The Prince of Tennis - I'm Echizen Ryoma

After [-] laps, I went back to the tennis court.Looking around, the freshmen are doing swing practice.Fortunately, the glasses minister doesn't seem to be here.

"Ah, Mr. Ryoma, have you finished [-] laps yet?" "You are really calm." Katsuo Katsuro said while swinging his racket.It's a shock, okay?

"The first grade has to practice swinging racket [-] times, hurry up and practice." Horio said enthusiastically.

"Oh. Huh?" I noticed that the tennis bag I had left courtside was missing.

"What's wrong? Did you forget to bring your racket?" Horio asked.

"You are quite confident to participate in club activities without a racket." "Do you think you don't need any basic exercises?" "Yeah, he is a different freshman~"

Looking at the group of sophomores surrounded by cynicism, I understood everything.

"Since you are so confident, I can play with you, but you don't have a racket~" Arai said strangely.A sophomore next to him handed over a racket tacitly. "Your racket is here~" Arai threw the racket at me. "This one is extra."

"Ah!" Horio exclaimed, "That one is..."

"That old racket in the staff room!" Katsuro and the others yelled.

"The net cables are all loose." "How can this kind of racket be used?" Several new members whispered behind me.

"What's the matter? Don't you want to compete with me? The freshman who everyone expects!"

There was silence on the tennis court.The first-year members looked at me worriedly, not daring to vent their anger.On the other side of the court, several regular picks also stopped practicing and looked over here.But they don't seem to want to stop.

Among them, the one who always smiles like Mimi and holds his chin in one hand, looks like he is watching a good show.

"This racket is very suitable for you in the first grade." "After learning this lesson, you will not dare to be arrogant anymore, right?" "In this way, maybe your tennis bag will appear~"

Amid the unscrupulous laughter of several second graders, I clenched my racket and turned to walk to the court.

"Hey, Echizen, where are you going?" Horio asked.

"It's the same everywhere, there are people like this, who are inferior to others and just want to play some dirty tricks." I said as I walked. "Ah!" Horio took a step back in surprise, and looked to the other side worriedly.

Sure enough, Arai heard it. "What did you say? You mean we hid your tennis bag?" Arai said threateningly.

"That's right." I replied bluntly.Walking to the position, he swept the surrounding ground with his sneakers.Holding the old racket in both hands, I looked at him calmly. "Okay, come on."

Arai's eyes widened in surprise. "It's very courageous." He immediately replied with a sinister smile: "I will beat you to death!"

"Go!" Arai vigorously served the ball.

I picked it up as usual.But the ball arced and didn't go over the net.

"Sure enough!" Horio exclaimed, "It's impossible with that racket!"

"Yoyo, what happened? You were just bluffing just now?" Arai said triumphantly, "You have to fight with me until the last moment."

I try to get the ball back again.This time, he used too much force again and hit the barbed wire wall next to the court high.

"No, I can't control the ball at all." Horio sighed, holding his head, "What is that strange hitting sound~"

It's not the last time you stepped on a racket!