to see the black fire that rose out of her flames, slowly engulfing the orange light that wrapped around her arm. Sato's ball is light and soft, and it is very happy. That's what made her addicted, a feeling she hadn't felt in a long time. The murderous condensation of "happiness" makes people a little ...... Sweet as syrup, eat the marrow to know the taste.

Sato looked at the clusters of black flames rising from the girl opposite, and his heart sank, but he felt it from a distance, which made people feel terrifying and depressed. That's a lot more powerful than her. However, she sighed slightly, and there was a hint of helplessness on her face. One step cannot be retreated.

The giant palm wrapped in black fire rushed away with irresistible force, and Sakurano suppressed the restlessness in her body while observing the weak orange light on the opposite side trembling and cranking Sato's body for the last resistance.

"Bang!" The giant palm is like a mountain, and the head is a heavy slap! Startled by a loud noise and a cloud of dust, Sakurano looked at the faint light that had been lingering on the other side for a long time, and the corners of her pursed lips loosened slightly, outlining a faint laugh line.

"Happiness" is a rare and pure thing that is difficult to keep. Sakura no watched the faint light slowly climb up softly under the weight and wrapped around the giant palm of the black fire, winding the fire out of a pale gray, only to feel that her consciousness was drifting away for a moment.

It's really an interesting pose. Sakurano swung her hand again and covered it with a palm, watching the glimmer that had been lifted with difficulty being suppressed again, and it was difficult to survive. She smiled faintly, and in the situation where the victory was in hand, she gave birth to an extremely empty sense of crisis.

There was an unknown panic that grew more and more under the agitated whispers of the demon in his heart, and a layer of mist filled the unnoticed corners of Sakurano's eyes. "What is 'R'?" Suddenly, the question that was asked by Minamijiro before rang in my heart. Sakurano narrowed her eyes, and although she didn't speak at the time, she had the answer in her heart.

The "R" is Return, which is Revenge. Return, revenge. That was the word she thought most when she woke up. So the demon in her heart wants to break through the shackles and replace her with the surging of her desires again and again.

Joyful and pure. That's how she felt after so many years. The mist rose to obscure her vision, and Sakurano didn't notice that the starry orange light on her arm had escaped in the black flames, or even if she did, she wouldn't pay attention to it. Looking at the soft and strong glimmer that was still slowly swinging under the two heavy blows, the smile on the corner of Sakura's lips gradually faded, and she withdrew the black fire giant palm that was holding down the glimmer of light, and closed her eyes slightly.

Sato had already gritted her teeth and fell to her knees when the first black fire struck, and the two heavy pressures made her a little dizzy, and when the pressure suddenly disappeared, she was still a little confused, only raised her head, and looked at Sakurano who suddenly stopped moving on the other side with some blankness. Then, she suddenly had a hint of foreboding.

That was the first time Sakurano had used a near-complete force since she entered this training center. The sound of the wind blowing through the seine net brought a "whooshing" sound, and the sound of the game on the other fields in my ears had disappeared...... Sato fell to his knees, his eyes wide open as he saw the fire and mist gushing out from behind Sakurano, and slowly a trace of uncontrollable fear rose in his eyes.

The huge throne of black fire was entangled in the blooming flowers, and the black mist that surged like a sea swirled up, and the screams that pierced the eardrums rushed out with the black fire that burned everything......

Sakurano half-closed her eyes, and there was an inky mist in her eyes that was no longer suppressed, forming a bottomless whirlpool. She leaned on the throne, letting a huge shadow flash behind her, half-embracing her as she slowly spread the wings of the pure black demon.

The hideous vines hugged the black fire and wrapped around the faint orange light that had been under the weight of the two degrees, and enveloped Sato, who was already full of fear. Kill with one hit!

Sakurano half-closed his eyes, seeing that the orange light that appeared on the field was engulfed by the black mist, and raised his hand to stop the mist from reaching out to Sato, who was fainting with a pale face. She stood up and looked up, staring at the faint shadow of her visible figure for a moment, then spread her arms and let the mist that enveloped it back into her body in unison.

She made a deal with the devil. The corners of his lips are pursed, and there are some different smile arcs. Father...... I am one with it. Locking it up means locking me up? You've got good intentions, but I'm already behind bars...... Deus Ex the Siege.

Sakurano slowly walked to the sidelines, and saw Sato, who had fainted, being carried out of the field and waking up, but there was a trace of softness and purity in those eyes that were still full of fear, and she admired the softness and purity that she had not seen for a long time. Happy...... So glamorous feeling.

She turned around, but suddenly met a pair of clear, bottomless eyes. Slightly, Sakurano laughed and spoke silently. Number 1 saw the shape of her mouth. "Now...... Isn't that interesting? She said, the corners of her lips showing faint laugh lines.

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