"Drink!"

hit a smash and hit back, and it was impossible to see where the opponent was in his field of vision.

(Aomine, this guy)

(It's not fast at all.) ）

(Instead, he was able to teleport with agility.) ）

"Bang!!"

Unable to catch his movement at all, he hadn't hit the ground yet, and the ball had already been hit back.

Mirai Aomine's speed is unbelievably fast, swinging and running can no longer capture his movements with his eyes.

"The game was won by the Spanish team."

"Score."

“2-2！”

"It looks like Midorima is having a hard time."

"Who the hell did he meet?"

Huang Se grabbed the guardrail with both hands, looked at Midorima's hard look and said curiously.

"Sa, only he knows."

"However, who else can make the current Midorima fall into a bitter battle."

Even if it was not explicitly stated, everyone had some guesses in their hearts.

"Xiaobai, is Midorima-kun really facing you in the future?"

Momoi asked as he stood in front of Shiratsu and looked at the situation in the field.

"It should be okay if nothing goes wrong."

Nodding, Bai Jin responded directly.

To put it bluntly, embodiment is a kind of dragging out the "player" that the opponent's heart is looking at.

Fear, respect, or care.

All kinds of factors are mixed in, and the deeper the impact on me, the greater the probability of occurrence.

And who else can make Midorima care, who else can there be besides Diguang's group of friends at the same time?

"In that case, how is he going to win?"

"In the future, you will definitely be stronger than now."

The hand clenched unconsciously, and Momoi was slightly worried, the particularity of this game was completely on Romeo's "embodiment".

That's a real trick that can make your opponent roll over.

"It's easy."

"Since it is the future, we are fighting him, as long as he also becomes his future self."

"Just like Mars and Seda before that."

With a chuckle, Bai Jin directly said a very subtle answer.

"Ah, don't take it for granted."

"And it's not that easy, is it?"

Hearing Bai Jin's response, this tone of ease made Momoi slightly speechless.

"Do you think Midorima will lose?"

"Well, not really."

But the next thing that Bai Jin asked seriously, Momoi was stunned, and then she came back to her senses and denied it.

"In that case, then what is there to worry about."

"Just watch it as a normal game."

"Midorima!"

"It's noisy!!"

"Bang!"

The fire god's loud shout made Midorima, who was already unhappy, angrily scold.

"Bang dang!"

"Tsk"

The racket blessed with the armament color even faintly cracked, Midorima really hates this kind of explosive stupidity.

"Kuroko, what's this kidding?"

Another substitution, Midorima looked at someone calmly in front of him and spoke.

"I'm not going to release water, Midorima-kun."

But what ushered in was Kuroko's cold answer.

"What can you do in singles?"

It's not that Midorima looks down on him, but he has the impression that Kuroko can't do anything at all in singles.

Kuroko, who lacks a partner, will find it difficult to play on the court.

After all, a shadow is always a shadow, and there is light before there is a shadow.

"There's a lot that can be done."

Hearing Kuroko's voice, Midorima was hit back by the ball he had just hit, but at this moment he was stunned to find something

"Balls? Gone? ”

"Smack!"

The sound of landing behind him made him look back sharply, and he saw that the tennis ball was already rolling there for some time.

"How is that possible?"

Midorima was justified in surprise, as he and his third hand were completely unaware of when the ball was hitting the ground.

A strong sense of presence came from ahead, and he suddenly understood something.

"Has the presence of the ball disappeared?"

"Can you even hide the lock-on of a move from another dimension?"

I have to say that this weird talent is difficult for others to reproduce, but Kuroko has brought it into full play.

"It's not visual induce, it's not conscious."

"It's the disappearance of existence in the true sense of the word."

Understanding the principle, Midorima said with a frown.

"Black Boy, it's a changeover."

At this moment, Ziyuan's voice came, and Kuroko exchanged it with him.

"Do you have any tricks? Purple Plains. ”

Looking at the changed opponent, Midorima asked, looking at him squarely.

"Bang!"

Without answering anything, Shihara hit the ball.

“？”

Midorima hadn't reacted yet, and the hand behind him had already made a judgment.

“！”

"Wow!"

As a result, the hand did not seem to touch the ball that had landed.

"Mach serve?"

"No, Greenboy, that's"

"Mach teleportation."

Hearing Shihara's explanation, Midorima fell silent.

If it's just a serve, his hand can definitely intercept it, but the unreasonable thing like teleportation is a bit out of bounds, and the interception speed of the "hand" can't keep up.

…………

"The game was won by the Spanish team."

"Score."

“2-5！”

Seeing that the score was chased for five games in a row, others were also very concerned about the actual situation.

"It's not very common for a player to be able to suppress him in a row."

Sadaharu Kan is holding a notebook and writing data, but he knows Midorima very well.

After all, he has met a lot of opponents in the country, and he also knows how powerful they are.

"Looks like it's going to drag on to the second set."

"After all, if futurization was so easy to obtain, the Spanish people would not be so distressed."

Romeo's embodiment is a strong move, but it's fair.

After all, giving the opponent a glimpse of the "future" means that the opponent is qualified to get something more cutting-edge.

Once you can't take this opportunity to defeat the other party, but let the other party get something that you shouldn't have, then it will be him who will swallow the bitter fruit in the end.

(But even you can't break free so easily at the moment, can you?) ）

Romeo looked at Midorima, but he was full of confidence.

The teammates he gave to the other party were completely beyond imagination, and it was impossible for Midorima to break through this group of people.

"I'll decide before then."

……………

"Bang!!"

"Shintaro, it's too slow."

Looking at the dominated "third hand", Midorima frowned, he didn't care about the phenomenon in front of him, but continued to play the serve.

"Bang!"

“？”

But just after Richi played this goal, Omote Akaji, who was replaced later, hit a counterattack that surprised Midorima.

The white light flashed and he couldn't react.

"You're done?!"

As if knowing what had just happened, Midorima looked at the figure in front of him and said coldly.

"It's been done a long time ago"

The response was the soft words of Omote Chiji.

"Smack."

"Evolution is too slow, but you will lose."

"Shintaro"

It was just after this game that the sound of footsteps behind him made Akaji say the last words and leave the court.

“.”

Looking at the familiar figure, Midorima adjusted his posture and slowly spoke.

"In the end, it turned out to be you."

"Bai Jin."

The best player in the world of the future is standing in the way at this moment.

(End of chapter)