Tennis: A Rough Start Byodoin Hoo

Three Mifūne Nyudō Three looked at the ferocious Byōdōin Hōō with a smile in his eyes.

Yes, he likes such pricks, as long as he doesn't have any desires or desires like that boy.

Three Mifūne Nyudō San let go of Byōdōin Hōō's hand and asked lightly.

"Do you want to open a different dimension?"

Byōdōin Hōō, who originally wanted to continue fighting Mifūne Nyudō San, was slightly startled.

Another dimension? what?

Seemingly seeing Byōdōin Hōō's doubts, Mifūne Nyudō San continued to explain:

"It's what you saw behind him during the match between you and Oni Jujiro."

Byōdōin Hōō recalled the ghost-like figure he saw behind the ghost.

There is also that completely unmatched sense of oppression.

Hearing this unknown new level, Byōdōin Hōō suppressed the anger in his heart and asked patiently:

"Can you teach me to open the realm of another dimension?"

三 Mifūne Nyudō 三 picked up the wine bottle, took a sip, and burped.

"If you want to step into the realm of another dimension, you must first step onto Asura Shinto."

"Asura Shinto has experienced many serious defeats and regained the self-esteem that was shattered by the winner. After incorporating those unwilling and persistent thoughts into the spirit of tennis and polishing it, he restarted tennis revenge after a hellish baptism. the road."

"People who have just stepped into Asura Shinto will have a balanced and greatly improved physical fitness, and their golf skills will evolve far beyond their original self."

"The realm of different dimensions is a different kind of tennis that can only be understood by those who have died once and can still hold on to the path of hell to the end even if they die."

Byōdōin Hōō repeated what Mifūne Nyudō San said in his mind.

"But I only lost once, how can I understand Asura Shinto? Do you want me to bring the ghost back again?"

Since Byōdōin Hōō has been playing, he has rarely lost. Even if he loses, he loses to older people, but it is due to age and physical development. There is nothing to worry about if he loses.

After all, even the world champion was abused countless times by people older than him when he was a child.

Among his peers, the only one who can defeat him now is Oni Jujiro.

Three Mifūne Nyudō showed a playful smile on his face.

He called out to the young man in the distance.

"Kamidai boy, come here."

The boy, who was enjoying the wonderful afternoon while lying on the girl's lap pillow, frowned.

Reluctantly he sat up, frowned and complained:

"Why does this smelly old man have so much trouble? If I had known it would be such a troublesome thing, I might as well have stayed at home."

The girl covered her mouth and snickered, reaching out her hand to smooth the boy's frown.

"Okay Cang, let's go quickly."

The young man's name is Kamishiro Aoi, and he is the only son of the powerful Kamishiro tycoon in Asia. He is only twelve years old this year.

He was brought to the u17 training camp by Mifūne Nyudō three three years ago.

Kamishiro Aoi stood up, stretched, and picked up the net racquet beside him.

He walked with the girl towards the cabin.

"Mio, what do you think we should eat tonight?"

The girl named Mio nodded her chin and thought for a while before saying:

"How about mapo tofu and sweet and sour pork ribs? How about seaweed and egg drop soup?"

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Byōdōin Hōō looked at the boy and girl walking leisurely.

A black line couldn't help but appear on his head.

"You're not going to let me play ball with that junior high school student, are you?"

Isn't this a joke? Let him, a high school student, play ball with a junior high school student.

This is not humiliating the junior high school student again, but humiliating him Byōdōin Hōō.

Could it be that after he lost a game, in the eyes of this so-called U17 head coach, he could only play with junior high school students?

Three Mifūne Nyudō looked at Byōdōin Hōō with a strange expression.

"I hope you can still say this after fighting him."

"In short, he is your only opponent before you step into the realm of another dimension."

Byōdōin Hōō squeezed the racquet in his hand, an icy chill emanating from his body.

Kamishiro Ao and Mio came over.

"looking for me?"

三 Mifūne Nyudō San pointed to Byōdōin Hōō, who was a head taller than Kamishiro Aoi, and said:

"According to our agreement, I let you fish with me, but if necessary, you have to help me practice with others."

Kamishiro Ao touched his chin and looked at Byōdōin Hōō, who was obviously still a young kid.

I don’t understand how Byōdōin Hōō became an uncle in just two or three years.

And judging from the bandage on his head, he must have just been tortured by Oni Jujiro.

Kamishiro Ao nodded and said:

"Okay, you want to help him open another dimension. Once is not enough. I will fight him once every ten days at most."

Three Mifūne Nyudō Three had no objection to Kamishiro Aoi's request.

It's already good to be able to make this salted fish move, just once every ten days.

It’s just that Byōdōin Hōō’s expression is getting darker and darker.

In the conversation between the two of them, it was as if he was an ant that could be easily crushed to death, and they did not take him seriously at all.

The anger in his heart and the unwillingness and humiliation of losing to Oni Jujiro surged into his heart, making Byōdōin Hōō, who was already grumpy, almost reach the limit of his endurance.

I thought in my mind that I would give this ignorant junior high school student a lesson later.

Let him never dare to play tennis again in his life.

Byōdōin Hōō showed a ferocious smile, pointed at the net racquet in Kamishiro Aoi's hand and said:

"Boy, two wires are broken on your net racquet. Do you want to replace it with another racquet? This will not be used as an excuse if you lose later."

Kamishiro Aoi heard this and looked at his racquet.

Two wires were indeed broken in the middle, and I scratched my head in embarrassment.

"Hey, hey, hey, I haven't played tennis for a long time. I guess I accidentally broke it when I used it to catch butterflies last time."

"Forget it, just use this. If you can win, this will also count."

The boy's nonchalant words fell into Byōdōin Hōō's ears, which was a naked humiliation.

The network racquet is disconnected, which has a huge impact on the quality of the click.

If the string is loose, both the speed and power of the shot will be weakened to a certain extent.

Especially in a duel between masters, this weakening will be infinitely magnified.

As far as Byōdōin Hōō himself is concerned, if he uses this broken racket, his strength will be at least one level worse, and possibly even higher.

This gap is fatal in high-quality games.

Byōdōin Hōō snorted coldly, turned and walked towards the side of the mountain court.

Upon seeing this, Kamidai Aoi was ready to walk to the other side.

But Mifūne Nyudō San stopped him and whispered:

"You kid, be gentle and don't use those super-standard things."

Kamidai Aoi waved his hand.

"Okay, I get it. Rory is as verbose as an old woman. How about you come?"

三 Mifūne Nyudō San was choked by Jindai Cang and could not speak. He angrily picked up the wine gourd and took a sip.

This brat is still so annoying.