Net King: My Black Basket Template

Chapter 17 Battle against Itake Fukaji
  "The game is over, Yuuki Satoru wins, the score is 6-0."

Off the court, the freshmen who had finished the competition were holding their hands on their knees, sweating profusely and panting.

"You can't even get a single point. The minister is really strong."

In this game, he was convinced that he lost.

"That's natural, Yuki is different from us."

The old student next to him nodded in agreement.

He looked at Yuki Satoru, who was filling in the scores near the referee's chair, with a little longing in his eyes.

It's really strong...

On the other side.

"The game is over, Ibu Fukaji wins, the score is 6-0!"

Soon after, Itake Fukaji, who was in the same group, also ended the game and has now won five games.

Today he showed his sharpness and ended every game very quickly without mercy. Even the second-year players could not score points in his hands.

It makes people call it cruel.

After winning five games, Itake Fukaji had already qualified for the main selection of the No. 1 group in advance, but he did not relax at all. Instead, he looked cold and prepared.

Because his opponent in the next game is none other than Yuuki Satoru.

"Pro or con?"

"just."

Ibu Fukaji's face remained expressionless, and it was impossible to tell what was in his heart. Only his slightly sweaty palms revealed his thoughts.

Yuuki Satoru chuckled, and with a little force on his fingertips, the racket stood on the ground and started spinning.

Hua Hua Hua.

As the rotation speed gradually slowed down, the racket became wobbly and then slowly fell over.

pat!

Glancing at the racket on the ground, Itake Fukaji silently retreated to the baseline without saying a word.

Seeing him act like this, Yuki Satoru understood his determination: "In that case, then you should take a good look at the real world."

"The game begins, and one set determines the outcome."

"Itake Fukaji serves."

Members who have a bye sit on the referee's chair and act as temporary referees.

Pah. Pah. Pah.
  Fukaji Itake patted the tennis ball lightly.

In the tennis club, Kamio Akira is extremely fast, Ishida Tetsu's strength cannot be ignored, Uchimura Kyosuke is good at net volleys, Sakurai Masaya is good at strong topspin, and Mori Tatsutori has solid basic skills.

They are both very capable, but if they meet on the field, Itake Fukaji will be fully confident in winning the final victory.

But there was only Yuki Satoru in front of me
  He just stood there, but it felt like he was looking into a bottomless pool, so quiet that it was terrifying.

Will I lose? !
  Snapped!
  The bouncing tennis ball was caught by Itake Shinji, and his eyes flashed.

Before the game even started, I felt like my defeat was certain. This was the first time ever.

He took a deep breath and looked extremely solemn.

I have never lost before, and I will never lose in the future!
  boom!
  With a crisp sound, the tennis ball hit the ground, but it did not bounce up immediately, but instead spun violently.

"What kind of serve is this?!"

The members who were watching the game on the sidelines were suddenly surprised and confused.

For most people, it is very likely that they will never be able to perform tricks as high as the side spin serve.

"The change in the ball path of the serve is good, but the speed is too slow."

Before the tennis ball bounced, Yuki Satoru was already at the landing point, swinging the racket with his right hand as fast as lightning.

The way he commented on Ibu Fukasuke at this time was just like Fuji Shusuke half a year ago.

At that moment, at this moment.

This is the perspective of a person standing on the mountain looking at the climbers still at the foot of the mountain.

It's just that compared to Fuji Shusuke at that time, Yuki Satoru is now standing on a higher mountain.

Of course, there are more mountains in this world waiting for him to climb, and he cannot afford to slack off.

Bang!
  A sharp yellow stream of light pierced the air, spinning violently and exuding a dangerous aura.

wow~
  The tennis ball hit the green barbed wire fence behind Itake Fukaji, causing a shock.

"0-15!"

Yuki Satoru was the first to break serve. He had no intention of holding back and launched his attack mercilessly from the beginning.

"So fast!"

Itake Shinji's pupils shrank. Even though he was prepared, he still couldn't help but exclaimed when he saw such a return of serve. However, this speed can still be dealt with.

Itake Fukaji subconsciously lifted up his dark blue hair that fell down.

The tennis ball leaves the hand.

boom!
  The tennis ball bounced out and served again with side spin, but compared to the previous one, the speed this time was at least 30% faster!

"What about this? Can you still fight back like you just did?"

Looking at Yuuki Satoru who was still at the bottom line, a smile flashed across Itake Fuka's expressionless face.

But the next moment, this smile was completely frozen.

Bang!
  A sharp light flashed, and a wisp of light smoke was stirred up after touching the ground. The speed was extremely fast.

After the tennis ball hit the barbed wire fence, it rolled from the ground to Itake Fukaji's feet.

"0-30!"

Yuuki Satoru reported the score indifferently, and then walked to the other side to prepare for the next serve.

"Come on, continue."

boom!
  The tennis ball flew out.

This time Itake Fukaji gave up the side spin serve that won by changes, and chose the faster flat shot to serve.

But obviously Yuki Satoru is faster, as fast as lightning.

Bang!
  The racket flashed.

The tennis ball turned into a yellow afterimage and passed across the court. Even other members outside the court could not see clearly what the tennis ball looked like.

"0-40!"

boom!
  Bang!
  "Game, Yuuki Satoru, score 1-0."

"The minister is so strong!"

The members on the sidelines exclaimed, and even the second-year senior members of the tennis club were extremely shocked.

When Yuuki Satoru competed with them, he had never attacked so fiercely.

Junior Yiwu, can you hold on?

They couldn't help but start to worry.

But Itake Fukaji has not yet recovered from the game just now.

Although he was just serving and had not even started fighting yet, sweat kept oozing out of his pores just by facing the pressure.

"The next step is to focus or you won't even see the ball."

After the scene changed, Yuuki Satoru suddenly spoke.

Ibu Fukaji's heart trembled, and his nerves suddenly became tense, and he concentrated on Yuuki Satoru's movements.

Swish!
  Yuuki Satoru gently threw the tennis ball up. When it reached the highest point, he jumped into the sky, stretching his body like a bow.

A trace of invisible blue arc flashed and jumped between the strings.

Thunder Trio.
  Remaining music·Lightning!

The moment the racket made contact with the tennis ball, there was a crisp sound like an electric shock.

Clap!

I saw a flash of white light on the court.

But Itake Fukaji couldn't catch the shadow of tennis at all.

"Can't see! How can-"

Just as he exclaimed, a white light suddenly flew past his cheek.

Danger!

Just as his body was about to move, a serious warning came from deep in his heart, and suddenly his whole body seemed to be nailed to the spot, unable to move a step.

puff!

At this time, there was a muffled sound from the barbed wire fence surrounding the stadium behind him, and a squeezed gap suddenly appeared, and the green leather wrapping the wire was also pitch black.

"15-0!"

The member who acted as a temporary referee had long been unable to see the game clearly, so Yuki Satoru calmly reported the score.

Itake Fukaji turned his neck stiffly and looked back at the scorched black area on the barbed wire fence.

"What's this?!"

At that moment, he seemed to have experienced the great terror between life and death. The hairs all over his body exploded and goosebumps formed.

　Chapter One

　　
  　
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