The Prince of Tennis - I'm Echizen Ryoma

Changing rhythms, swift swings, sharp shouts, and rapid breathing.

Billy's voice came from afar, "Hey! Kevin~"

I know.What is the purpose of running around in this foreign land?

I came here with Echizen Ryoma as my goal.

I don't know how many times I watched those video tapes.Constantly imitate and practice and practice again, no matter how much hard work I put in, I must completely turn his tricks into my own.

Looking at the figure in front of the net, I don't know how many times it has danced in the pupils, I asked myself, why is it so persistent?

Maybe, I want to become Echizen Ryoma myself, and then, I, I want to surpass him!

"Drink!" Burning my eyes like flames with strong obsession, I slapped hard on the center of the high-speed moving tennis ball, and I released a move that I had learned from countless practice failures.

The ball conjures three ethereal images in the air, and spins a horseshoe-shaped trajectory when it lands—this time, it is no longer an imitation.

"30-15!"

"Hey, what kind of ball was that just now?" "Unbelievable..."

"That's the trick that Kebin and I practiced during our secret special training~" Billy beamed with joy and gestured on the sidelines, "It's called: Illusion!"

"Hey, not bad~" Looking up at me, the boy opposite finally showed a serious look in his eyes.

＊"Here we go again!" "Cabin's hallucination!"

Ethereal phantoms cross the court, and the boy's swing misses again.

"30 flat!"

"It has become three again." Atobe, who was watching together from the sidelines, drooped his face.

"Huh? I clearly saw five?" Qian Shi beside him raised a different opinion.

"I see six!" Eiji bounced and gestured for six.

"Huh?" Atobe was puzzled.

"Its principle should be the same as that of Eiji's." I stroked my chin with my fingers, and my eyes were fixed on the field.

"Ah, what do you mean?" Eiji hurriedly asked.

"That is to say, the ball flew over at a super high speed and swayed from side to side. Because of the afterimage principle, most people would see three balls." Sanada, with his arms crossed around his chest, calmly explained the problem on his behalf.

"So that's how it is." Eiji suddenly realized, "It's the same as the ball played by Akazawa of Saint Rudolph who played against him before, or better than that!" Eiji, who had super dynamic vision back then, ate it on the magic ball. Big loss.

My fingers were still stroking my chin, and I didn't smile, "So, how many did you see in Ryoma's eyes?"

*numerous.

The more you open your eyes to distinguish, the more balls there will be, what the hell!

Unsurprisingly, the third swing failed.

"40-30!"

"Hey!" Kebin's arrogant voice came from the opposite side.Looking up, I saw the blond boy stretching out his arm and giving me a thumbs up, and then flipped over, and the thumb hit the ground.

What a brat, he's so proud of himself when he has a little upper hand.Taking a look at him, I found that my self-cultivation skills are quite advanced.Such an obvious provocation didn't make me emotionally disturbed.

——If you have the time to be angry, you might as well think about how to break his strange trick.

"Come on, come on, wake up!" It's a pity that the more people ignore him, the more noisy they become.

During the running and attacking, I kindly reminded, "Hey, you seem too proud?" I slapped a tricky slash.

Unexpectedly, Kebin, who was flying desperately, gave me a chance ball.

The center of the eye of the thunder and lightning soared upwards, and with a thud, I turned around and made a slap that held the power of heaven and earth.This hurricane lore move, I have already used it proficiently.

"Drink!" A loud roar broke out unwillingly, and Kebin, who was holding the racket with both hands, tried to block this ultimate move, but finally let go of the racket.

"Tie!"

Accompanied by the referee's announcement, the corners of the lips under the lowered brim of the hat were slightly raised. I stretched out my thumb at him, and then turned it over, and the thumb also faced the ground.Cultivate kung fu?Cough, let's practice later...

"I almost forgot, you still have this trick." Amidst the deafening cheers from the audience, Kebin's unusually calm voice came.

＊"I won't let you use the hurricane lore again!" On the field, Kebin once again had the hallucination.

Sitting on the coach's bench with arms crossed, I calmly analyzed: it looks like three balls, but in fact, there is only one.In this case, there will only be one when rebounding.At this time, if you hit a half volley, you should be able to hit it back, but this kind of ball that shakes violently from side to side will spin on the ground when it hits the ground, and there is no rebound at all.Therefore, this way does not work.In other words, there is only one way to distinguish the true from the false among the three balls and directly hit Huashan.

No, how many of the three balls in our eyes will transform into Echizen's eyes?The extraordinary dynamic vision may increase the difficulty of distinguishing at this time.

In the usual confrontation, Kebin hit the tennis ball with all his strength, completely sealing Echizen's hurricane lore.

"Smith wins this game, the number of games is 6-6, and we enter the tie-break!"

"Go ahead."

During the break between rounds, upon hearing my voice, the boy swinging over with his racket stood up straight with his feet together.

"When it's difficult, you have to play more steadily. Be calm." Don't fall for Kebin's provocation.

"Yes." He responded lowly.

Maybe I said too much.Because of his calm expression, Kebin's pursuit didn't seem to have any effect on him.

"Crack, snap, snap."

The game started again, and when he was about to serve, he bounced the tennis ball between the palm and the ground in a steady rhythm, echoing it, and his calm expression added a kind of calmness and composure that only adults have, making people ignore the childishness of his face.

"Ryoma, comeon!" Kebin on the opposite side was full of fighting spirit.

With a loud shout, the arrogant and domineering outspin serve kicked off the battle with a flowing posture.

Leaning backwards to pick up the sharp external spin, Kaibin continued to provoke when he ran to catch the ball, "In order to make a hurricane lore, did you hit the ball in such a tricky line? I won't let you succeed!"

Amid the loud shouts, burning blue flames ignited in his eyes, he raised his hands, and Kebin swung violently from top to bottom—an illusion again!

A light flashed in the calm amber eyes, and the running boy lowered the brim of his hat.kindness?

"Ah, put the hat so low!" Kikumaru exclaimed.

"That way you can't see the ball at all?" Qian Shi was stunned.

The phantom streamer crossed the field, facing it, the boy stopped and raised his racket to wait.The brim of the white hat almost covered the entire small face, only the corners of the slightly raised lips and the delicate chin could be seen.

"Ah?" Even Atobe Sanada couldn't figure out what was going on in that weird little head.

"Brake!" With a slap, the ball was accurately intercepted into the dead corner under Kebin's incredible expression.

"1-0, Echizen leads!"

"Hit, hit back?!" "Good job, Echizen!"

Contrary to the cheers in the audience, the US team was shocked.

"Illusion..." "I was hit back?" "It just happened, it must be a coincidence!" "It's just that the racket that was swinging randomly hit the ball by chance!"

"Atobe, I have a question for you." Here, Sanada's expression was flat.

"Huh?" Atobe stared at the field just like him.

"Do you think Echizen hit by chance just now?"

"How is it possible~" He raised his eyebrows, and Atobu curled his lips, "Ask knowingly!"

"It was the same in the final of the Kanto Tournament." Sanada muttered to himself, "This guy actually closed his eyes and competed with me."

"Echizen, who has super dynamic vision, puts more burden on his eyes when he observes the Hibiki that you can't see." Shinozu interjected.

"Is that so?" Kikumaru put his hands on the pillow, "So, in order not to be confused by the changing fans, did you wear the hat so low?"

On the court, Kebin unswervingly killed the hallucination again.

On the sidelines, Bu Er, who had been silent all this time, suddenly opened his blue eyes and spit out two words, "Shadow!"

"Huh?" Kikumaru looked at him with wide eyes in bewilderment.

"Shadow, yes!" Sanada suddenly realized, "No matter how many balls there are, there is always only one shadow!"

That's it!

"Echizen, he actually watched the shadow return the ball!"

Everyone's eyes focused on the boy with the brim of his hat pulled down on the field.The small figure, when held horizontally, produced an indescribable coercion out of thin air.

"Crack!" The ball bounced high as it hit the sideline.

"2-0, Echizen leads!"

Unconsciously, he took a few steps back, Kebin's face was completely drained of blood, only murmured, "Isn't it a coincidence?"

He lifted the brim of his hat with one finger, revealing the boy's calm and serious face, but soon, the corners of his lips curled up badly, and a bright smile and a childish voice swept away the adult appearance just now, "You're still a little far away~”

The author has something to say:

The narrator of this chapter is Kebin-Fuji-Protagonist-Tezuka, and the transition is marked with *.

I went back to my hometown to play for a month during the summer vacation. . .Rotten eggs, rotten tomatoes, smash them all. . .