Tennis: In Hyotei, inheriting the miracle generation

He remembered that this monthly tennis magazine was one of the few magazines in Japan that still insisted on reporting on tennis. After all, tennis magazines were really hard to sell these days.

Nowadays, young boys and girls seem to prefer comic books like Jump.

"A world-wide national youth tournament for those aged 17 and under? That's what it is!"

He squinted his eyes until he saw the detailed explanation on the side, and he finally understood the concept of this event!

"This magazine, which has always almost exclusively reported on junior high school events, has turned its reporting direction to the world. This is the first time."

"From the tone of this magazine's report, could this Hinata Rin have a tennis talent nearly on par with Nanjiro?!"

Frowning.

The convenience store owner felt incredible.

Simultaneously.

A distant memory, when he was just a child, he heard adults talking about the name of Nanjiro.

It is said...

What kind of rare talent is this, a legend in the tennis world? !

"Overseas expedition round-robin tournament? Today's match, or the match against the world's second-ranked Swiss team?"

"Wait? Calculating the time, hasn't the fight already started?"

"call--"

"You're bragging so much, I want to see if this Hinata Rin is really capable!"

Putting down the tea with wolfberries in his hand, he stood up and walked to the TV in the convenience store and tuned it to the sports channel.

"..."

"2-0? Or one-on-one? When did our Neon become so strong?"

"12-year-olds suppress 17-year-olds, Japan suppresses Switzerland?"

"What kind of underdog plot is this?"

Watching the game on the court, gradually, this office worker's expression began to become serious, and his mood gradually became excited. At this moment, he finally regained some of the mood he had when watching the game as a child.

......

......

Scenes similar to the one we are seeing now are constantly happening all over Neon.

On the road outside the school gate.

"Hey, Yusuke, have you read the latest issue of Tennis Monthly? Our Japanese tennis players are really amazing these days, and they've even made it overseas."

"Sports magazines? No? Who would read those? Wouldn't it be nice to watch a baseball game in China? I remember the last time my dad watched a tennis match, he almost had a heart attack. If he hadn't been rushed to the hospital in time, the consequences would have been disastrous."

"I'm still young and want to live a few more years. How could I possibly pay attention to anything related to Japanese tennis?"

"Well--"

"It can be seen that your father is a real tough guy. He is still paying attention to tennis matches. However, this is not a professional match. There are no Japanese players in the professional arena nowadays."

"What is that? A domestic competition?"

“It’s the U17W Cup!”

"Get lost! Worlds?! Who would watch something so disgusting? I'm not saying anything bad about you, but have you been too bored lately? How could you pay attention to something that no one cares about?"

"The point is, this time we in Japan really have a genius! I have been following this monthly magazine, and I believe in reporter Inoue Mamoru's judgment. This player named Hinata Rin is definitely very unusual. Maybe there will be surprises."

"Anyway, when I get home later, I will definitely watch the live broadcast from the scene as soon as possible."

Yusuke: "Ah? Dude? Are you serious? Damn it, from now on, I won't submit to anyone but you. Forget about me, I'd rather eat shit than watch any game involving Neon."

"Whatever you want, I'm leaving first."

Watching his companions leaving, Yusuke couldn't help but frown.

Abnormal!

It's so abnormal!

Is it true that their Japanese tennis is really different this year? !

Touching his chin, he unconsciously began to quicken his pace.

In the blink of an eye, he returned home.

"I am back!"

After shouting in response, he ran impatiently to the living room and turned on the TV.

"2-0?!"

"What the hell? A glowing tennis ball? A tennis player with that kind of powerful posture is actually from our Neon?"

"Holy crap? The audience is so quiet!"

"We in Japan actually silenced the European audience? Didn't tennis originate in Europe? This feeling... is so cool! Hinata Rin? Love it, from now on I will be Hinata Rin's number one fan!"

......

......

On the other side, the Western Hemisphere.

Switzerland.

The scene of the expedition race.

After a short break, Hinata Rin returned to the court and took her position.

Even though he had a huge advantage in breaking and holding serve, there was still no sign of slackness on his face as he stared closely at his opponent's every move.

"Swish--"

Sudden.

Amadeus tightened his core and bent his legs slightly.

Just when the audience thought that a new game was about to begin, Amadeus suddenly stopped his core.

After a gap of 0.1S.

He swung the racket violently, and the speed was so fast that it even left afterimages in the air.

"boom--"

"..."

"Ok?"

Hinata Rin was slightly stunned and a little dumbfounded.

other side.

Just like that, right under his nose, he diverted his attention?

This kind of stealing...

It actually came from a world-class player? !

but...

To be honest, this time the dislocation really fooled him!

Although the process was a bit despicable, the despicable style of play is more threatening!

but...

The ACE situation is almost impossible to occur in a confrontation of the same level!

Even though Hinata Rin's consciousness was misplaced, she still managed to catch the tennis ball while chasing from behind!

"Oh!"

"boom--"

The red light of the Emperor's Eye lit up.

With the SSS technique, Hinata Rin looked at Amadeus's racket.

Fighting back in kind has always been his style.

Since Amadeus had put him in a trapped situation in the previous round, he would use the same means to put his opponent in the same situation.

"boom--"

Amadeus held the tennis ball and felt something strange on his wrist. He immediately understood Hinata Rin's intention!

At this time, the power suppresses him.

other side......

You actually want to paralyze his wrist? !

"Ah..."

"After two rounds of victory, you've begun to lose track of your own strength, Hinata Rin!"

With a scolding, Amadeus pulled the tennis ball back violently.

Affect your opponent's ball feel!

This is a tactical arrangement that can only be made if one's own speed far exceeds that of the opponent.

Can......

Whether in terms of nerve reaction or foot speed, Amadeus is far superior to Hinata Rin. Isn't this the other party overestimating his own abilities?

however!

Just as he was speaking, Hinata Rin's figure disappeared again in the empty stadium at some point.

next second.

"boom--"

The racket flew out of his hand, and Amadeus' arm lost all feeling and hung to one side as if it was dislocated.

"You just stand there for the next round."

An indifferent voice followed, and Hinata Rin's ghostly figure reappeared.

"Hinata Rin scores, 15-0!"

The referee announced the score and looked at Hinata Rin with some doubt. Why was that guy like a ghost? He was elusive on the court?

and.

Amadeus actually failed to defend that ball just now?

The referee swallowed his saliva and saw that Amadeus had not taken his position in the backcourt for a long time, so he could not help but remind him: "Ahem... Swiss player, please take your position as soon as possible."

"..."

With a stiff expression, Amadeus seemed oblivious to the referee's reminder. His left arm had now been completely blocked by the opponent. Position?!

If he were to get into position at this time, he wouldn't be able to serve any ball.

It was just as Hinata Rin said.

The best choice for him now is to stand where he is and give himself time to recover.