Net King: My Black Basket Template

Chapter 18 Beyond the Limit, Shinji

Faced with Itake Shinji's question, Yuuki Satoru did not answer.

Just throw up the tennis ball in your hand again.

The racket flashed, and the speed of the swing was so fast that the naked eye could not catch it.

Bang!
  Another burst of white light flashed on the court, and at the same time, a muffled sound appeared behind Itake Fukaji, but he still couldn't take a step forward.

"30-0!"

Bang!
  Bang!
  Yuki Satoru continued to serve two goals in a row and successfully won the serve.

"Game, Yuuki Satoru, score 2-0."

The game continues.

But it's not appropriate to call it a competition. This is simply a one-sided ravage.

When Ibu Fukaji serves, Yuki Satoru returns the ball with a half-volley faster than his serve.

But when Yuki Satoru served, Ibu Fukaji couldn't even see the shadow of the ball, and couldn't even move his body.

This cruel sight made the people watching the game almost unable to stand it anymore. Some people looked at Itake Fukaji worriedly and silently encouraged him in their hearts.

While Yuki Satoru was competing, he also paid attention to Ibu Shinji's situation.

Although he didn't use all his strength, his attack was by no means light.

After all, he had made up his mind from the beginning to let Fuka Ibu experience the cruel side of the national competition in advance.

The strong dare to show their swords to the stronger!
  Anyone who aims to become a professional tennis player knows that facing strong opponents is an indispensable part of their journey forward.

Hooded Atobe went to Tatekai University alone, constantly enduring the indiscriminate bombardment of Sanada Fuulin Volcano.

Just to break through the limits, hoping that I can take another step forward on the national level.

In order to test the gap between himself and national-level players, Fuji also found Tachibana Jippei.

After witnessing with my own eyes the scene where the triple counterattack was defeated by Ping A, I have since transcended the limitations of the triple counterattack framework.

Even Yujo Satoru himself encountered a level where he could not awaken his wild nature for a long time half a year ago.

It wasn't until he saw Fuji's game that he felt something in his heart, and then he immediately challenged Fuji Shusuke, who was far more powerful than him at the time.

Cross the limits in your heart and awaken your own wildness.

Only then did he successfully fight back Feiyan and return to the nest, thus entering the Kanto-level realm.

Strong men are not afraid of the strength of their opponents. They dare to face strong enemies with their heads held high and draw their swords!

That’s the ticket you need to get to the national level.

And many have already given their responses.

Now it's your turn, Ibu Fukaji, do you dare to show your fangs to me? !
  Bang!
  Yuki Satoru swung suddenly, and the tennis ball was dented instantly, and then exploded with amazing speed, coming from Ibu Fukaji's feet.

"Game, Yuki Satoru, score 5-0!"

In the last game, Yuuki Satoru served.

"Huhu. That kind of serve is coming again."

Ibu Fukaji was breathing heavily, his heart was trembling, Yuki Satoru's fierce attack brought him unimaginable pressure.

This one-sided game completely shattered some of the small complacency he had gained from past games.

Facing a real master, his strength is simply vulnerable.

Bang!
  There was another flash of white light, and a raging electric light passed through the court, and Ibu Fukaji could only watch the ball fly by.

"will die!"

Ibu Fukaji's scalp felt cold, and the terrifying aura he felt made him dare not take a step.

It seemed that if he moved, a hungry tiger would bite his throat out.

wow-

It wasn't until the tennis ball hit the barbed wire fence that Ibu Shenji breathed a sigh of relief and was temporarily freed from Yuki Satoru's intimidation.

"15-0!"

"Are you scared?"

Yuki Satoru suddenly shouted.

Bang!
  There was a muffled thunder on the court, and the tennis ball roared towards Ibu Fukaji.

The roaring tennis ball came in an instant, and this time Ibu Shinji could see the shadow of the tennis ball.

But he still couldn't break through the awe of this momentum, and stayed in place, Yuuki Satoru's question rang in his mind.

Am I scared? !

As if realizing his weakness for the first time, a huge sense of humiliation came from the bottom of his heart.

"30-0!"

"Are you afraid of your own weakness, or are you afraid of my strength?!"

Yuuki Satoru's question sounded again.

And along with his question was another terrifying serve.

Bang!
  The rapidly rotating tennis ball hit the ground, making a harsh friction sound, like the roar of electricity.     Once again withstood the intimidation of Yuuki Satoru, at this time, Ibu Shinji's heart was at war between heaven and man.

"I see the ball this time, move it! Move it!"

He screamed fiercely in his heart, his scarlet gums exposed on his ferocious face.

Wipe
  The right foot was raised.

Despite the intimidation, Itake Fukaji stepped forward decisively, but at this time the tennis ball had also slipped behind him, and it was too late.

"40-0!"

"Yes, that's it. If you have the guts, try to fight back!"

Although Ibu Fukaji only moved one step, Yuki Satoru finally let go of his worries.

"Here comes the ball!"

Bang!
  The tennis ball broke through the air and stirred up the air current. The sound of howling wind sounded in Ibu Fukaji's ears, and the momentum of a beast descending from the mountain also appeared at the right time.

But this time Ibu Fukaji finally took action.

Bend your knees slightly, and when the tennis ball hits the ground, make a quick little jump to activate your body.

And take steps in an instant.

Tread. Tread.
  He finally caught up with the serve, spotted the direction in which the tennis ball would bounce, and suddenly swung the racket out with his right hand.

"I can fight back!"

He yelled through gritted teeth.

Everyone outside the stadium also had their hearts in their throats at this moment, preparing to witness the important moment of Itake Fukaji's first counterattack.

However, the moment the racket came into contact with the tennis ball, a huge force came from the racket and exploded in his hands.

bang——

Ibu Shinji's expression suddenly changed.

pat!

And his racket flew several meters away and fell to the ground.

"Game, Yuuki Satoru, score 6-0."

"The match is over, Yuuki Satoru wins."

Ibu Fukaji stared blankly at the racket on the ground, in a daze.

This was the first time in his life that he had suffered such a disastrous defeat.

He was still doubting himself, but the cheers of the crowd could be heard in his ears.

"Ibu Shinji!
  Itake Shinji!

Itake Shinji! "

He stood up and looked around. Excited faces appeared in front of him. Everyone was cheering for his final fight!
  "I lost"

He was a little confused and opened his mouth, wanting to tell everyone that he lost the fight, not won.

But then Yuuki Satoru came over and patted him on the shoulder.

"Played well."

In the principal's office.

Mizushima Masako looked at the landline phone hesitantly, not yet deciding whether to call his old classmate's number.

But the sudden noise from the tennis court attracted his attention.

He looked at the tennis court not far away through the window and looked at the lively scene on the court. After thinking for a moment, he put down the phone.

"Forget it, let's see how far you can do it first."

Suddenly, he seemed to lose interest and casually threw aside the documents waiting to be processed.

Then he picked up a tennis magazine and lay on the sofa, crossing his legs and reading with interest.

Humming an old-fashioned tune, he marveled at some tennis news from time to time.

When he saw some sexy news about a professional tennis player, he would let out a long sigh, but his eyes would honestly look at it carefully.

It was completely different from the majestic image he had deliberately maintained in the past.

　This is my first real double update day, and it’s worth remembering.

　　While writing this plot, a picture suddenly appeared in my mind.

　　Tezuka and Echizen at the tennis court near the viaduct at sunset.

　　Later, I thought about the inheritance between the Ice Emperor and the Youth Academy Minister in the U17 training camp.

　　Atobe kept giving the ball away, dragging the game into an endless protracted game, hoping that Hiyoshiruo would overcome his shortcomings in protracted play.

　　But Tezuka put Haitang into a goal that could not end the game, inspiring Haitang's fighting spirit.

　　So Yuuki Satoru is the same, but his method is to make Shenji unable to touch the ball except serving, thus inspiring Shenji's courage to face the strong.

　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)