Wang Wangzhi starts from Sharingan

Chapter 434 The trajectory of fate, the final glory
for a while.

On the tennis court, the tables were turned.

After breaking through the Cage of Time, under an unparalleled offensive, Kitagawa Sora defeated three cities in a row, bringing the score of the game to '5-4'.

And without a doubt.

Except for the hustle and bustle above the stands.

On the tennis court, during the minute and a half, apart from analyzing and recalling what had just happened, Borg was thinking about the next step.

How to reverse this situation?

How to deal with Kitagawa Sora who is in extraordinary condition at this moment?

How to break the 'Qiwu' knife that broke through the prison of time?

In short.

What Borg thinks at this moment is how to win the game and win.

……

Call ~
The wind howled and the flags fluttered.

In the stands, the crowd roared again.

"Borg!"

"Can't lose!"

"come on!"

"Win back the victory!"

"#...%..."

Amid the hustle and bustle, the crucial tenth round began.

step~
Tata~~
step, step, step~~~
The sound of footsteps like drums sounded directly as the heart pulse gradually matched.

One left and one right, Borg and Sora Kitagawa stepped onto the field again.

Borg came to the left half of the court, stood at the baseline serving position, held the ball, held his breath, pressed and slapped.

Sora Kitagawa went to the right half of the court, where he leaned down with his racket in the receiving area and stared quietly.

Adjust your breathing, concentrate, look at each other from a distance, and look at each other in the distance.

bass!
There is no room for failure in this round!
At a glance, Borg looked calmer and more serious than ever before, and in that tense aura was Borg's will to fight to the bitter end.

If he loses this small round again, the whole game will be over.

Borg himself is not a person who cannot afford to lose, but now he has too many things on his shoulders.

It would be okay if it was just him who was responsible for the honor and disgrace.

But why~
He is the number one active player in the world, the captain and main player of the German U17 team, and the No.1 in the German tennis world.

behind him.

It is the glory that belongs to the world's number one, which belongs to the German tennis players present or not, and is the expectation of Pubke and the entire team.

There are too many things!
but……

"Borg~"

"I don't think~"

"There are too many things on my shoulders~"

At this time, a wisp of cool breeze brought the long and loud sound of Beichuan Sky to Borg's ears.

Not much to say, but that’s it.

However, just after saying this, Borg couldn't help but be slightly stunned for a rare moment.

That mood and look went straight beyond calmness and seriousness.

"thing……"

"Too many and too complicated..."

The crisp sound of the ball hitting the rhythm suddenly stopped at this moment.

While murmuring in his heart, Borg took the mustard-yellow ball in his big hand, closed his fingers, and held it tightly.

Immediately, he raised his head, his eyes moved slightly, and looked in all directions.

In the blazing flames of fighting spirit, Kitagawa Sora still had a pleasant smile.

There were excited crowds on all sides of the stands, including Pubke and Retru in one corner.

Opponent, teammate, agent, partner, similar...

His supporters, simple spectators...

And that...something else...

For a moment, Borg's eyes flashed.

Seeing that the prescribed serving time was almost over, after glancing at the referee, Borg threw the tennis ball upward while holding his breath.

brush~
The light yellow tennis ball flew into the air. Following his gaze, Borg jumped up to take the shot, and his thoughts seemed to be flying along with it.

Bang!
咻叏~
In the sudden flow of air, a stream of light turned into an arrow, heading towards the outer corner of the left teeing area on the right half of the court.

The momentum is fierce, and the wind is accompanying it.

step~
In the midst of the brilliant lights, the 'August God of Death' standing in the void behind him followed Sora Beichuan, who also stepped forward and started shooting to meet him.

Swah——

boom!
huh~
In the midst of the explosion, the wind picked up again, and the stream of light turned back, heading towards the bottom line corner of the left half of the court.

What followed was Sora Kitagawa's faint smile.

"Tennis~"

“It can be complicated sometimes.”

"But sometimes it's very simple, it's nothing more than winning or losing."

"If you don't want to lose, you just want to win. Hit the ball back so that your opponent can't hit it back and win the score."

"Pure tennis, it's that simple!"

"drink!"

Amidst the fluttering of words, the two figures running wantonly on the left and right halfs had already clashed again for several rounds.

And under this low shout, the scarlet eyes of Beichuan Sora, who was running at full speed, flickered.

Underneath the phantom-moving extremely fast tennis racket was the flowing arrow that stirred up the violent wind.

That stream of light, like an arrow from a string, turned into an incomparable thread, seeming to cut the sky above the tennis court in half.

Streaming light, dancing~
"Score works."

"0-15."

The referee's voice rang out, and the score of '0-15' started to get loud and heated in the stands.

But on the tennis court, there was another strong wind.

"Simple and pure..."

After stepping into position, Borg raised his hand and placed the mustard-yellow ball in his hand in front of his eyes.

Looking, looking, for a moment, Borg actually fell into a trance.

It's like seeing the past, vaguely seeing the past.

Watching as a child, first touching, holding a tennis ball and racket for the first time, learning and practicing, playing and competing...

The subsequent growth, the lonely stream, one game after another, and another battle.

The joy after practicing a skill, the joy after winning a game.

The excitement when meeting a good opponent, the passion when chasing higher and further.

Tennis school, campus team, youth team, U17 team.

An ordinary tennis player, a team member, a general, a leader, and now an active professional, and the number one in the world...

"Whoo~"

"Hoohoo~~"

Close your eyes, concentrate, and regulate your breathing.

brush~
Amidst the soft sound, the mustard-yellow ball rose into the air again, the tennis racket was swung at high speed again, and the scream exploded again.

Bang!
咻叏~
The second ball of the tenth inning was sent by Borg.

The screaming and whistling stream of light flew over the tennis court, attracting countless gazes from the crowd in the stands.

wow~~~
"Kick-off..."

"The second goal..."

"0-15, I don't know how many goals there are left..."

"Is there any hope?"

"Hope to reverse the situation..."

Or whisper, or softly.

Or ask in a low voice, or talk to yourself.

In the stands, the crowd was surging, and the German tennis players one after another were already in various shapes at this time.

Looking at the situation on the tennis court, most German tennis players fell into a low-pressure atmosphere.

Before, they pinned all their hopes on Borg.

But now, they can hardly see the glimmer of fireworks anymore.

However, as the saying goes, there are many different things.

There are always a small number of people who will choose to persevere and never give up.

"Damn it!"

"Shut up all of them!"

“It’s never over until the last moment!”

"You still need me to teach you such a simple truth!!!"

"Ahhh!!!"

In the beginning, it was a solitary loud shout, a cathartic roar, roaring as hard as he could.

"sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss~~~"

And what follows~
It was the crowd that fell into madness.

"Borg! Borg! Borg!"

The resurgent sound wave, at this moment and here, symbolizes their cry and belongs to everyone who still supports Borg and never gives up.

And luckily.

God will never let down those who never give up.

On the tennis court, in the roaring wind, a bright light bloomed, which was Borg's response.

hum~
Underneath the buzzing sound was the tennis racket moving at extremely fast speeds.

Swah——

The afterimages are numerous and gradually disappear.

Bang!
huh~
There was a crisp blast and a flash of light.

bang~
"Score works."

"15-15."

Call ~
In the howling wind, there was the referee's slow and clear voice.

After the smoke and dust dissipated, a mustard-yellow ball that stopped rolling and bouncing appeared under the protective wall behind Kitagawa Kong.

At this moment, the whole place fell silent.

The eyes of the crowd in the stands were all focused on, and they swallowed their saliva, and then there was a lot of noise and passionate shouting.

A cry for Borg, a catharsis of emotions.

And on the tennis court.

Call ~
"Not bad~"

"Borg!"

On the right half of the field, Beichuan Kong stood facing the wind, with his hair flying and his clothes looking like a hunter.

Looking from a distance, looking at the shining figure on the opposite body, I couldn't help but become excited again.

And under the spotlight.

On the left half of the field, Borg once again stood proudly, his body like an iron tower shrouded in a layer of light.

That brilliance is so harmonious.

Just like the warm sunshine in spring, it brings a long-lost warmth, nourishes the body and mind, and brings peace of mind.

And this dazzling brilliance, its name - Aichi!
That is, the seamless limit of the realm of no self.

One of the three secret gates of reserved light.

—The radiance of love!
……

wow~~~
"Borg!"

"Borg!"

"Borg!"

"Ahhhh!!!"

"Turn the tables, Borg!"

"..."

Amid the hustle and bustle, there is a corner of the front area of ​​the stands.Borg suddenly shined and then scored, making Pubke's heart beat faster again.

Started to get nervous, start to feel dazed.

On the side of Retru and the others, emotions are also rising again.

"Whoo~"

"finally……"

"It can be used again..."

Grabbing the guardrail in front of him, QP, the data master who was always known for his calmness and coldness, finally felt a wave of emotion when he looked at Borg on the tennis court.

"'The Glory of Aichi'~"

Retru also knew why QP's mood suddenly fluctuated.

Also looking at Borg on the field, he spoke loudly.

"It's really...it's been a long time..."

The long-lost 'glory of love' belongs to Borg.

The brilliance that QP itself initially understood was "loneliness", and the other "aichi" came from Borg.

And now.

After breaking through the fog barrier and seeing his true love of tennis again, Borg also regained his dusty glory.

……

on the tennis court.

"Awaited!"

bass!
While staring, Borg's voice sounded.

Under the 'Glory of Aichi', the divine light shines brightly again.

"I didn't expect that your reserved light would be this."

Words fly.

There was a slight hint of weirdness in Kitagawa Sora's voice.

So, like really attracts like~
The same 'Glory of Aichi', the same 'rotating' road, the same serious face of the iceberg.

Ah, Tezuka Kunimitsu~
Ah, Borg~
(The only backbone of the Black Heart Brewery·Hard-working and hard-working·Traitor Hunter·Kurosawa Formation·GIN·Gin, friendly appearance, voice actor participation~)

Well, different head shapes, face shapes and hairstyles~
In the left half, although there was something slightly wrong with Kitagawa Sora's appraising eyes, Borg did not look into it in detail.

Because another question from Kitagawa Sora came.

"This feeling……"

"Have you set foot in this realm before~"

Although there was half doubt, but more of it was affirmation. This was not the first time Kitagawa Sora had seen the light of reserve, and the corresponding feeling could not be deceived.

Then, Borg responded and gave the answer.

"Well, that's right."

"It's just regaining the previous strength!"

Not only the power, not only the 'radiance of love', but also the purity of tennis.

bass!
In the condensed gaze, there is the ending of the conversation and the renewed confrontation.

So say~
No matter what, it's still...

Want to win!
brush~
"Up!"

In the roaring wind, Borg threw the ball and jumped, swinging hard in the shining light.

The power of the whole body was mobilized, and the ultimate vortex power began to surge.

That ultimate will also blesses the ball.

Bang!
boom!
huh~
Under the flying light, the flames of fighting were burning brightly again.

And watching this scene, Sora Kitagawa in the right half also stepped forward to meet the ball without hesitation.

He accepted this invitation to fight!

But~
"You can't defeat me just with this 'brilliance of Aichi'!"

"Borg!"

"Ah~ drink!!!"

Swah——

Call ~
The violent tennis racket, the howling wind, and the long roar.

Amid the terrifying energy fluctuations, the 'Awesome God of Death' standing in the void, carrying monstrous flames, rushed straight towards Borg.

And correspondingly.

On the left half of the field, under the reserved light, Borg showed no signs of wavering and returned to a state of calm expression.

In the blazing fire of fighting spirit, he jumped up and moved with excitement.

Bang!
boom!
peng!

Boom!
Boom~
Amidst a series of screams, there were roars and explosions, and explosions were heard everywhere.

The raging wind, the rushing air waves, the flying dust, the diffuse smoke, everything is intertwined in the confrontation between Kitagawa Sora and Borg.

'Aichi's Glory', the ultimate in the power of the Borg's resurrected vortex.

In the state of 'Awesome Death', Sora Kitagawa was also acting recklessly.

Finally, the referee's voice sounded.

It gave a response to the countless German tennis players in the stands, with their ups and downs, beating hearts, and crazy shouts.

"Score works."

"15-30."

"30-30."

"30-40."

The score jumped back and forth, and Sora Kitagawa, who was approaching the final penalty kick, made the crowd in the stands almost die.

Jumping repeatedly on the edge of death, doing sit-ups in the coffin, walking on the edge of the cliff...

It's them.

……

on the tennis court.

"Huh~"

"Hooha~hooha~"

Breathing, it was Borg who was concentrating.

Staring at Kitagawa Sora on the opposite side, he held the mustard yellow ball tightly in his hand and looked at the score on the scoreboard. Borg did not kick off the ball immediately.

Although relying on the power of 'Glory of Love' to regain two points, the situation of the game is still not optimistic.

30-40, Sora Kitagawa was approaching the final match point.

If this shot wins, it will be Sora Kitagawa who wins the game and he will lose.

But actually.

Borg knew that if the ball continued to hit like he just did...

Kitagawa Sora will definitely win this goal, and the 'Glory of Love' defense can no longer stop him.

Although it was just a hunch, Borg knew it was true.

and so!
"call!"

"You can't stop it just by relying on the 'radiance of love'!"

He spoke in a deep voice and whispered with focused eyes.

Kitagawa Sora had said this before, and he had expected it.

Therefore!

"Then try it!"

bass!
A ray of shock flashed in Ziboge's eyes.

The final push is now!

brush~
A small mustard-yellow ball rose into the sky in front of everyone's attention.

Call ~
Swah——

The wind roared and screamed.

"Borg!"

"Borg..."

Amidst the cheers of the crowd in the stands, there were complicated expressions.

But on the right half of the field, Kitagawa Sora did not relax, but...

bass!
"It's coming!"

"Final power!"

Kitagawa Sora, with scorching eyes, stared at the opposite side.

The pair of Mangekyō Sharingan eyes, shimmering with scarlet light, witnessed and sensed everything about Borg.

The fluctuation of energy, the gradual rise of the storm, the first appearance of brilliance, and the intertwining and blending of those two different forces...

bass!
After staring quietly, the corners of Beichuan Kong's mouth slightly curled up.

In addition to the excitement and enthusiasm, more emotions emerged.

"As expected~"

"Fate is so unpredictable~"

"But~"

"Good come!"

bass!
There was a ray of shock, his eyes were focused, and his breath was concentrated.

With blazing eyes, Kitagawa Sora was waiting for Borg's arrival.

Borg's last try, his final push.

——Ability resonance!
——The baptism of the spiral·the light of reserve!

——Time Loop·The Glory of Aichi!

hum~
Boom~
Amidst the buzzing, under the wanton and raging energy storm, the intertwining of 'the power of time' and the reserved brilliance has already begun.

The terrifying and mysterious monstrous aura was already pressing towards Beichuan Kong, and in a strange way, it wanted to swallow him completely.

That's right, at this moment, Kitagawa Sora sensed the wonder of the trajectory of fate.

Without seeing Tezuka, Borg still embarked on the path of 'one person's ability to resonate'.

Although I don’t know if it was a flash of inspiration, I still had an idea for it.

Although if the original plot is followed, Borg's "Single Ability Resonance" will be "Baptism of the Whirlpool" and "Supreme Comprehension", forming the final "Infinite Tornado".

Now, however, it is 'Spiral of Baptism' and 'Glory of Aichi' that resonate.

Although it is only the first attempt, and there are only preliminary signs of mastery.

but!

Nothing can change the wonder of fate.

A person's ability resonates with Borg's path and the future of tennis.

"That's great, Borg~"

Boom!
boom!
Boom! !
Boom! ! !
Amidst a series of explosions, there was a stream of light ball shining with strange brilliance, flying towards Beichuan.

Borg's final violent drinking also followed.

"Ability Resonance——"

"Infinite loop!"

Boom~
Witnessing everything, sensing everything.

Look up and look straight.

There is still that familiar smile and arc. In the excitement and heat, Kitagawa Sora is also staring and moving, starting to beat and wave.

At the same time, there was loud shouting and explosion.

"Pretty good power!"

"but……"

"It's still not enough!"

"Borg, this game is over!!"

"same……"

"I'm looking forward to your future!!!"

The last glory shines at this moment.

boom!
Swah——

"Mysteries—"

"Slay God!!!"

……

(End of this chapter)