"Ice Emperor!! Ice Emperor!! ”

It was still the vast shouts of solidarity, surrounding the already not wide stadium.

The deafening sound is constantly sounding, and it is also exerting different pressures and motivations on the players on both sides.

"What an exaggeration..."

"It's so exaggerated that it's enviable..."

Mu Shou wiped his glasses, looking at the abundant manpower around him, he said calmly.

"Isn't that what you expected? Kite-kun? ”

Osamu Watanabe sat in his chair and looked at him and grinned.

"Thank you for the opportunity..."

It was not easy to win this competition, and the wooden hands naturally would not be wasted.

It already has the ambition to compete for hegemony, and of course it will compete for all favorable resources even more.

Faced with Osamu Watanabe's invitation, he accepted.

Wouldn't it be nice to challenge the four great schools in the Kanto region?

At least when he returns to Higa in the future, he will be able to integrate the shortcomings and strengths of his own family and others, and then carve out their own path.

"Singles No. 3 from both sides, please!"

With the referee's declaration, the respective teams stepped out of each other's personnel.

"Ahh......h

Jilang yawned, looking a little dazed, and slowly walked into the field.

"Hmm... You are? ”

Looking at the person in front of him, Cilang had a faint impression...

It seems to be the senior who was defeated by Yukimura?

"Lots of advice!"

Mori Shouzaburo smiled, not surprised by Jiro's inquiry.

He was previously recognized as a genius by the world, but it was only after the baptism of the junior tryouts that he fully realized his weakness.

In the past, he was just playing with an indifferent mentality, training and everything he wanted to do, and not doing it if he didn't want to.

Luckily, he was inspired by the blow given to him by the village and the hard work of everyone in the tryouts.

It's so strong, but it's still not slack...

At the time, Maori did not understand their obsession.

But later on, seeing that they were chasing each other's ideas and fighting spirit, also aroused the self-motivation that Maori had been lacking.

People who are younger than him and more talented are working so hard, and he can only watch if it makes no sense.

And it also made him realize that if he continues to be lazy, he will only lose worse in the national competition, and don't regret losing a crucial game for the rest of his life.

Since then, Māori has come out of the trough and has grown gradually.

Now it's time for him to show his results in the game.

"Smack!"

In Maori's start, he took a closer look at Jiro's position and then hit the serve.

"Whoosh!"

"Bang!"

The ball bounced off the net at a very fast speed, and Cilang was still a little confused.

“15-0！”

"Huh?"

Jilang turned his head to look at the tennis ball that had popped off the court, and he was a little sober.

"If you fall asleep on the court, it's still a little too fast."

Maori looked at his trance-like appearance and reminded.

The second ball was played again, and this time Jilang was not careless, but ran to the point where the ball landed.

"Bang!"

Swing the racket back and he's instantly ready to go to the net.

"Good at volleying..."

Muttering the opponent's information, Maori turned around and hit the ball and hit a straight ball with a parallel landing point.

"What?"

That tricky angle passed from Jilang's left armpit through the landing to score.

“30-0！”

Scoring again, the situation seems to have become favorable.

"I see, it seems that he is not a general."

Observing Maori's movements with his eyes, he spoke after noticing his skillful control of the joints.

Once in the youth tryouts, this person was easily defeated by Yukimura, and for a time the trace department did not care.

But now it seems that the other party has come out of the shadows and has become like two people.

"Maybe you made a bad move."

His gaze was biased towards the people of the Four Heavenly Treasure Temple, and he said as if he was expecting something.

“1-0！”

In the first game, Maori played very well.

"That's right, you shouldn't be the kind of guy who is suitable for indulging yourself."

Watanabe Shu saw that Maori's teacher was going well, and said in a low voice.

In the past, it was because Maori had the "rebellious" ideas that young people had, and even if he tried to force him to train, it would not work very well.

Just let him see if there is any opportunity to change.

As a result, Osamu Watanabe didn't expect the opportunity to come so suddenly.

Junior Tryouts......

Although there was a certain risk, considering the > and losses, he still gambled irresponsibly.

As a result, the gross profit has been reborn......

After working hard for more than a month, although there may still be a gap with the top junior high school students like Jibu, at least it should not be a problem to deal with the second-class players.

“15-0！”

“30-0！”

“40-0！”

In Jilang's serve, he did not turn around, and his good volleying skills and wrist movements were seen through, and he could not interfere with Maori at all.

"He's amazing!"

Shaking his head violently, he was completely sober, and Cilang said in a happy tone.

That excited attitude made it seem as if he wasn't the one facing the loss of points.

"What should I do!?"

Grabbing the ball, this feeling of not knowing where to start, Jiro rarely felt it from people other than them.

"Classmate, please hurry up and serve!"

Seeing that the time was about to pass, the referee urged a little.

"Okay!"

After thinking about it for a long time, Jilang had an idea for a while, and then hit the ball out.

"Didn't go online, changed your strategy?"

Staring at Jiro, who was not running forward, Maori whispered.

"In that case..."

"So be it!"

As if thinking of something, Maori chose to hit a short ball.

"Hey, you've been fooled, haven't you?"

Observing the path of the ball this time, Jilang ran forward and then hit the classic wipe tennis ball.

"It's a pity... I've seen through it a long time ago. ”

But before Jiro could get too happy, Maori's voice sounded in front of him.

"What?"

At some point, Maori had rushed to the net and lowered his position...

He scooped up the falling ball with his racket and hit a jumping lob ball.

"Bang!"

“2-0！”

The calculation was seen through, and Jilang lost his serve.

"I've learned about you..."

"So it's easy to guess the choices you can make when the volley doesn't work."

It's not that Maori has so-called data intelligence, but it is guessed simply by excluding possibilities.

It can only be said that Akutagawa Jiro's playing style is too easy to grasp.

It seems that he has great volleying skills and wrist softness enough to hit any ball, but as long as the ball is tricky and powerful enough, he still can't catch the ball.

"If it were me in the past, I might still have a hard fight with you, right?"

Looking at Jiro's tangled expression, Maori showed a look of remembrance.

The physical gap between him and Jiro is not that huge, and it is natural that he can achieve such an advantage after suppressing the other party technically.

This is also the reason why the trace department thinks that it is a bad move for Jiro to meet Maori.

The changes in Maori are more than Jiro can handle...

(End of chapter)