Tennis Movie King Kanata Irie

“Kanata Irie…”

As an intelligence officer who has been hiding behind Makinofuji for three years, Kimijima naturally knows this person.

He looked at the two teenagers sitting on the chairs on the roadside.

The two teenagers were looking at their phones with excited expressions on their faces.

"Is the match between Kanata Irie and Mitsuya Akuto so exciting? It's worth recording by these two teenagers."

Kimijima is good at understanding people's psychology.

Unlike ordinary enthusiasts who work in intelligence, there is no need to lift equipment and painstakingly record for dozens of minutes.

And it’s a mobile phone.

Mobile phones are not professional equipment, so it can be seen that these two teenagers are not the kind of enthusiasts who take pictures with professional equipment.

In other words, it was precisely because this game was exciting enough that the two teenagers were tempted to record it.

Kimijima rolled his eyes lightly and had thoughts.

"Two young men..."

Kimijima walked up.

The two teenagers raised their heads, their faces a little childish, like junior high school students who had just entered Middle School, and they were a little scared.

"Is there anything you need?"

The young man on the left said timidly.

Despite the two-year age difference, Kimijima is actually already a teenager who is 1.68 meters tall. Coupled with the angle problem, the two teenagers feel like giants.

"do not be afraid."

Kimijima showed a gentle smile, like a big brother, "That's right, I am a loyal fan of Kanata Irie... but I missed this game, can I watch it together?"

"Ah? Big brother, are you too?"

The boy on the right said excitedly.

"OK."

The two teenagers relaxed their vigilance.

"OK."

So, Kimijima squatted behind the two teenagers and watched the heroic appearance of the 'idol'.

.......

"Right hand?"

"I see, is his left hand injured?"

"Kanata Irie actually has this skill..."

Kimijima was very surprised.

In my impression, Kanata Irie only has speed and technique, even if he defeated Tohno Atsukyo.

But in this game, Kanata Irie showed a brand new self.

Who doesn’t want to master data tennis?

But in the whole country, Mitsuya Akuto is the only one who is proficient in this.

"Irie's statistical tennis would be impossible to achieve without years of practice."

A cold glint flashed in Kimijima's eyes.

It is impossible to say that it took one year to complete. Considering the ability to predict the wind direction, I have no idea how many trump cards Kanata Irie has hidden.

"Finally finished watching it."

"This kind of tennis is really amazing."

The two teenagers talked excitedly.

Kimijima frowned slightly. This video was very valuable and he wanted to get it.

He said, "Can you send me the video?"

"send you?"

"But big brother, what are you doing here?"

The boys on the left and the right said successively.

"I told you~ I'm a fan of Irie. I record every game he plays, but I overslept this time. Please!"

Kimijima's face was full of sincerity. He originally wanted to get the video in exchange for payment, but these two teenagers were naive and could deceive the video without paying.

After that, he stood up and bowed slightly to express his sincerity.

"Uh~"

The two teenagers looked at each other, a little caught off guard. The boy on the left was the holder of the video. He hesitated and nodded: "Okay... I'll send it to you."

"Thanks."

"you are too polite."

The boy didn't notice Kimijima's fleeting smile.

"How to send it to you."

"Cloud disk."

.......

In the park where the Kansai Tournament is held.

Kimijima, who got the video, walked on the road with some lack of interest.

"Why are there so many naive people in the world?"

But there was a pleasant smile on his lips: "But I have to say, it's fun to lie to people."

At some point, he fell in love with this feeling.

Perhaps, he should mention the level of his prey.

"It's him?"

At this time, Kimijima noticed a figure not far away and followed him slightly.

"Where is he going..."

But as he followed, Kimijima felt confused.

The person he was following was none other than Kanata Irie.

"He's... practicing?"

Soon, Kimijima noticed where Kanata Irie was, stopping at a court to pick up a racquet and hit a tennis ball.

This is a deep court. Usually people might come, but now everyone is playing and the audience is watching the game.

"What a hard effort."

Kimijima said with some emotion.

After all, Kanata Irie's left hand is injured. Even if he practices with his right hand, it will have a certain impact on his left hand. Now he should go home and recuperate.

"People who work so hard are actually a little arrogant."

He thought again of Irie's game.

In a way, Irie is a lot like him. But he believed that he was far worse than Kanata Irie.

At best, Kanata Irie likes to pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger, but his purpose is to play with others.

While thinking, Kimijima stepped forward.

Snapped!

Irie noticed the footsteps, grabbed the tennis ball that flew back, looked sideways, and said with some confusion: "You are?"

"I'm your fan, my name is Kimijima...just call me Ikuto."