Wang Wangzhi starts from Sharingan

Chapter 361: All things are impermanent, unparalleled in ancient and modern times

step~
Tata~~
step, step, step~~~
On the tennis court, the sound of galloping kept ringing.

Sora Kitagawa, who was running wildly in a flash, rushed to the midfield and faced the ball with a quick swing.

A hot smile bloomed on his face.

"Senior Nanjiro!"

"Accept!"

ton~
At Sora Kitagawa's shout, the tennis racket that was raised high above the head slid down the left side of the body with a beautiful rhythm.

A large-angle arc passed in front of him, just touching the tennis ball that was coming towards him.

Swah——

"The Remnant Fire Sword—"

"West!"

"Sunshine Prison Clothes!"

bang~
The next second, Echizen Nanjiro's menacing blow was suddenly reduced by a mysterious power fluctuation.

The terrifying power above the tennis ball seemed to have been offset by half, and most of it was gone.

呲~
咻叏~~~
With a soft whistle, the spinning tennis ball crossed the net and fell towards the ground in front of the left half of the net.

This is a short ball in the middle field.

"Yo~"

step~
Under the slightly surprised voice, Echizen Minamijiro was already approaching the midfielder.

"Can this skill actually be achieved to this extent?"

"Interesting~"

The strength of Echizen Nanjiro's blessing in tennis is not weak, and it was directly worn down so much.

For a moment, Echizen Nanjiro felt curious.

chi chi chi~~~
Amidst the sound of the ground being scraped, Echizen Nanjiro, who rushed over quickly, stretched out the tennis racket in his hand.

After the surface of the tennis racket touched the tennis ball, there was an upward lift.

bass!
Appeared!
"The lob!"

The opportunity created by Sora Kitagawa's efforts was a lob in mid-air.

step~
As soon as his steps moved, Beichuan Sora, whose whole body was filled with momentum, adjusted his position slightly and jumped straight into the air.

"Senior~"

"Take my last..."

"The Remnant Fire Sword—"

"north!"

"Ash of heaven and earth!"

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Beichuan Sora, who leaped into the air, let out his last stubborn cry.

And the 'Susanoh' in the void behind him also showed off his arrogant skeleton demon body and roared to the sky.

"Roar!!!"

next moment.

Call ~
The wind howled suddenly.

hum~
The golden light of the immortal's body is shimmering.

The scarlet light of the Mangekyo Sharingan shines.

The 'Remnant Fire Sword' held by the Skeleton Demon God dominated everything, while the golden-red tennis racket in Sora Kitagawa's hand was already exploding and killing him.

jump!
Boom~
Boom~~
Boom~~~
Amidst the sudden explosions and explosions, under Sora Kitagawa's full smash, a phantom stream of light blasted straight towards the left half of the court.

Call ~
The wind was blowing, his hair was moving, and a smile was blooming on Echizen Nanjiro's face.

"Have you been able to hit such a powerful ball?"

"It's really impressive!"

step~
As Echizen Nanjiro stepped forward, the phantom flickered, and his entire body came to the backcourt in an instant.

"but……"

"It's still not enough."

At the turning point, facing the oncoming 'Ashes of Heaven and Earth', Echizen Nanjiro's smile faded.

With his eyes slightly closed, a cold and murderous intention filled the void.

As the tennis racket rose and fell, in the void behind Echizen Nanjiro, a shadowy figure wearing a high ponytail, a hair tie, and a dark samurai sword appeared quietly.

The next moment.

Echizen Nanjiro moved, and the wooden tennis racket in his hand quickly faced the incoming ball.

The shadow of the warrior standing proudly in the void behind him also moved.

In the dimness, there seemed to be a beam of cold light, and the black katana sword was already cutting through the void.

Bang!
On the tennis court, there was a flash of white ball.

In the void, the sharp edge quietly unsheathed, already under the command of the samurai, slashed at Susanoo who was coming to kill him.

when!
In an instant, the sharp blades met, the void shook, and sparks flew everywhere.

And under the samurai's blow, a stream of light also penetrated Kitagawa Sora's defense line, flickering and disappearing in the right half.

The only ones left behind were Kitagawa Sora with shrunken pupils and the stern-faced Echizen Nanjiro.

Of course, the coldness is only temporary, and the funnyness is the truth.

"Tsk tsk tsk~~~"

"How about it, boy Beichuan, I looked very handsome and cool just now, right?"

Carrying the tennis racket on his shoulders, Echizen Minamijiro, who was bouncing back and forth with his left and right feet, opened his mouth wide, laughed loudly, and had a proud expression on his face.

He didn't have the cool demeanor of the legendary warrior just now, but looked like a child.

……

"Huh~"

In the left half of the field, Echizen Nanjiro was acting cool and funny, while in the right half of the field, Kitagawa Sora was breathing heavily and stunned.

Happily, after using his current strongest blow 'North·Tiandi Ashes', he finally forced Echizen Nanjiro to use 'Asura Shinto' to summon a 'Samurai'.

But what was surprising was that facing Nanjiro Echizen's 'samurai', his defense line could not withstand it at all.

Moreover, the keen sense tells Kitagawa Sora that Echizen Nanjiro's "Asura Shinto" is somewhat different.

"Yo, teenager~"

"senior!"

At this time, the call from Echizen Nanjiro awakened Sora Kitagawa.

In response, he looked up.

No longer laughing and playing, Echizen Nanjiro, enveloped in a profound aura, stood proudly in the backcourt, staring at Kitagawa Sora.

"Next ball."

"Look carefully, think carefully, and... feel it!"

The serious words from Echizen Nanjiro made Kitagawa Sora stunned again.

Immediately, seeing Echizen Nanjiro like this, a flash of understanding flashed in Kitagawa Sora's heart, and he began to look forward to it.

Through the next ball, maybe... we can see the legendary samurai's three-point style!
"Nanjiro-senpai, please give me some advice!"

Taking a deep breath and speaking with expectation, Kitagawa Sora clenched the tennis racket in his hand, his eyes were burning and he was full of energy.

Of course, this does not mean that Kitagawa Sora is ruined.

instead……

Da~da~da~~~
Swah——

Bang!
boom!
peng~
咻叏~~~
Amidst a series of sounds, Sora Kitagawa, who was on the right half court, once again took great strides and shouted out.

"The Remnant Fire Sword—"

"north!"

"Ash of heaven and earth!"

The explosively swung tennis racket hit the tennis ball again.

Kitagawa Sora, whose arrogance was rising around him, still did not give up. Under the burning fire of fighting, he continued his final explosive offensive.

Amidst Susanoo's roar with his sword, Kitagawa Sora no longer cared about his own consumption.

And for this.

On the left half, the admiration in Echizen Nanjiro's eyes became more intense.

Therefore.

step~
Taking one step forward, Echizen Nanjiro was on the backcourt, swinging the tennis racket in his hand.

The 'warrior' in the void dissipated into nothingness.

Instead, on Echizen Nanjiro's body, the brilliance that began to shine was the aura that began to rise again.

brush~
On the right half of the field, Kitagawa Sora was watching Echizen Nanjiro and feeling it carefully, his eyes flashing.

"The limit of seamlessness!"

However, the next moment, Kitagawa Sora's pupils suddenly shrank.

"wrong!"

"This feeling...is not just perfect!"

As his thoughts flashed, the next moment, before Beichuan Kong could figure out what was going on, a bright white line flashed beside him.

Call ~
The wind continues to blow, stirring the ripples and waves of my heart.

After a while, the silence was gone.

Gritting his teeth, Kitagawa Sora once again took out the light yellow tennis ball from his pocket and threw it into the air.

Swah——

Bang!
咻叏~
Under the scream, the tennis ball turned into a stream of light and rushed straight towards the left half of the court.

But this time, Echizen Nanjiro didn't even give Kitagawa Sora a chance to display 'Ashes of Heaven and Earth'.

hum~
The dense spiritual light on his body disappeared, replaced by the purple-black air currents like mist, surrounding Echizen Nanjiro's body.

At this moment, Echizen Nanjiro had no breath at all, and a strange feeling spread over his body.

In Beichuan Kong's perception, it seems to exist between the virtual and the real, as if separated by time and space.

It makes people unable to see clearly, the way is unclear, and it is looming.

It also made Kitagawa Sora open his eyes wide and his pupils trembled slightly.

And this is Echizen Nanjiro's...

"All things... are impermanent!"

Bang!
咻叏~
The next moment, Echizen Nanjiro, who was standing in the backcourt, waved the tennis racket in his hand.

However, in Kitagawa Sora's senses.

The sound of hitting the ball, one, two, three... is like the sum of tens, hundreds, millions of sounds.

Countless figures appeared around Nanjiro Echizen, holding tennis rackets and swinging them an unknown number of times.

After a while, the breeze blows, and everything returns to tranquility.

When Beichuan Kong came to his senses, a light yellow tennis ball was already flying out of a bottom corner.bass!
At this moment, silence is the theme on the tennis court.

In the silence, Kitagawa Sora and Echizen Nanjiro looked at each other again. Looking at each other, they were speechless for a while.

Kitagawa Sora was still thinking about the ball just now.

As for Echizen Nanjiro, there was an abyss-like aura exuding all over his body, no one could see through him at this moment.

Call ~
Only the wind is whispering.

……

At this time, the score actually reached '5-2', with Nanjiro Echizen's '5' and Sora Kitagawa's '2'.

But by this point in the fight, the scoring rules and so on had already been forgotten by the two people on the court.

Therefore.

Kitagawa Sora and Echizen Nanjiro are not exchanging venues.

It was just that Echizen Nanjiro picked up a 'clean' light yellow tennis ball and looked at Kitagawa Sora amid the sound of 'ta da da'.

"The next goal is our last goal in this game."

"Boy Beichuan, you have to concentrate and watch carefully."

"Be sure... don't blink!"

Under Sora Kitagawa's perception of a playful chuckle that resurfaced, the aura of Nanjiro Echizen, who stood proudly on the left half, changed again.

hum!
Boom~
If you say last second.

The aura of Echizen Nanjiro is as unsightly as an abyss, as untouchable as the deep sea, as obscure as destiny, as if it is the disillusionment and impermanence between reality and reality.

Then this moment.

Echizen Nanjiro's whole body was like a scorching sun that shattered the darkness, hot and dazzling, and he couldn't look directly at it.

It's like the sky is high, hard to reach, you can only look up.

It's like thousands of mountains and rivers, mountains and mountains, supporting the heaven and earth, thick and boundless.

this moment.

'All things are impermanent' is no longer, replaced by...

"Unparalleled in ancient and modern times!"

Swah——

Whispering in a low voice, Echizen Nanjiro swung the old tennis racket in his hand, and there was a faint whisper of wind.

And this is the moment.

Staring at Echizen Nanjiro opposite, watching the old tennis racket swing, Kitagawa Sora's pupils suddenly shrank and trembled slightly.

"This feeling!"

A terrifying sense of crisis suddenly struck, making Beichuan Kong's hair stand on end.

In an instant, Beichuan Sora, whose mind was racing, immediately followed the instinct of his body and mind, stepped hard with his feet, and his whole body bounced backward.

step~step~step~~~
呲味味~~~
The soles of the shoes were rubbing against the ground crazily, sensing the blood that was still burning in his body. He stared straight ahead at Kitagawa Sora, his eyes condensed.

Serious and dignified, without cowardice, no slackness, and no fear.

He didn't want to just watch the last ball, he didn't want to give up, and he didn't want to have any regrets.

Therefore.

tread!
Bang!
The sound of Sora Kitagawa stopping and the sound of Nanjiro Echizen hitting the ball were played at the same moment.

咻叏~
Amidst the screams, a stream of white light, like a horse racing, flew toward the right half of the field at extremely high speeds.

On Kitagawa Sora's side, the 'Mangekyo Sharingan' is operating at its limit, the 'Sage Body' is frantically tapping into the power deep within the body, the 'Susanohu' behind him, and the blazing 'Remnant Fire Tachi' are all roaring and noisy. .

Not only that.

Faced with Echizen Nanjiro's 'Unparalleled' shot that brought a sense of life and death crisis, Kitagawa Sora directly used his two hands to shoot.

The body, spirit, and will are all burning and racing.

"Ahhhh!!!"

In a rare passionate roar, Kitagawa Sora took aim at the incoming ball and started sprinting.

Kitagawa Sora, who had retreated to a few meters behind the baseline, finally caught the shot through this relaxation zone.

tread!
shuh~
Because of the distance, the tennis ball that bounced off the service area has already risen into the air.

Beichuan Kong's whole body jumped into the air with a big step.

Facing the "ordinary" looking tennis ball, he held the tennis racket at his waist with both hands and swung it hard.

One last note...

"The Remnant Fire Sword—"

"north!"

"Ash of heaven and earth!"

In order to take over Echizen Nanjiro's "Unparalleled", Kitagawa Sora used his strongest shot at the moment - Ashes of Heaven and Earth!
"Drink~ahhhh!!!"

Amidst the roar, the jade-white tennis racket hit the ball hard.

On the one hand, he is fierce and close to madness, on the other hand, he is ordinary and looks ordinary.

According to scientific principles, there is no doubt that Sora Kitagawa must have successfully counterattacked and won this duel.

But it is a pity that Echizen Nanjiro's batting, the legendary samurai's "unparalleled ancient and modern", is not scientific and unreasonable.

Boom~
hum~
Call ~
creak creak~
In an instant, the situation changed and the waves surged into the sky.

The jade-white tennis racket began to groan for the first time. The strings and net that had begun to deform and dent were the best evidence of this.

In the sudden strong wind, sharp blades of wind raged around, leaving scratches on the ground of the stadium.

The sudden explosion, the air waves one after another, and the dust flying all over the sky all reflected Kitagawa Sora's handsome face, becoming ferocious.

The eyes widened, the muscles bulged, the teeth clenched, and the body began to tremble slightly.

Boom~~
Boom~~~
Like thunder exploding, like a volcano erupting, like a tsunami coming, like a storm tornado appearing.

Another wave of explosions sounded in the void.

The Skeleton Demon God, like Sora Beichuan, was roaring angrily. The 'Remnant Fire Sword' in his hand was slashing towards the white sharp sword in front of him.

Exploding all his strength, Kitagawa Sora was on the verge of reaching his limit, but he was still staring at the completely deformed tennis ball on the tennis racket.

This time, no matter what...

"You, go back to me!!!"

"Ahhhh!!!"

Along with Kitagawa Sora's crazy roar, in the void behind him, there was a wave of invisible sound waves of 'Susanoh', and he went crazy again.

The 'Remnant Fire Sword' in his hand began to shine, and the flames evolved toward a golden color.

Above the skull, the copper bell-like eye holes began to emit a dazzling golden light.

The lower body of the Skeleton Demon God, which was originally only half a body, was condensed and evolved from the faint purple mist.

As Susanoo slashed with the sword in both hands, flesh, flesh and meridians quietly emerged in the golden light that quietly emerged.

At last.

Buzz~匌~click~~~
jump!
Boom~Boom~~Boom~~~
Under the light of the shining world, in the fierce wind and flying dust, Beichuan Sora, who had been deadlocked in mid-air for several seconds, flew straight backwards.

For the first time, the scarred tennis racket was thrown into the air and fell towards the ground.

The racket strings were twisted and loose, and the 'SSS' point in the middle of the racket net was directly penetrated.

Duang ~
Poof~dong~chichichi~~~
pat~
In the aftertaste of the strong wind, Kitagawa Sora's body fell heavily to the ground. He continued to slide forward for a distance without stopping.

The tennis racket that was thrown high also fell and slid to Kitagawa Sora's side.

The aura was gone, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

Silent, silent.

At this moment, there was no sound of people on the field, and there was silence.

Only the wind is blowing and whistling, only the falling leaves are singing softly, and only the scattered dust is recording everything.

The last goal between Sora Kitagawa and Nanjiro Echizen was over.

……

Call ~
After a long moment of silence, the howling wind gradually disappeared and turned into a gentle breeze.

Cooperating with the fallen leaves and branches, they are composing music.

The smoke and dust dispersed, revealing a very 'unique' tennis court.

The real tennis court was not damaged at all, except for the ball marks.

But in the area beyond the bottom line, there is no need to say more.

After the left half, the wall was severely damaged, and after the right half, the traces of Kitagawa Sora's slide and fall, as well as the ravaging traces of the Wind Blade Kamaitachi, were even more clearly visible.

"Huh~"

"Huha~~"

"Huhaha~~~"

Rapid breathing sounded from the mouth of the figure lying on the ground.

The rapidly heaving chest, the continuous sweat, the wet and messy clothes, and the handsome face that has become dirty.

With his back against the earth and his face toward the sky, Kitagawa Sora, who had reached his limit, closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and kept breathing in the fresh air.

Feeling the refreshing feeling that penetrated the heart and spleen, Kitagawa Sora felt like he was alive again.

Or……

A new life is ushered in!
The final feeling of that last ball, everything, Kitagawa Sora remembers especially deeply.

shuh~
In his eyes, scarlet light suddenly appeared, and in the void, an illusory skeleton appeared again.

"Hahaha~~~"

Amidst Kitagawa Sora's sudden laughter, Susanoo also lowered his head slightly and looked over.

bass!
This is a look from Kitagawa Sora and Susanoo.

"Hahaha~~~"

Looking at the skeleton demon god who already had a lower body, Kitagawa Sora laughed again.

And 'Susanohu' also looked up to the sky and roared again, venting his power.

However, the fly in the ointment is the 'Remnant Fire Sword' waiting in the void...

The tip of the knife... broke.

……

And just as Kitagawa Sora was laughing happily.

On the left half, Nanjiro Echizen, who stood proudly in the backcourt and did not move for the next few balls, took a step forward.

Toward the side.

With those deep eyes, he quietly stared at Kitagawa Sora, Echizen Nanjiro was speechless and speechless.

Side step, turn around.

He turned his head to the right side of his body and looked straight.

Beyond the bottom line, less than half an arm's length away, there was a deep depression.

Inside, lying... a charred, deformed tennis ball!

……

(End of this chapter)