Net King Returns to the First Generation

Coach Saito's words made this group of teenagers who had already formed a team and planned to play a doubles match silent.

Singles match...? !

Fight with a partner? !

In other words, are their chosen comrades-in-arms going to become enemies now? !

Kirihara blinked, continued his previous train of thought and turned his head directly: "Oh, Nioh-senpai, you have to compete with the minister now!"

Hahaha I originally thought that after Nioh-senpai and the minister formed a team, the doubles would be too strong, but now...

Hehehe, Senior Nioh is going to suffer!

Seeing his expression Nioh knew what this kid was thinking.

Twitching the corners of his mouth with a nonchalant smile, King Ren stretched out his hand: "You should think about yourself first."

"Me? What do I have, me and the deputy director..." Kirihara suddenly paused at this point.

That's right, isn't he going to compete with the deputy minister?

"I've wanted to defeat the deputy minister for a long time!" Kirihara clenched his fists, "I finally waited until this day!"

"Hmph, I don't know what you're talking about." Sanada snorted coldly, "If you want to defeat me, just try!"

Diverted one Kirihara's attention, and there are others.

Just like Marui.

He quickly accepted the setting that he was going to play singles with Kuwahara (Marui: Anyway, I can’t lose to Jack ~ no pressure, no pressure~), and while taking out gum from his pocket, he laughed: "Haha, I thought I could I saw you and Yukimura's partner, and it turned out to be a match between the two of you."

"Speaking of which, you haven't fought before, have you?" He raised his head and asked.

Nioh didn't want to answer this question at all.

On the contrary, Yukimura looked at Nioh thoughtfully, and said with a smile, "Well..."

This kind of ambiguity made Liu quickly catch some kind of information that made him feel bad: "Wait, Yukimura, what do you mean by that?"

"The game is about to start." Without answering Liu's question directly, Yukimura pointed to the field.

Coach Saito, who was already impatient, obviously felt that he had left enough buffer sights for this group of teenagers.But now, the battle table in the field has risen. The U17 training camp does have a lot of high technology.

Looking at the list of matches rising up on three courts, the teenagers who hadn't fully reacted sighed one after another.

"Pfft, it's just seven balls, such a big battle." King Ren complained in a low voice.

Yukimura, who was standing next to him, glanced at him with a smile: "I think this is pretty good."

Worth looking forward to?

Nioh's hole card... Under such circumstances, he should be able to see it, right?he thought so.

50 people, 25 groups, 3 tennis courts, roughly divided into 8 rounds - one game ends and the next game ends.

The first to play is almost always the original doubles combination.

The match between Ninjazu and Yueren was decided almost instantly.

"Damn it, you actually used the trick of locking your heart..." Yue Ren sat on the ground, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

"Let's go down." The mushroom-headed boy crossed his arms and said coldly.

On the other hand, Kikumaru, who became much sharper in singles, also quickly won Oishi.

Kikumaru, who once wanted to achieve a win-win goal and make the game a draw, was finally persuaded by Oishi.

"A combination that can achieve coherence..." The others sighed.

After sighing, he couldn't help turning his head to look at another combination that had used the same tone earlier.

... But what happened to Li Haida's group of people!

Wasn't it really expected that the split group would be a singles match? !

"Really, this kind of look is really annoying." Marui turned the racket in his hand and looked at his name displayed, "Go, Jack! Show it, even if we can't use the same tone, we still have a tacit understanding Good partner!"

"...I said Bunta, there is no way to show that kind of thing in this kind of singles match." Kuwahara reluctantly followed him onto the court.

"Whispering, anyway, I won't show mercy!" Marui blew a bubble.

The seven-ball game ended quickly.

As Marui took Kuwabara neatly, Kamio defeated Ibu, Mute... Mute didn't fight but intimidated Kai (Nio: Speaking of which, did this guy with glasses who like to intimidate people have a big relationship with them? What origin? I always feel that it looks a bit familiar.), Fuji also defeated his younger brother half-consoled and half-encouraged, and the game gradually completed more than half.

"The show is about to begin." A certain haughty figure stepped onto the tennis court.

And almost at the same time, on his left and right, two people who always had a straight face also walked onto the court one after the other.

"Atobe and Hiyoshi, Tezuka and Kaidou, and Sanada and Kirihara..." Shiraishi, who had just finished the game while comforting Kenya verbally and unceremoniously defeated him, wiped off his sweat, with a slightly surprised expression on his face: "Is this a battle of inheritance?"

"Sanada is just the vice minister, isn't it?" Ken also replied, although he lost the game but didn't have much regret.

"But no matter how you look at it, Sanada is in charge of Kirihara in the team." Shiraishi tilted his head, "Did I guess right, Liu?"

Liu, who was not far away from him, turned his head slightly: "In fact, in the team, Qieyuan is managed by everyone."

... Haha that's pretty miserable.

Baishi smiled dryly, and turned his head back: Tsk tsk, it's a pity that Xiaoguang didn't come to this training camp. After seeing such a game, he really wants to play.

There is no need to compete with Qian Ye!

Except for Shiraishi, other people outside the field also gradually discovered the connection between the three groups of people on the field.

This makes them more focused.

As the game progressed, they sighed and couldn't help but compare: Atobe is more patient than expected?He would still do such a thing.Tezuka did exactly what he said, going all out for the game.But using Tezuka's domain to keep the ball out of bounds... Is this also starting to feed?No, no, this is to make Haitang even want to quit the competition!Really cruel.I don't know that another person is also famously serious...

They looked towards Sanada's field.

The match there...wait a minute Sanada, are you being too aggressive with Kirihara? !

"Hmph, it's just this level? Too lax!"

"Ah, deputy minister, I want to defeat you!"

No self realm.

Even if he entered the state of selflessness, he still couldn't break through Sanada's line of defense.When Sanada's full firepower used Fenglin Volcano's thunder...

"Gamewonby Sanada, 7-0!"

"If you want to beat me, work harder!" Sanada left the court and glanced at the two people on the court next to him.

Atobe, who had just finished exchanging the so-called "minister's hard work" with Tezuka, noticed Sanada's gaze. He turned his head and raised his eyebrows: "Ah, you are really simple and rude."

"Li Hai never procrastinates." Sanada said coldly.

Atobe hummed softly and walked away noncommittally.

Sanada returned to his seat, winning the amazed eyes of the others.

"Hey, I said that Li Haida's style is like this... huh?" Hei Yu, who was next to Liujiao, whispered to Liu Sheng who was standing not far from him.

Pushing his glasses, the man called a gentleman said indifferently: "No, it's just that we treat Kirihara-kun like this."

"..." Hei Yu, who had nothing to say, turned his head and looked into the arena.

After losing the game, Kirihara stood up dazedly and finally exited the state of selflessness, walked to the sideline fiercely and stood motionless in front of Sanada.He took a deep breath: "I will defeat you one day!"

"Let's talk about it the day you can do it." Sanada snorted softly, "It's still early."

After the end of this round of "Guiding Match", several miraculous matches took place: for example, Guanyue won without a fight because Gan accidentally ate his own dried juice, and the dumbfounding match between Ishida and Xiaochun waved the ball against acting skills .

After that, a scoreboard with the words "Yukimura Seichi" and "Nio Masaharu" was finally erected on the signboard in the middle of the stadium.

"It's our time." Yukimura smiled and adjusted his headband.

He hesitated for a moment, his left hand that didn't hold the racket slid down from his forehead and pressed it on his shoulder, and then——

"Yukimura?!" Sanada couldn't help but widen his eyes and raised his hand reflexively to catch the coat that Yukimura threw towards him.

He watched Yukimura take two steps forward and then turned his head: "Let's go, King Ni. Don't run away?"

"Pupina." Nioh who blinked and spit out such a mantra pulled his braids and followed Yukimura onto the court.

And until these two people stood on both sides of the field and prepared to start the routine greetings before the game, the other people in Lihai University gasped as if they were frightened and looked at the coat in Sanada's hand: " ...Yukimura took off his coat?!"

"Is this Yukimura's intention to do his best?!" Remember that at the end of the national competition finals, the people from other schools who used tricks beyond their understanding after taking off their coats couldn't help but gasped.

Now, it is true that everyone's attention is concentrated in the middle field.

As if he didn't feel the concentrated eyes from his surroundings at all, Yukimura smiled and said to Nioh, "Why don't you act happy?"

"You have to be happy too." Nioh held the racket in his left hand and raised his eyes, "I never thought I would play against you here."

"I didn't expect that either." Yukimura tilted his head playfully, "But it will be a year since the last match between the two of us, don't you feel excited thinking about this?"

"...One year?! So Yukimura played against Nioh before he was hospitalized?" Liu flipped through his notes frantically, "I don't know when!"

"Didn't you say that you can't collect the data of the two of them?" Marui said.

Data obsessive-compulsive disorder Liu Lianji expressed that he didn't want to hear the truth from Marui: "It's a pity! There is no data about the two of them competing!"

Others don't even know about the data that Liu Du can't collect.

Only Qingxue's people remembered what Tezuka said in the national competition at this time.

He said that Yukimura himself admitted that he had a match with Nioh, and the result was...

"It's a pity that you didn't lose the last game." Yukimura raised his hand and straightened his headband again, "This time..."

This time...? !

Wait, what does it mean that you didn't lose last time? !

Does this sentence mean...? !

"Pfft, what are you talking about." King Ren smiled wryly, "You obviously won the last match."

"I don't think so." Yukimura said.

"...Don't confuse black and white, it's hard for me..."

"It's hard to make others unable to judge your strength, right?" Yukimura restrained his smile a little, "I don't mean to interfere with other people's hobbies, but Nioh, today's game, you'd better be more serious."

After he finished speaking, he turned around, and almost as he turned around, his mental power dissipated.

With such a close distance, everyone else on the sidelines could feel the discomfort caused by the mental pressure.

They watched Yukimura walk to the bottom line step by step and turned their heads.The silver-haired boy opposite him let out a long breath.

The game started with Yukimura's serve.

Serve at high speed and press the line.

Nioh stepped forward and felt something was wrong the moment he raised his hand to catch the ball: Wait a minute, Yukimura, you...

He gritted his teeth and hit back the tennis ball, frowning slightly.

On the other side, Yukimura, who was swinging his racket with a restrained smile, had an aura of power without anger. When he hit the ball, his crisp movements quickly brought afterimages.

Nioh collected himself, narrowed his eyes slightly, and held the racket with his right hand.

After a few back and forth, Atobe, who was extra sensitive to mental power outside the court, couldn't help raising his hand between his eyebrows: "Xingmura, this is...have you already used the five senses?"

"...Have you used it?" The others looked at the venue and repeated uncertainly.

There was nothing unusual about Nioh's movements and reactions as he was running to catch the ball, but...

What's wrong?

And what Atobe said, mental power does have a different sense of oppression.Are they all numb?It shouldn't be a tense relationship...

"It's already been used, King Ni's reaction is [-] seconds slower than usual." Liu said.

"But Nioh doesn't look like he's been hit by 'destroying the five senses' at all?" The others opened their eyes and observed, but they still didn't understand how the "[-] seconds" came to the conclusion.

until--

Boom!

"1-0!"

Shaking his head, Nioh's narrowed eyes widened slightly.

Being disturbed by the "destroying five senses" and messing up his judgment, he mobilized his mental power to resist Yukimura's moves.However, the mental impact disappears, and the technical impact will take some time to recover.

Standing up straight, he got the right to serve the second ball, raised his hand and moved the bangs (too long) scattered in front of his eyes to behind his ears, and then took out a tennis ball from his pocket: "Pfft, I was shocked. .Did you use 'Mie Wu Sense' on the first ball?"

"That's why I told you to be serious." Yukimura said.

Licking his lips, King Ren tilted his head and smiled: "It seems that I can't be lazy."

As his words fell, the figure of the white-haired boy in the arena gradually blurred.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the figure that reappeared on the field has become——

"Phantom." Ninja pushed his glasses and sighed softly, "Using 'Xingmura' to deal with 'Xingmura'? What a good idea."

Use Yukimura against Yukimura.

Use... "Destroy the Five Senses" against "Destroy the Five Senses".

Compared with using the explosive power of "the limit of seamlessness" to break through the blockade of the five senses, this method has a sense of informality of breaking a can and throwing a tooth for a tooth?

But Yukimura who came out of Nioh's "phantom"...

"1-1!"

"You are very proficient in using the 'dream'." Yukimura glanced at the tennis ball falling under his feet, and the exhaustion of mental power made him sweat quickly.So it was the right decision to take off the jacket.

Nioh's right hand (Others: Hey wait, he still holds the racket with his left hand?! Then why do we think that 'Phantom' is exactly the same as Yukimura?!) habitually pulled his braid: "Thank you for the compliment."

Atobe frowned and rubbed his brows: "Didn't the mental power of these two people rush around and not restrain themselves?!"

indeed.

It was almost a wordless tacit understanding. While swinging the racket, the attack on the opponent was mixed with a mental attack.

Nioh withdrew from the state of "Yukimura" when the venue was changed.

He hooked the corner of his lips, and the light that flashed on his body only lasted for a short second.

When people outside the arena didn't know why, Yukimura suddenly said, "If you want to use 'synchronization', use it generously."

"I'm just trying to test your state." King Ni smiled without embarrassment at all, "By the way, let's see how much your mental power has been consumed."

"It's just two goals to 'eliminate the five senses', and I have more than enough."

The tug-of-war of the third ball is a game of mental strength and skill mixed together.

Nioh was caught off guard when he took the first ball, and he never expected that Yukimura would use the trick of "killing the five senses" from the very beginning.When he consciously used his mental strength to resist Yukimura's attack, and technically avoided muscle paralysis, then the "five senses of destruction" were naturally blocked.

Yukimura, who realized that "destroying the five senses" was no longer working, tried to gather his mental strength, but the feedback from Nioh showed that the guy was obviously prepared...

"If you get hit once, you don't plan to hit the second time." Nioh saw Yukimura's thoughts, he switched the racket to his right hand, and then switched to his left hand after returning the ball to avoid being "paralyzed" by Yukimura's technology: "It's hard to be attacked by mental power."

"Really, what a pity." Yukimura replied casually, "I didn't expect it to be successful."

The last time the mental power attack was successful, it was because the diffusion of mental power in the indoor field was very slow and it could be laid out, and it was laid out for a long time in advance... For this kind of seven-ball matchup, it is very difficult to attack purely with mental power. Difficult.

But Nioh can't do anything anyway, so it's still even.

After Yukimura thought this way, he suddenly changed his speed in front of the net.Squeeze the racket, swing your arms—

"2-1!"

"Is this Sanada's 'Ray'?"

"No, it looks like Liu's 'Whirlwind Vacuum Slash'."

"...is it a combination of the two?"

Nioh, who saw countless ball shadows at that moment, knew well that this move was not a "thunder" or "whirlwind vacuum slash".Perhaps the trajectory is very similar, but the essence is completely different.

At this time, dynamic vision is really a hindrance...

Thinking of this, Nioh bent down and picked up the tennis ball.

"It's time for me to serve."

"2-2!"

Zero serve.

The game began to seesaw.

Compared with Yukimura's serve, it took dozens of back and forth to catch the flaw and win the score. When he got the right to serve, Nioh started to use the zero serve very simply.

This made the scene suddenly strange.

"3-2!"

"3-3!"

"4-3!"

"4-4!"

……

At first glance, Yukimura takes the lead every time, but the rhythm...why does it seem to be in Nioh's rhythm?

"Ahhh, so annoying!" Yue Ren crouched on the ground and wrinkled his face, "Even if Nioh and Yukimura fought to this extent, I still find it hard to believe that he is already that strong!"

"The so-called 'fraudster' means that people don't want to believe the truth when it's right in front of them?" Shiraishi raised his bandaged right hand to his forehead, "But Yukimura still has that trick? Will it work?"

That trick?

That's right, Yukimura still has that trick, which makes Perfect Perfect even helpless...

"6-6!"

"I don't think it's okay to see the saw?" Yukimura on the field said to himself, following his whisper that no one else heard, the intensity of his mental strength suddenly increased again.

The arena was almost blown up by spiritual power.

Then, behind him holding the tennis ball, a real figure floating in mid-air appeared: I still couldn't see the shape clearly, I only knew it was in the shape of a human and held in his hand... Is that a shield and a scepter?

Everyone held their breath, and Nioh, who was facing Yukimura's spiritual power, turned his racket leisurely: "I thought you would wait until I stopped using the zero style before using this move."

"That's too slow." Yukimura said, "I don't intend to make this game a tug of war."

He threw the tennis ball—

Snapped!

The shadow behind him rushed towards the opposite side with the tennis ball.

"7-6!"

Missed the last ball.

Don't want to fight a protracted war?

Nioh glanced at Yukimura, who was sweating a lot from using another-dimensional tricks.

He doesn't really want to fight a protracted war, so——

Snapped!

"... Huh? Why isn't it Zero Type?"

"Can't you type it out?"

"Nioh's hand doesn't look a little bit beyond the burden, and what Yukimura said just now means that Nio has not reached his limit."

There was a lot of discussion outside the arena, but Yukimura frowned directly inside the arena.

He swung his racket vigorously at the incoming ball, and once again, as the tennis ball flew out, the shadow behind him also rushed towards the opposite side.

"8-6!"

"Gamewonby Yukimura, 8-6!"

After hitting the serve, Nioh stood up straight and looked like he didn't intend to run, and indeed he didn't, watching his name marked with a red cross.He turned around and wanted to leave.

"...you stop!" Yukimura's voice sounded.

The tone was half an octave lower than usual, and the other people outside the venue held their breath just after they breathed a sigh of relief: "Good... so scary, this kind of momentum...

"Pfft?" King Ren turned back.

But he took a step back: You must stay away from Yukimura at this time.

"...Why didn't you catch the ball?" Yukimura's voice was clearly audible with anger.

Nioh couldn't help but look away.

He raised his hand and pinched his braid to look at the sky: "Can't you catch it?"

"There is a limit to lying." Yukimura frowned, "Also, why not use this?"

"This? Which one are you referring to?" King Ren pretended to be stupid.

Yukimura knew now that this guy was going to pretend to be stupid to the end.

For the first time, he felt that he had indulged Nioh too much and caused this guy to be too self-willed: "Don't be stupid. Compared with my half-finished tricks, this trick of yours is already a finished product, right? Why don't you use it?!"

"Pfft, I don't know what you're talking about." Nioh took another two steps back, "In short, the game is over and I hope I won't compete with you again. That's it, bye~"

After he finished speaking, he waved his hand, turned around quickly, took his tennis bag on the sidelines, and ran away.

Others who didn't react for a while watched his conspicuous white hair disappear from sight.

……

This is……

"Yukimura, you..." Sanada, who was the first to react (knowing what Yukimura was talking about because he had seen Nioh's moves), hesitated and opened his mouth.

And Yukimura looked at the place where Nioh disappeared for a long time, and when he turned around, he showed a bright smile: "Hehe, Nioh..."

He walked towards the outside step by step.

Lilies spread across the court behind him.

……

Hey, I said Nioh, you left us here to bear Yukimura's wrath by running away alone like this? ! !

Li Haida's other people shrank their necks and roared in their hearts.

And from a higher position far away from the arena, among the few people watching the game silently, there was a conversation like this: "Hey, ghost, did you see clearly? The one just now..."

"Ah, it should be a different dimension. I didn't expect that among these junior high school students... there are people who can use this trick!"

"It doesn't look like it's finished yet."

"...But his opponent always feels that there is something wrong there."