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Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

As the game officially started, Kirihara Akaya's temperament changed dramatically.

He was no longer casual, but more confident in himself.

"Not bad."

Kitagawa looked at Kirihara Akaya who kept hitting the tennis ball, and a hint of interest appeared on his face.

If the Phoenix of Byodoin and Gekko Ochi are the diamond generation in the Japanese tennis world.

Then Kunimitsu Tezuka, Keigo Atobe, Akatsu, Seiichi Yukimura, Genichirō Sanada, and Kuranosuke Shiraishi are the golden generation.

And the following Ryoma Echizen, Kintaro Toyama, Akaya Kirihara and others are the silver generation.

As one of the representatives of the silver generation.

Kirihara Akaya is definitely the most characteristic existence.

After fully growing up, he can show four forms: red-eye mode, demonization, angelization, concentrated burst & blue eyes.

The display of form can make the five dimensions undergo qualitative changes.

Although he is not yet a shining star, he is definitely a rising star.

"Be careful!"

Kirihara Akaya stood on the serving line, his eyes sharp as an eagle, and said softly.

At the same time, he gently threw the racket in his hand, and the tennis ball drew a perfect arc in the air.

As the ball rose to the top, Kirihara Akaya also began his action - first taking a deep breath, as if accumulating all his energy.

Then, he squatted down, lowered his center of gravity, tightened his leg muscles, and was ready to go.

Then, he jumped up with lightning speed, swung the racket at the same time, and his arm was like an arrow from a string, driving the racket to hit the ball at an astonishing speed.

Bang!

In an instant.

The tennis ball turned into a torrent and passed the net in an instant, appearing on Kitagawa's side.

"Isn't the temperature enough?"

Faced with this powerful serve, Kitagawa couldn't help but mutter in a low voice.

At the same time.

His body leaned forward slightly, with his knees slightly bent.

When the tennis ball landed, his toes touched the ground lightly, and he used the power of his legs to start instantly, taking a step forward, and his body naturally turned in the direction of the ball.

Teng!

Bang!

Boom!

In a flash.

The racket accelerated suddenly in his hand.

At the moment when the tennis ball collided, a strong shock wave burst out in all directions.

Then the tennis ball shot out.

The speed was twice that of Kirihara Akaya's ball.

The most important thing was.

The trajectory of this ball was exactly the same as the trajectory of the previous serve!

"Huh?"

Although Kirihara Akaya was really a little red, he was still rational.

So this ball can only be said to be a normal serve.

Generally, opponents with some ability can basically return the ball successfully.

However.

Kitagawa's performance far exceeded his expectations.

Sharp insight, extremely coordinated body, smooth movements, perfect defense.

Even a silent provocation.

"Looks like I can play with my hands."

After a brief moment of surprise, Kirihara Akaya's face showed a hint of enthusiasm.

Then, he leaned forward slightly, bent his knees slightly, and kept a low posture.

His eyes were fixed on the tennis ball that was coming at him.

Just as the ball was about to land.

He moved.

With one foot as a fulcrum, the other foot tapped the ground at a very fast frequency. Each step was precise and powerful, like the precise programming of a robot, ensuring that he could cover the largest space with the smallest stride.

Whoosh!

However, at the moment when Kirihara Akaya swung the racket.

There was a sound of breaking through the air.

"Valid ball!"

"Kitagawa scored, 0-15!"

Then came the voice of the temporary referee on the side.

"What?!"

Kirihara Akaya was like petrified, motionless.

His eyes were filled with shock.

"Friend, don't go easy on me."

"If you want to fool me, you don't have to do this."

Kitagawa narrowed his eyes slightly, pretending to be quite distressed and spoke.

That look, those words, just seemed to be true.

But.

The passers-by A, B, C, and D who had been watching for a day twitched their mouths in unison.

Obviously, Kitagawa had used this trick for a whole day.

"Damn it!"

"Boy, I didn't want to hurt innocent people."

Kirihara Akaya slowly turned to Kitagawa.

As he spoke, his eyes gradually became bloodshot.

"But now you are my prey!"

After saying this.

He slowly raised his head, showing a cruel expression, and licked his lips at the same time.

Weird, violent, brutal and other nouns instantly emerged in the minds of the onlookers.

"It's bad!"

"Kirihara has turned on the Red Eyes mode."

"I hope that boy can be safe..."

Compared to the onlookers.

Jackal-san, who knows Kirihara Akaya well, sighed helplessly and long.

On the court.

After seeing the changes in Kirihara Akaya, Kitagawa grinned instead.

"Have you ever heard of a saying?"

"High-end hunters often disguise themselves as prey!"

The voice fell.

"Humph!"

"A dead duck is still stubborn."

Kirihara Akaya held the tennis ball in his fingers and raised it to his eyes.

It was as if he was aiming at Kitagawa on the opposite side.

Then.

He suddenly threw the tennis ball into the air.

With a short and powerful squatting movement, Kirihara Akaya seemed to have transformed into a beast about to pounce, full of explosive power.

The next moment, he suddenly jumped up, his body quickly unfolded like a spring, and his arms swung forward with the racket at an astonishing speed.

As for the tennis ball, it seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, with a strong side spin, and flew rapidly to the opponent's court.

"Really an irritable physique..."

He sighed softly.

Instead of taking action at the first time, Kitagawa closed his eyes.

For a moment, the whole person seemed to be quiet.

"What is he doing?"

Kirhara Akaya swung the ball while watching Kitagawa's every move.

His intuition told him that the boy in front of him was not as harmless as he looked.

The next moment.

Huh~

It seemed that there were gusts of breeze on the court.

In a trance, the sea of ​​​​forests was blowing, and the ocean was raging.

The sparse sound of golden swords and iron horses and the wind and sand gradually poured into Kirihara Akaya's ears.

In the reflection of his eyes.

Kitagawa suddenly opened his eyes.

The racket in his hand quickly turned to the backhand and placed it horizontally in front of his chest.

At this time.

The tennis ball also bounced off the ground and shot straight at Kitagawa's abdomen.

"Wind brake!"

Bang!

Whoosh!

Woohoo!

A series of sounds suddenly filled the court.

And these sounds flashed away in an instant.

Looking again.

The tennis ball had already appeared in the blind spot behind Kirihara Akaya.

Then it bounced out of bounds.