Prince of Tennis Nioh Phantom

Chapter 64 : “Views” from the top of the mountain!

silence–

Dozens of eyes looked at the two people who climbed up from the foot of the mountain at the same time.

Uncomfortable being stared at by so many people, Maori whispered to Nioh-

“Little Nioh, is this another training camp?”

Looking around, on the broad mountain top, dozens of teenagers wearing black jackets–oh, no, they don’t look like middle school students, but high school students–are holding racquets for tennis training.

Presumably, the tennis ball that was dropped before was the one they swung off unintentionally, and then accidentally rolled off the cliff.

“Hey, trash, what are you stopping there to do! Don’t let me continue training yet!”

Before Nioh could answer, there was a loud shout not far away.

Hearing this reprimand, the trainers in the black jacket group did not dare to neglect, and immediately began to swing pats again and again.

There is also a rock tied to their racket, which adds a lot of difficulty to the swing.

The people who swing the pats are obviously of different levels.

In some cases, the arm can hardly be lifted without a few swipes, and the movement has been deformed.

But some people are insisting.

Among them, the one who did the best and the most standard swing motion was a teenager with short black hair.

His height is definitely above 185, which is very conspicuous in the crowd.

And this handsome young man has a serious temperament that reveals abstinence in his own right-this makes him spotted by Nioh at a glance.

Although the hair color is black, the eyes are close to purple.

The whole person just stood there tall and straight, with a standard posture and very serious swings.

The wisps of bangs scattered on his forehead are already wet with sweat, which shows that he has been training for a long time.

“Hey, little Nioh” “!”

Snapped–

Nioh woke up suddenly.

“Senior, what are you doing when you shoot me!”

Maori clapped his hands on Nioh’s shoulders, his expression was natural and innocent–

“You were too fascinated to watch it just now~ Senior just wanted to wake you up!

Against the backdrop of a group of teenagers wearing black training jackets who are doing swing training, Nioh and Maori, two people in sportswear, standing lazily, looked particularly eye-catching.

Not to mention the two of them, one with silver hair and one with red curly hair, the hair color is even more eye-catching.

So, of course, the person who had just issued a loud reprimand immediately noticed both Nioh.

“Hey, boys, how did you come up!”

A man with a black beard and a fierce face, holding a gourd, just walked over.

Shocking momentum–

“Puff, of course I climbed up~”

As soon as Nioh Roto Zen came out, the solemn atmosphere was instantly broken.

– “Climbed up”

After listening to Nioh’s answer, Maori couldn’t help but chuckle.

The person who looked quite fierce-actually really fierce-pulled his mouth unconsciously.

“Hey, kids, this is not where you should be!”

The visitor opened the gourd he was carrying, took a sharp sip, and continued.

“Go back quickly!”

“Hey, this coach–you are a coach, right? We are here for training, really!

Maori watched as his junior was there with his eyes open and serious talking nonsense.

“We are qualified to come here to train!”

Nioh emphasized seriously.

“Other coaches know this!”

The white-haired boy tried to persuade each other.

“Huh! Training?”

It is also black all over, but the person who seems to be the coach here, who is dressed sloppy and inviting, snorts disdainfully.

“You are late! That group of rubbish arrived yesterday!”

The man glanced at Nioh and Maori, and focused on Maori, who was already 185 in height, and pointed to the high school students who were training in swinging.

“. “Ahem, coach, accommodating you~ my partner was sick yesterday! That’s why we arrived today!”

Nioh continued to make up the nonsense seriously.

Maori was stunned–what is little Nioh doing?

Regardless of his senior’s questions, Nioh looked at the coach with a pleading expression on his face.

“Humph! Another excuse for the loser!”

Coach Blackbeard sneered immediately.

“Have you seen that group of people? It’s all rubbish! Okay! You guys take a break for ten minutes!”

With that, he yelled at the group of black coats.

“Ten minutes later, the court showdown! Your two later battles against them all! Seven ball showdown!”

After finishing speaking, I looked at (the one who got the money) to Nioh and Maori–

“If you defeat them, you can stay. If you lose, just leave!”

Taking a sip of the gourd again, the wild coach turned his head and left.

“Little, little Nioh, what does this mean?”

Maori has been sluggish in place.

Isn’t it a good mountain climbing?

E, later became a rock climbing expedition–

How did it become a tennis wheel match now?

PS, fortunately I still had half a chapter left yesterday

Looking at the comment area, my brain is hot, what promise did I make (づ)づ!.