The Prince of Tennis - I'm Echizen Ryoma

The author has something to say: Arai is the narrator of this chapter.

"It's useless even if you hit the shot correctly." "Yes, the loose network cable will definitely not be able to whip." These words came faintly from the main selection venue.

now it's right.I proudly looked towards the opposite side, the young man was still calm and relaxed.

No matter how you look at this kid, it makes people angry!Even though he is only a first grader, he is carrying three racquets, and he doesn't show the respectful attitude he should have when he sees his seniors.If I don't give you a good lesson, you won't know your last name!

"I see." He flicked the loose wire on the racket with his hand.

"Stupid, still trying to be brave! You can never beat me!" I roared and served vigorously.Letting that unattainable look of frustration appear on his face is something I'm looking forward to!

A sharp light flashed in the boy's eyes, and I vaguely heard a sword unsheathed.He lunges forward, spins his racket like a hawk, and the ball whizzes past my face.So, what happened?

It took a while before the voices of people around came.

"Amazing! We've passed!" The new members cheered.

"Use the whole body to rotate to pump." "It's really a way." Those who are talking and laughing are the main candidates.

"Could it be that the racket isn't broken?" "No way, Arai and I can see clearly that it's a broken racket." "Huh? But the ball is very fast." The seniors were surprised and puzzled. members.

"The speed of the ball is slow enough." The young man picked up the racket and said unsatisfactorily.

Clenching the racket tightly, I trembled with anger. "Don't be arrogant! You just returned a ball!"

But the ball I sent vigorously was quickly returned by him.Why can he still hit such a high speed ball with that kind of racket?

"I think, this is probably the so-called good calligrapher chooses his pen." At this moment, Senior Fuji's gentle voice made me feel chilly.

Desperately stretched out on the field.I couldn't hide the panic in my heart.If things go on like this, wouldn't it be me who was supposed to make the boy look ugly?

While running, accidentally, a spare tennis ball fell out of the coat pocket.

Under the shadow of the brim of the hat, the corner of the boy's mouth slightly turned up: "That ball is really an eyesore." The voice was not loud, but it sounded like thunder to my ears.

With a soft shout, the young man leaped up in the air, and hit directly with his racket.The ball hit my first dropped tennis ball like lightning, sending it flying far off the court.

As if the last straw was pressed, my self-esteem shattered like glass, and I fell to my knees on the tennis court.

"I can control that racket!" "Amazing! This first grader!" "Cool! Ryoma-kun!"

Amid the exclamation of everyone, the boy loosened the collar of his jersey. "Then, let's warm up the first few balls." The amber eyes swept sideways, making my hands and feet feel cold.

"Ah, Echizen, the thread is broken!" His follower monkey shouted, pointing at the racket.

"Huh?" He raised his racket and looked at it. "It's okay." Stretching his waist, he looked at me, his innocent and lovely smile was as terrifying as a demon king in my eyes, "You have to fight with me until the last moment, senior~"

"Hey, forget it, don't fight." Several second graders stepped forward to persuade, "It's just a practice match."

"No!" There was a freezing smile on the boy's lips.

Is this the end of provoking the devil?

In the end the game didn't go on.It was Minister Tezuka who rescued me.Suddenly appearing at the gate of the stadium, he caused the temperature in the stadium to drop by [-]°C, and then all the members were fined to run [-] laps of the playground.Including positive selection.