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Chapter 227 National Finals, Atobe vs. Tezuka (1 update)

The next day.

The weather is clear and clear.

A large number of spectators gathered early around the Tokyo Metropolitan Arena.

This included representatives from each school.

Representatives from Rikkai University, Tentenhoji Temple, and Fudomine wearing the uniforms of each school, led by their own ministers, walked through the passage and entered the venue.

And at this time.

The stadium, which can accommodate 2 people, was already packed to capacity.

"Is this the size of a final?"

Across the aisle, Tennis Monthly's Zhi looked shocked.

"Exaggerated, right?"

Inoue next to him smiled and said: "Indeed, if this is the first time you come into contact with a tennis match, it would be hard to imagine that there can be so many spectators now with only a duel of up to four people per match."

Actually.

When Inoue was in the United States, he accidentally entered a tournament and was also shocked.

The reason why he was deeply impressed was because one of the players in that match was the later tennis samurai, Echizen Nanjiro!

It was that game that made Inoue a die-hard fan of Nanjiro, and he remains so to this day.

"correct."

Thinking of this, Inoue suddenly looked around and said curiously: "I wonder if Mr. Nanjiro came to watch this game!"

"That pervert?"

Zhi was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

Yes.

This final should be the closest ever to a national championship for Qingxue. Moreover, among the players who appeared, there was also Nanjiro's son, the super rookie of Seigaku.

Logically speaking, that person will definitely come.

However, the two of them looked around, but did not find that familiar figure.

at the same time.

Arena's perimeter.

As the last spectator enters the venue, the staff prepares to close the aisle door.

"and many more!"

At this time, a middle-aged man wearing black monk robes and sunglasses hurried over.

"Huh, I finally caught up."

The man, Nanjiro, breathed a sigh of relief. After the staff opened the door, he walked in.

"Wait a minute, there's me too!"

However, just as he entered, a person walked over quickly.

"Ok?"

Nanjiro, who felt a large shadow appear in front of him, frowned subconsciously and turned his head to look over.

"Hello."

Behind him, a middle-aged man who was obviously over 2 meters tall, also wearing sunglasses and a white coat, greeted him with a smile.

"Mud Howl."

Nanjiro changed his tone on purpose.

"Foreigner?"

The person who came was none other than U17's spiritual strengthening coach, Saito Toru. He looked at the man in front of him in surprise: "Are you still a foreign monk?"

Subsequently.

He nodded towards the other party.

The two of them climbed up the stairs in tacit understanding, walked through the passage and entered one side of the stand. We happened to come to where the Tennis Monthly reporters, Inoue and Shiba, were standing.

"Ok?"

Feeling someone appear behind her, Zhi turned around instinctively. When she saw the familiar figure, she couldn't help but said in surprise: "Nan pervert? You are really here!"

"Mr. Nanjiro?"

Inoue nodded excitedly, then smiled and said, "You are indeed here to watch Ryoma's game!"

"Wobu Kaki Kusujiro."

Nanjiro deliberately disguised his tone.

However, Saito next to him had already seen through his disguise, and a gleam flashed in his eyes: 'Echizen Nanjiro? That legendary tennis player? '

He didn't expect that.

I haven't even watched the finals of the national competition for junior high school students, but I got such an unexpected bonus.

"Who is this?"

At this time, Zhi asked curiously.

"You can just call me Saito."

Saito smiled, he didn't use a fake name to lie. But he did not reveal his identity.

"Hello."

Inoue and Shiba nodded politely.

"Now, the finals of this national competition are about to begin."

"Hyotei Academy from Tokyo and Seishen Academy from Tokyo are invited to appear!"

At this time.

The radio sounded.

At the east and west passages, under the leadership of Sakaki Taro and Ryuzaki, two teams, one gray and one blue, appeared respectively.

"finally come!"

Seeing these two teams, Inoue solemnly said: "The only one who can prevent Hyokui from winning the championship is Aigaku."

"Yes."

Shiba Saori nodded repeatedly.

Although the two teams have played against each other twice since the beginning of the Dudu Tournament, both ended in Qingxue's defeat.

but.

At this point, nationwide, if there is anyone who can stop Hyokui from winning the championship, it is only Seigaku.

Facing a powerful opponent, despite being at a disadvantage, they still resolutely pulled out the sword in their hands and fought to the death with the opponent!

"The champion of the junior high school national competition?"

next to.

Saito, who was observing the players on both sides, secretly shook his head and laughed after hearing the conversation between the two.

But he didn't show it.

After all, the two sides are at different levels, and the world they see is also different.

but.

What surprised Saito was that this legendary tennis player pretending to be an ordinary person also showed interest.

"The reporter just said that there seems to be someone related to Nanjiro participating in the competition. Um, is he his son?"

Think of this.

Saito couldn't help but a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.

"Please advise!"

In front of the net.

The ministers of both sides led the players and bowed to each other, showing pre-match etiquette. Subsequently.

Atobe and Tezuka shook hands, and the two top players from each team touched each other's eyes.

Crack!

All of a sudden.

It's like being excited by electric light.

A depressing atmosphere suddenly filled the court.

"Tezuka!"

Atobe looked at the other person with a confident smile on his face: "I'm very curious about where you will play next."

"You'll know this later."

Tezuka looked calm.

That cold and iceberg-like expression, rather than his majestic temperament, made Atobe feel a little uncomfortable.

He can feel it.

The other person is similar to him and is also an excellent leader.

but.

Just like the poles of a magnet.

When two people with similar personal auras and strong enough power are too close to each other, they will have a strong repulsive force.

Let go.

Tezuka gave Atobe a sharp look as well.

Because he also felt the substantial pressure from his opponent.

"Are these the ministers from both sides?"

in the audience.

Representatives from Saint Rudolph, Yamabuki, Rokkaku and other schools looked at the two people looking at each other with awe in their eyes.

In a sense.

The two people in front of them can definitely be called the strongest ministers in the country.

"pity."

At this time, Saeki in Rokkaku said with emotion: "Tezuka will definitely appear in singles 1, and Atobe's position will probably be arranged in singles 2."

The so-called king versus king, versus general.

But this game is likely to disappoint everyone. Because the two people in front of me may not appear in the same game.

"Now, the singles 3 match is about to begin."

When the players from both sides retreated and entered their respective rest areas, the broadcast sounded again:

"Hyotei Academy Atobe Keigo, vs. Youth Academy Tezuka Kunimitsu. Please get ready!"

Wow!

As soon as this statement came out, the whole place was in an uproar.

Everyone's eyes widened and they stared in disbelief at the two men on both sides, who were holding rackets and standing tall.

tread!

tread!

As the two entered the court.

The members of Qingxue and Hyokui shouted their respective slogans one after another.

But it was obvious that the more numerous Ice King had the upper hand.

only.

However, Atobe did not throw out his clothes or make a handsome finger snapping action at this time like usual.

He walked into the court with a serious expression, his eyes locked on Tezuka. And the other party's eyes also fell on him.

The two team leaders felt that each other was their strong rival.

As the two men's breaths clashed, a strong smell of gunpowder filled the court before the game even started.

"Game start."

After a while.

The two completed the guessing of the right to serve and each retreated to the baseline position. After confirming their status, the referee nodded and said:

"Hyotei Aibe serves, the game is over!"

"I didn't expect that it would be a duel between these two people from the beginning!"

In the stands.

Shiba Saori clasped his hands tightly, his face full of excitement.

"Yes."

Inoue also nodded heavily: "It can be seen that Hyotei and Seigaku want to be the first to win the game and boost their morale!"

"Inoue-senpai."

After taking a photo of Aitobe playing tennis, Shiba Saori turned his head and asked curiously: "Who do you think can win between the two of them?"

"It's hard to say."

Inoue shook his head and said: "Both of them are very strong, and their styles look very similar. It is difficult to determine the outcome. The only thing that is certain is that the intensity of this game will definitely exceed that of Hyotei and Shitenhoji in singles 3." field!"

It's also a two-part battle.

But the duel between these two people is bound to be even more exciting!

"Is it that exaggerated?"

next to.

Seeing the excited and excited expressions of the two, Saito shook his head secretly. After all, it's just a competition for junior high school students.

For him who has been managing, arranging, and even leading high school students on overseas expeditions, this level is too low.

Not to mention the game in front of me.

Even if it was won by Yuezhi, the championship of the high school national competition was not worth mentioning in his opinion.

After turning his thoughts around, Saito's eyes fell on the court. He took out a tennis ball and patted Atobe lightly: "After all, in the competition of junior high school students, no matter how good it is, how can it be better?"

call!

And this time.

Atobe grabbed the tennis ball and threw it high.

Then, he leaned back as far as possible, and his body took on the shape of an arch. The racket is completely lowered, making it 90 degrees to the ground.

Uh-huh! Swish, swish, swish! ! !

at the same time.

Colorful rays of light continued to flow in Atobu's eyes.

"Tannhäuser."

Swish!

Suddenly.

When he saw clearly that the tennis ball had reached the optimal position, Atobe's eyes flashed, and his whole body seemed to be like a spring compressed to the extreme, swinging the racket and hitting the tennis ball quickly.

"Serve!!!"

Bang!

There was a crisp sound.

The tennis ball flew out like an arrow from the string.

In the blink of an eye, it had crossed the top of the blocking net, shifted downwards significantly, and accurately hit the service line.

"interesting."

Seeing the tricky landing point of this serve, Saito was quite surprised and said: "This level, even if it is placed in the second army lineup, is enough to enter the No. 5 court. But, is that just what?!"

Chi Chi

Who knows.

The tennis ball that landed on the ground bounced up irregularly and slid out quickly close to the ground.

"How, how is it possible!"

Saito locked his eyes on Atobe and said in disbelief: "This is actually a serve made by a junior high school student?!"

(End of this chapter)