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The voice fell.

In an instant.

Oni Jujiro, Mori Jusaburo, Yamato Yuta, and Nakagawa Naoichi were all stunned.

Let's not talk about whether this is a bit of bullying.

This scene alone is definitely partiality and corruption.

However.

Mifune Nyudo seemed to be completely unaware of the gazes of the four people.

[Eagle-like gaze, unyielding temperament, facing the eagle instead of running away and treating it as food...]

[What a good group of seedlings! ]

There is no doubt.

At this moment, he actually wanted to see what level the people of Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School had reached.

After all, the eagle cannot be resurrected, and it is dead, and the result cannot be changed in the end.

Moreover, how could he, who has been upright for half his life, let the rest of his life be stained with partiality and corruption?

"Okay."

"I just hope you will admit it when the time comes."

Beichuan did not hesitate too much about Mifune Nyudo's request. He grinned and agreed quite readily.

To be honest.

Beichuan was originally thinking about playing a game at the end of this training.

See how much everyone in Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School has grown.

Free labor was delivered to him.

How could he not accept it?

"Yukimura, Sanada..."

"Is this junior a little bit mentally ill?"

"Did you see that rugged red-haired tall guy?"

"That's the hell goalkeeper of the No. 5 court of the Neon U-17 training camp. It is said that he has the strength to lift a ton of rock. He is a super-powerful player who can smash the opponent's wrist with one hit."

"The gangster with glasses on the right is called the tennis robot that shocks the world and tears the gods. It is rumored to be the enemy of Oni Jujiro! He has very strong ball control and can hit the corner more than 300 times in a game."

"You should also know the one on the left, the former president of the Seigakuen tennis club, Yamato Yuta. Although he has not recovered from his injury, his magical skills are quite terrifying. In addition, it seems that he will stop playing tennis completely in a while."

Although Maori Jusaburo did not understand Kitagawa's behavior.

But he still conveyed the effective information in a short time based on the idea that he was once a member of the tennis club of Rikkai University Affiliated Junior High School.

"Mori!"

Looking at his own players passing information to the opponent, Mifune Nyudo snorted coldly.

His eyes flashed with danger.

In an instant.

Mori Jusaburo was like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

He returned to the other side obediently.

"Abei, you lost."

"From now on, it's all written off!"

When Kitagawa turned around, Kirihara Akaya said happily.

He even thought that from the beginning to the end, whether it was the eagle or the old man, they were all arranged by Kitagawa.

"This is not my job."

"Also, everyone ate the eagle meat."

"So we are accomplices."

"If anyone loses the game next."

"Then... hehe..."

"As for the arrangement of the outbound personnel this time, I'll trouble Senior Renji."

Kitagawa stretched out his hand and flicked Kirihara Akaya's head directly between his eyebrows.

Then he said to everyone in a serious tone.

"The opponents are all high school players from the Neon U-17 training camp."

"Although it is said that Senior Maori will most likely let us win."

"But if we want to win all the games, it mainly depends on Senior Oni Jujiro and Senior Nakagawa Naikaomichi."

After hearing this, he nodded.

Yanagi Renji began to analyze quickly.

"Not necessarily."

"Although Senior Maori will say that because of the friendship between alumni, he is not like that in tennis."

"As for Senior Yamato Yuta, he will surely go all out, and the opponent is a skilled player. Even if he has an old injury, his strength is not expected to be much weaker."

After a moment of hesitation.

Sanada Genichirō said seriously.

"Kitagawa, I'll leave Senior Onijushiro to you."

"Yukimura, I'll leave Senior Nakagawa Naoichi to you."

"Sanada, you'll handle Senior Mori."

"As for Senior Yamato Yuta, I'll do it."

Yanagi Renji looked at the group of people not far away, frowned slightly and made arrangements.

After that.

"Eh?"

"What about me?"

Kirihara Akaya, the big cat, came back to his senses at this time, and asked with a rather cute tilt of his head.

"You go against Head Coach Mifune."

"You're the trump card of Rikkai University~"

Niou Masaharu tried hard to hold back his laughter and pointed out a 'bright way' to Kirihara Akaya.

"If that's the case.""Then there's nothing we can do."

"But I'm worried that the old man might try to scam me."

Hearing what the other party said, Kirihara Akaya almost floated up.

Although he muttered a few words.

But this guy immediately took the racket and walked towards Mifune Nyudo.

"Old man, senior."

"I'll fight you!"

As soon as these words fell.

The whole audience was dumbfounded.

Then there were bursts of suppressed laughter.

"......"

Looking at Kirihara Akaya, who looked defiant and confident, Mifune Nyudo really felt numb.

Isn't this bullying the old man?

Once upon a time, he was the one bullying the kid.

Now it's retribution in this life.

"I give up."

Mifune Nyudo didn't even raise his eyelids.

Just snorted coldly.

He really suspected that he was a fool who didn't listen to him at all.

Too lazy to waste time with the other party, he interrupted the spell directly.

"Kirihara, come back!"

Sanada Genichirō raised his hand to cover his face, with an expression of disdain, and shouted at the first moment.

After a while.

Both the culprit and the victim were punished with an iron fist.

"Hehe..."

"Coach Mifune, I'll go first."

He smiled awkwardly.

Mori Jusaburo took the initiative to ask Mifune Nyudo to take the lead.

"If you dare to let me go, you'll be prepared to stay here."

Just when he was about to take a sip of wine, he thought of Mifune Nyudo who had long passed away, gritted his teeth, and threatened in a deep voice.

"Hey..."

"Little brothers, I can't protect myself either~"

In self-pity.

Mori Jusaburo walked to the side of the simple tennis court next to him.

At the same time.

Sanada Genichirō also walked out of the crowd.

At this moment, his eyes were flashing with excited fighting spirit.

There are expectations for their own growth, and there are also expectations for Maori Juzaburo.

After a while.

The two looked at each other across the net.

"Really high-spirited~"

Looking at Sanada Genichirō on the opposite side, Maori Juzaburo couldn't help but sigh.

But a similar light flashed in his eyes.

"Isn't it the same for Maori-senpai?"

After adjusting his baseball cap, Sanada Genichirō asked back with a burning look.

"Because I can witness the flapping of the wings of a young bird~"