Wang Wangzhi starts from Sharingan

Chapter 357 Kitagawa Sora vs Echizen Minamijiro

After a while.

As the sounds echoing in the backyard disappeared, the tennis court, which was the center of focus, returned to silence.

Call ~
The wind blew, stirring up ripples in everyone's hearts.

In the gazebo beside the court, Echizen Minamijiro and Echizen Rinko looked in the direction of the tennis court, their smiles subsided, and they stopped laughing and joking.

Looking at Echizen Ryoma, one had deep eyes and the other had slightly worried eyes.

On the tennis court.

经过了‘0-1’、‘0-3’、‘0-5’的三次交换场地之后，去到了右半场的越前龙马，正大口喘着粗气，躺倒在地。

His whole body was soaked with sweat, stained with mud and dust, and his dirty 'makeup' showed his embarrassment.

A scarred tennis racket was lying quietly next to Echizen Ryoma.

The strings are loose and there is a big hole in the middle.

In the last ball just now, Echizen Ryoma, who struggled to catch up, was unwilling to fail and did not want to give up just like this.

Facing Sora Kitagawa's hit, he gritted his teeth and swung the tennis racket in his hand.

And the result is the current picture.

The net of the tennis racket was directly torn and pierced by the incoming ball. The terrifying impact directly knocked Echizen Ryoma away and fell to the ground.

And above the left half.

Kitagawa Sora, who had finished his 'warm-up', put on that familiar smile again. In a calm and calm manner, he grabbed the tennis racket and adjusted the number of strings on the net.

The breath around him became deeper and more blurred.

……

"Huh~ha~"

Echizen Ryoma raised his body again, his eyes were blank, the light disappeared, and his eyebrows were lowered, hidden under the brim of his hat.

He grabbed his broken tennis racket from the ground and looked at it blankly.

The ends of the dark green long sea hair were drooping weakly.

At this moment.

Perhaps because the game ended too quickly and cleanly, Echizen Ryoma's physical exertion was not great.

Except for the soreness and numbness in his arms caused by the hard hit from Kitagawa Sora, Echizen Ryoma's body was not tired.

For him now, what is tiring is his heart, spirit, and will.

Kitagawa Sora was only two years older than him, but in the game just now, he was the one who was completely abused.

When the fight came to the back, Echizen Ryoma couldn't keep up with the rhythm at all.

One ace serve after another, one unanswerable volley after another, and one hit shot after another that sent his tennis racket flying.

Echizen Ryoma was immediately stunned.

The final score was '6-0', Kitagawa Sora's '6', and Echizen Ryoma's '0'.

Growing up, this was the second tennis player besides his father Echizen Nanjiro to make Echizen Ryoma so miserable.

What worries Echizen Ryoma even more is that Kitagawa Sora is only two years older than him!

After such a match in which he had no power to fight back, Ryoma Echizen, who was confident and arrogant because of his long-lasting victory, was in chaos.

……

Call ~
woohoo~~
woohoo~~~
The wind kept blowing and rolling.

Picking up the broken tennis racket full of scars, Echizen Ryoma turned around without saying a word and was about to leave with his head lowered.

At this time.

Under the slightly chaotic and heavy footsteps, Kitagawa Sora spoke directly and called out to Echizen Ryoma who was walking with his back.

"Echigan!"

A call made Echizen Ryoma stop.

Immediately, while Echizen Ryoma was waiting with his back turned, Kitagawa Sora asked an inexplicable question.

"What do you play tennis for?"

"What's your tennis thing?"

"Have you seen your tennis balls?"

Asking three times in a row, a little inexplicable, made Echizen Ryoma's eyes hidden under the brim of his hat flicker slightly.

"The world of tennis is endless, keep exploring it with these three questions."

Become stronger and grow.

Finally, with a smile blooming, Kitagawa Sora said.

"Follow your own tennis path and become stronger, Ryoma~"

The words of encouragement and the sound of blessing, under Kitagawa Sora's loud voice, was Echizen Ryoma's gesture of reaching out and pressing the brim of the hat again.

And the sonorous words under the deep voice.

"I will become stronger and defeat you!"

After saying that, without looking back or pausing, Echizen Ryoma, who looked embarrassed but walked firmly, left the backyard.

On the left half of the court, Kitagawa Sora turned the tennis racket in his hand in the air, smiled lightly, and nodded inwardly.

All I can say is that he is indeed the 'unkillable' Echizen Ryoma.

And here at the pavilion.

Echizen Rinko, who was relieved, looked at Echizen Ryoma who disappeared around the corner of the door, and couldn't help asking.

"Ryoma... he should be fine, right?"

Echizen Nanjiro next to him responded with great air.

"Don't worry, Renzi."

"It's just being abused for a game."

"This brat has been abused by me since he was a child. His resistance to this kind of thing is absolutely fine."

Looking at Nanjiro Echizen who was still very proud, Renko Echizen couldn't help but roll his eyes at him.

"You have the nerve to say it."

Immediately, after giving Kitagawa Sora a smile, Echizen Renko also left the backyard, preparing to take care of Echizen Ryoma.

that's it.

In the backyard, only Kitagawa Sora and Echizen Nanjiro were left.

Call ~
Under the breeze blowing, the hair fluttered with the wind, and the clothes fluttered.

bass!
In the collision and interweaving of invisible divine light, the moment of shock, the light flickered.

this moment.

Under the gazes of Kitagawa Sora and Echizen Nanjiro, the whole place suddenly fell silent. In the natural world, with the rise of two auras, there was a faint change of wind and clouds.

next second.

tread!
With Echizen Nanjiro's first move and a kick, the atmosphere of the whole place was broken and the atmosphere changed.

Holding his own wooden racket, Echizen Minamijiro came to the right half of the court, which was the position where Echizen Ryoma lost.

And now, Echizen Nanjiro arrives!
Call ~
"Nanjiro-senpai, do you need to warm up first?"

Under Kitagawa Sora's smile, the calm atmosphere on the field was interrupted directly, and on the right half, Echizen Minamijiro also returned to his smiling expression.

"Ok~"

"wait for me!"

"Three circles to the left, three circles to the right, twisting the neck, twisting the butt~"

Just as Kitagawa Sora was dumbfounded, Echizen Nanjiro suddenly changed and began to shake his arms and twist his buttocks on the right half.

"Okay~ Warm-up completed!"

With a slight jump, he stood upright and took a domineering step. Nanjiro Echizen held a tennis racket on his shoulder and said loudly.

"You serve first, Kitagawa boy."

At this time, there is no need to guess first.

After all, compared to a formal duel, this time the match between Kitagawa Sora and Echizen Nanjiro is more about...'asking for advice'

And this point, as Sora Kitagawa who proposed such a game, is naturally very clear.

Therefore.

With a nod, Kitagawa Sora agreed to Echizen Nanjiro's proposal.

"Then I will be disrespectful, Nanjiro-senpai."

With a faint smile, Kitagawa Sora, whose eyes gradually became serious, took out a tennis ball from his pants pocket.

Hold it in your hand, press and throw it towards the ground again and again.

Da~da~da~~~
On the gradually quiet tennis court, only the clear and rhythmic sound of racketing the ball reverberates, intertwined with the gentle chants of the wind, composing a movement.

its name.

——"The calm before the storm".

……

Call ~
Gradually, the wind took on a chilly and chilling air.

One on the left and one on the right, two auras began to clash in the void, while Kitagawa Sora and Echizen Nanjiro were both observing each other.

Until a certain moment.

bass!
The two people who stared at each other while holding their breaths moved together at about the same time.

brush~
The light yellow tennis ball was thrown into the air by Sora Kitagawa's left hand.

And Beichuan Kong's feet also stepped hard on the ground, and followed the direction of the rebound force, and his whole body jumped straight up.

The muscle strength throughout the body is also instilled and released with the swing of the tennis racket.

Bang!
咻叏~
There was a crackling sound and a scream that flew through the air.

Under Sona Kitagawa's flawless serving action, a phantom of light flew straight across the tennis court.

The shot was born from Kitagawa Sora's tennis racket and went straight to the top of the inverted triangle outside the service area in the right half.

The incredible landing point, the terrifying and extraordinary speed, the internal spin attached to the tennis ball, and the explosive force attached to it...

Everything is blooming at this moment.

This ball was stronger than any ball Echizen Ryoma had just received.

This ball is the limit of Beichuan Kong in this state.

This ball was a serious and dignified work by the big devil.

Facing Echizen Nanjiro, Kitagawa Sora used all his strength as soon as he got started.This is because Kitagawa Sora is very clear about the power and terror of the man opposite him.

And in the next second, the man known as the 'Legendary Samurai' - Echizen Nanjiro, proved with facts that he did not let Kitagawa Sora care and take things seriously in vain.

Bass~
step~
Deep in his eyes, he quietly condensed.

Under the external playfulness and laughter, Echizen Nanjiro moved towards his right side with his unusually 'casual' pace.

"Yo~"

"Beichuan boy~"

"This serve looks good."

What he says is good, but his subordinates are...

Swah——

"Hey!"

With a chuckle and a smile, Echizen Nanjiro's wooden tennis racket hit the tennis ball that bounced off the ground.

With casual and unrestrained steps and ordinary swings, Echizen Nanjiro, who seems to be doing nothing, has precisely captured this pale yellow tennis ball.

Then~
"Look at me!"

Bang!
咻叏~
There was a crisp sound of impact and slap, a sharp scream that broke through the air, and another stream of light, which was born under Echizen Nanjiro's shot and flew back towards the left half.

And one thing is worth noting.

I don’t know if this reply was just to say hello.

Under the control of Echizen Nanjiro, whether it was speed or strength, whether it was internal rotation or impact, it was almost the same as Kitagawa Sora's serve just now.

bass!
On the left half of the court, at some point, a faint scarlet light was already in Beichuan Kong's eyes.

Three Gouyu Sharingan, open.

After careful observation, Kitagawa Sora couldn't help but sigh in his heart when he saw the incoming ball.

"This is Echizen Nanjiro's ball control ability!"

Control your own shot and play the same as the opponent's shot. This is called 'ball control'!
But that's what's interesting!

step~
brush~
With one foot, he stomped heavily on the ground, his legs exerted force, and with a catapult, Bei Chuankong rushed towards the ball.

The greetings have been given, and now it’s time to serve the dishes.

Swah——

The jade-white tennis racket was suddenly swung, leaving behind a series of afterimages, and with a sharp sound that penetrated Yu Qin's mind, it hit the tennis ball hard.

boom!
咻叏~
The speed and power of the ball were once again increased by one point, and it went straight to the other baseline corner of the right half of the court.

It tears apart the strong wind and rolls up the smoke and dust.

There is also Kitagawa Sona's boiling heart that is gradually burning.

"Senior Nanjiro!"

"Let me take a look at the legendary samurai's tennis ball!"

During the galloping replacement, Kitagawa Sora's cry also caused Echizen Nanjiro to laugh.

"Boy Beichuan, since you want to see it so much."

"Then you have to... concentrate and don't blink!"

Step~Shaun~
Unknowingly, Echizen Nanjiro's figure had already run to the corner of the court in an instant, and the tennis racket in his right hand had been guided to the left side of his body.

Immediately, shua——

peng!

With a muffled sound, from bottom to top, Echizen Nanjiro whipped out a backhand, shooting a stream of light beam towards the left sideline of the left half of the court at extremely fast speeds.

And the speed of this ball...

bass!
"It's sped up again!"

With a whisper in his heart, Kitagawa Sora's feet erupted again, and he also accelerated his movement, running towards the speeding tennis ball.

Swah——

The rapidly twitching tennis racket also brought up the afterimage, and then slashed towards the ejected tennis ball.

bang~
chi chi chi~~~
The impact from the tennis racket told Sora Kitagawa that the force on this tennis ball had also increased.

However, it was still within Kitagawa Sora's tolerance.

"Drink~ Ah!"

With a low shout, the tennis racket held in his right hand drew a large crescent arc in the air.

The tennis ball, freed from the shackles of the tennis racket, turned into light again and flew back.

But the next second.

Kitagawa Sora, who raised his feet and ran back, stared at the right half of the court, but his eyes were concentrating and shrinking.

Because on the right half of the court, at some point, Echizen Nanjiro had already arrived at a position later in the center of the court.

Facing Kitagawa Sona's whipping ball towards the corner of the baseline, Echizen Nanjiro had no intention of running at full speed.

He just slowly moved the tennis racket and got into a posture ready to hit the ball.

And obviously.

Kitagawa Sora was very familiar with this set of actions.

Although Echizen Nanjiro is the original inventor of this move and the real big BOSS level developer.

But Kitagawa Sora has seen and experienced it with Tezuka Kunimitsu a long time ago.

--field!
Call ~
Nanjiro field!
woohoo~~
Everything is impermanent!

woohoo~~~
The yellow stream of light that crossed the net had already reached the center of the court, and was about to fall on the corner of the baseline, but in that moment, a strong wind blew up.

With Echizen Minamijiro as the center origin, the terrifying air flow suddenly appeared out of thin air.

When the smoke and dust flew up, it turned into big hands, directly grabbed the speeding tennis ball, and then dragged it to Echizen Nanjiro's side.

Swah——

Bang!
咻叏~
Under Echizen Nanjiro's ordinary swing, the tennis ball turned into a streamer again and flew to the left half.

But this time, Echizen Nanjiro stood motionless.

On the left half, Sora Kitagawa began to gallop, running at super speed.

The same posture, the same swing, but a completely different shot.

The speed of the ball became faster again, so Beichuan Kong had no choice but to speed up his own speed.

The scarlet light in his eyes began to flicker, and he tried his best to use the power of Sharingan to gain insight into Echizen Nanjiro's hitting.

Bang!
boom!
peng!

咻叏~~~
One round, two rounds, three rounds...

On the right court, Echizen Minamijiro, who opened the 'field', stood in the back center of the court without any movement.

Just making circles with his feet and swinging the racket in his hand.

On the left half of the field, Kitagawa Sora, who was running the power of Sharingan, began to run back and forth wildly, and from time to time he was mobilized to gallop back and forth.

This is not a big deal.

Under Echizen Nanjiro's 'ordinary' blows one after another, the gradually increasing strength of the tennis ball was the real trouble.

Duang ~
With a crash, the light yellow tennis ball hit the hard frame of the tennis racket and was knocked straight away.

It flew out of the baseline and hit the high wall behind.

As the saying goes, if you keep it for a long time, you will lose it.

Facing Echizen Nanjiro's 'field' and mobilizing offensive, Kitagawa Sora lost the first goal after more than ten rounds.

The score was 0-15. As usual, the server was in front and the receiver was in the back. Kitagawa Sora's '0' and Echizen Nanjiro's '15'.

"Whoo~"

Taking a long breath, feeling the coolness of the cold air entering his heart, spleen and lungs, Sora Kitagawa stood up straight and adjusted his condition.

The loss of points or something had already been expected and prepared.

For Kitagawa Sora, this process is what he needs.

On the right half of the court, Echizen Nanjiro, who was gently shaking the tennis racket and bouncing it on his shoulder, said with a smile.

"Yo~"

"Is that power the limit just now?"

"It shouldn't be~you kid~"

"How about it, do you need me to put some water on it?"

The bad taste of teasing and teasing made Echizen Nanjiro look like he was not serious at all.

However, this kind of Echizen Nanjiro is the real Echizen Nanjiro, not just a so-called 'legendary samurai'.

Faced with Echizen Nanjiro's joking words, Kitagawa Sora responded with a smile.

"Of course not."

"It's not my purpose to come here to release water or something."

This word, this word, is resounding, firm and resolute.

The opposite Echizen Nanjiro also smiled slightly, because he also received the touch of Kitagawa Sora's will.

"It looks like this game will be very interesting."

……

bass!
Under the slightly condensed gaze, Bei Chuankong's mind returned to tranquility.

Da~da~da~~~
The rhythmic beat of the ball started again, and after glancing at Nanjiro Echizen, Sora Kitagawa threw the ball straight away.

shuh~
Swah——

The ball fell and the shot came.

With a crisp sound, the light yellow phantom streamed out and rushed towards the right half of the field.

On Echizen Nanjiro's side, he also used the 'Nanjiro Domain' again after an 'ordinary' prompting strike.

He turned around and stood in the back center of the court with a smile on his face, waiting for Sora Kitagawa's return.

On the left half, after another counterattack, Kitagawa Sora decisively raised his feet and jumped forward, moving forward.

Target point, before midfield, or directly in front of the net.

The jade-white tennis racket in his hand moved slightly, facing the 'Nanjiro Domain', Kitagawa Sora was about to start performing.

……

(End of this chapter)