"Bang!!"

"This game was won by the Neon team."

"Score."

“3-5！”

"That Bismarck was actually suppressed?"

"Unbelievable."

"Are the Neon team all such monsters?"

Looking at the leading Ashizaki, many people felt incredible.

You must know that Bismarck is a player in the third year of high school, and Ash Saki is only a player in the third country, and the difference between the two is more than one or three years.

The skills and experience that have been honed in it are definitely not as easy to make up for as imagined.

In particular, Bismarck is still a very famous player, and to be able to suppress him in the middle of the country is a bit too strong to be honest.

"Smack!!"

"Bad serve!!"

“？”

And when Bismarck adjusted his state and went to the baseline to serve, everyone saw a stunned scene.

His serve hit the net

"How so?"

"Why did he make such a mistake?"

The uninformed person completely understands that a master like Bismarck can fail to serve?

"Have you started?"

"Now is Bismarck's more difficult time."

"The technical power of possession is starting to be robbed."

But the players on the German side know the cause and effect, so they can understand.

"It's really tenacious, the ninth game did to plunder your foundation"

"It's a bit of a skill."

Beads of sweat, Ash Saki stood casually with a racket on his shoulder, and said in a soothing tone.

Bismarck was more tenacious than he had expected, and the plundering of the foundations was only now beginning to take effect.

"Smack!!"

"Double misses."

“0-15！”

The next ball was delivered, but this time it didn't touch the net, but the ball fell to the ground without even touching the net.

The picture was too bizarre, and even made the arena quiet for a while.

"It's not just the technical ability to control the ball, but now you don't even have the control to control the power."

Pointing a racket at Bismarck with one hand, Ash Sneered and informed.

"I see, is this plunder?"

"It's terrible to have hands."

After a slight gasp, Bismarck looked at his hands, and the unfamiliar ball sensation affected him all the time.

The rhythm of the body has been completely disrupted, and it is now difficult to determine how much force is being controlled, even holding the racket.

"Smack!!"

"Double error!"

“0-30！”

(Lack of control of power and control of ball control.)

(Under both influences, even professional players are hard to adapt to, right?) ）

Roughly figuring out his current state, Bismarck frowned and thought about how to break the game.

"Smack!"

"Double Miss!!"

“0-40！”

It was the end of the first set of Ashigasaki, and different voices began to be shouted on the court.

"What are you doing?! Is it intentional? ”

"Come on!! Come on!! Take the set! Rainbow!! ”

Different pressures began to hit each other, but Bismarck remained unmoved.

"How the hell is this going to be fought?"

"I can't even control my power, let alone control the ball, I can't play tennis at all."

Elmer had a hard time believing that a player would be able to continue playing in that situation.

I have become a "newcomer" like a layman, and the sense of disparity and fear and the boos of the audience outside the stadium can crush a person just thinking about it.

"In fact, most of the players who fall for the plunder will be suppressed."

"But don't forget, Shogo Ashizaki has been in junior high school for three years."

"But I didn't win against that group once."

Q· P folded his hands on his chest and explained as he looked at the current situation very calmly.

"Yes, that's enough to prove that his plundering is not invincible."

"There's still something you can do to overcome it."

(Could it be that he had already expected this?) ）

Berti nodded, noticing a small gesture from Bismarck.

It's just that it hasn't been played yet, so he can't confirm whether it was Bismarck's deliberate or inadvertent behavior.

"Bang!!"

"Out of bounds!"

"This set was won by the Neon team."

"Score."

“3-6！”

The ball did not touch the net this time, but due to improper force, it flew directly out of bounds and lost the point, resulting in Ashisaki winning the first set.

"Yay!!"

"Well done!"

The boiling sound rang out, and the Neon fans and players were quite happy.

"Tsk"

"You're pushing a little too hard."

Sweating back from the venue, and as soon as he sat down in his chair to rest, Mifune's words were conveyed.

"Huh?"

Turning his head to look at the indifferent Mifune, Ash Saki frowned.

"During the confrontation with Ling, he did some movements and techniques that consumed a lot of physical strength, and you should have discovered it yourself."

"I'm stupid to compete with him with looted things, and I'm a little unconscious."

"Imp."

After a rare reminder, Mifune leaned back in his chair and commented on Ashisaki's shortcomings.

"It doesn't matter."

"He can't win against me anyway."

If the plundered skills and moves are not hidden, they will suffocate him.

This kind of practice of slapping opponents in the face with the strength of their opponents is his consistent style.

Is there anything more enjoyable than making your opponent watch and not be able to stop you?

As for physical exertion?

He's practiced anyway, but it's not so easy to fall.

"Really? So you'd better think about what to do if there's a third set? ”

"What if you even get dragged into a tie-break"

"The small problems that usually accumulate may be bad at the critical moment."

It is rare to say a lot of words, and Mifune's experience is quite rich.

But Ash Saki didn't think so, and responded to him in a categorical tone.

"There won't be a third set!"

"I'll finish him quickly in the second set!"

……………

"How? Somatosensory? ”

"Ah, it's tricky."

"You've tried to consume him as much as you can, but maybe it'll end up if you don't need it."

"Perhaps."

Bismarck sat in his chair and communicated calmly with Kan Retru.

"Come on!! Bismarck! ”

A pleasant voice sounded from behind, and Bismarck immediately stood up and looked back for a moment.

Kan Retru looked at his happy waving hand and couldn't help but be stunned.

When he set his eyes on the stands, he was relieved.

"That's your girlfriend?"

"Ah, she couldn't walk because of her legs."

"Isn't it cured now? I heard that she has been supporting you, and you are running for her non-stop efforts. ”

"Yes, that's why I decided to go into the profession"

"For a bright future with her"

Holding the racket in his hand, he turned to look at the referee who signaled, and Bismarck smiled.

"Perhaps, it's because of her prayers."

"In order to win in many dangers"

Witnessing Bismarck's back as he walked into the field, Kan Retru was somehow relieved.

Fight for others.

Under that stubborn will, there is a "determination" to win!

PS: Wake up!

Open the code!

(End of chapter)