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At Kitagawa's house.

After the Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School had eaten and drunk their fill.

Butler Kamiya Keiichi also arranged for bodyguards to send them home one by one.

However.

Only Sanada Genichirō stayed.

"Sanada-senpai."

"This is already the tenth night."

On the indoor tennis court of the villa.

Kitagawa looked at Sanada Genichirō opposite with a smile, and after a little thought, he said softly.

"Yeah."

"I know."

"I feel it's just a little bit off!"

Although it's 88,000 US dollars a night, now 10 nights is 880,000 US dollars.

But Sanada Genichirō is more concerned about whether he can seize the opportunity to fight against mental tennis.

As for the huge debt.

He has already thought about it.

That is to 'sell himself' to the HERO Tennis Club.

"Is that so?"

"Then, Sanada-senpai, be careful."

At the same time.

A strange feeling of déjà vu rose up in Kitagawa's body.

Just like the divine power is like a prison, and the divine grace is like the sea.

Then.

This strangeness turned into ripples and spread in all directions.

I don't know when.

"Five senses sink into the abyss!"

A slightly childish voice sounded.

Then.

Ding!

Accompanied by the sound of a drop of water falling into the lake.

In an instant, Genichirō Sanada appeared in a new place.

The endless ocean.

It was extremely quiet, without a single ripple.

This is a skill that Kitagawa specially combined his mental power ball skill of sinking into the abyss with Yukimura Seiichi's five senses of destruction.

It is also a special training move for mental power tennis.

Safe and efficient, without side effects.

As for Genichirō Sanada, it can be said that he has come here countless times.

The next moment.

"Vision..."

Accompanied by a murmur without any emotion.

Sanada Genichirō's vision disappeared directly.

In its place was an endless void of darkness.

"Touch..."

Then.

Another familiar voice came.

After this time, Sanada Genichirō seemed to be out of his body.

He had no physical feeling at all.

Even his heartbeat and breathing.

"Hearing..."

Before he had time to feel more.

His hearing also disappeared at this moment.

At this moment, it can be said that the only thing Sanada Genichirō could control was his own will and thinking.

[Defeat], [Supporting role], [Fear], [Cowardice]...

I don't know how long it has been.

It seemed as if millions of years had passed.

Just when Sanada Genichirō felt that he was about to give up.

One cold and ruthless word after another went straight to the depths of his soul.

In the darkness, figures like illusions gradually emerged.

‘Yukimura Seiichi’, ‘Tezuka Kunimitsu’, and ‘Kitagawa’ stood in front of him like three mountains.

The eyes without any emotion seemed to penetrate all the shackles and imprinted on the soul of Sanada Genichirō.

“Inhale...exhale...”

“Although I know that Yukimura, Tezuka, and Kitagawa will not say such hurtful words.”

“But it really hurts my heart!”

The pain in the soul gradually woke up Sanada Genichirō.

Looking at the three tall figures in front of him, he said in a deep voice.

Huh!

“But the pain makes me understand.”

“When you sink into nightmares and the abyss of darkness, there will be no light.”

The next moment.

In that boundless dark world, Sanada Genichirō directly raised the racket in his hand and pointed it at the three figures.

"My inner demon."

"My panic."

"My fear."

"I will face it with my sword!"

Countless journeys to hell, countless failures and the pain of starting over again.

At this moment, it completely turned into the horror brought by the mental tennis that Sanada Genichirō faced.

Swish!

Boom!

In an instant.

A dark red breath rushed up to the sky.

The racket held in both hands swung like a kendo slash.

The world collapsed and the darkness dissipated.

Then.

After one ball.

Sanada Genichirō fainted as if he had been unplugged.

"People will be sunny after the rain."

"Senior Sanada, this is a cloudy day turning into a rainstorm~"

Listening to the thunder and the sound of heavy rain outside the villa, Kitagawa couldn't help but tease.

"Uncle Jing, thank you for your help."

Then he whispered to the butler, Kamiya Jingyi.

He then walked towards another empty court and practiced alone.

The next dayEarly in the morning.

At Kitagawa's house.

Niou Masaharu and Yagyu Hiroshi paced back and forth outside the gate with a worried look on their faces.

Only half an hour had passed.

The two still had no intention of ringing the doorbell to go in.

"Ah..."

"I really envy Sanada and the others."

"Just take a day off comfortably."

"I seriously suspect that junior Abei is super vindictive."

Seeing Kitagawa laughing at them on the balcony upstairs of the villa, Niou Masaharu sighed and muttered.

"Who told you to be so arrogant?"

"There's Bai Yueguang on the left and Hou Yi shooting the sun on the right."

"Or did you want this result, Niou, and you were playing me?"

Yagyu Hiroshi, who was caught in the crossfire, asked.

Because the Niou Masaharu he knew was the most terrifying fraudster on the court, a court con man who played his opponents in the palm of his hand.

After spending so much time with Kitagawa, it is impossible for him to do such a thing.

"Uh..."

"How is it possible?"

"This is just a case of being too proud and showing off one's true colors."

"As the saying goes, if you walk by the river, you will get your shoes wet."

Feeling a little guilty, Niou Masaharu turned around, strode to the front door, and rang the doorbell.

"It should be said that I didn't expect that Kitagawa junior built a haunted house for Kirihara on his vacant land at home because he was afraid of ghosts."

Looking at Niou Masaharu, Yagyu Hiroshi said in a deep voice.

In an instant.

Niou Masaharu felt like a thorn in his back.

He even suspected that Yagyu Hiroshi had turned into a fierce ghost with deep resentment in the broad daylight.

At this moment.

"Master Niou, Master Yagyu."

"Good morning~"

"Master has asked me to prepare breakfast."

"After we eat, today's special arrangements will officially begin."

Butler Kamiya Keiichi walked out of the villa politely.

As he spoke, he led Niou Masaharu and Yagyu Hiroshi to the restaurant.

"Good morning!"

After the two arrived at the restaurant.

All I saw was Genichirō Sanada, who was wearing loose pajamas, eating breakfast alone.

"No way?! No way?!"

"Shinichirō is making $88,000 a night?"

"Sanada, aren't you afraid that your father and grandfather will kill their relatives for the sake of justice?"

The next moment.

Niou Masaharu opened his eyes wide and exclaimed in disbelief.

It was as if Genichirō Sanada had done something illegal.

"......"

"I practiced here too late, and it rained heavily last night, so I stayed overnight!"

In an instant.

As the lightning flashed.

A fist as big as a sandbag landed directly on Niou Masaharu's head.

The veins on Sanada Genichirō's temples were throbbing.