Tennis Movie King Kanata Irie

"It's so hot, so hot."

"I couldn't find Ryuuji when I went in the afternoon."

On the road to Kyoto, Tanegashima Shuji ordered a cup of milk tea, looked at the bright moon and listened to the tranquility.

but.

Seeing so many people passing by, it is obviously unrealistic to want to be quiet.

"Would you like one of the freshly baked sausages?"

"Handsome guy, come and take a look."

It was even hotter when we walked into the night market. Although it was late at night, it was still too hot in July. The summer in Japan is from June to August, and the temperature is about 30. Due to the influence of the Pacific high pressure, the whole of Japan is affected, and there is basically no one. The place is not hot.

As for Omagari, it depends on luck whether you can meet him or not.

The two parties are not very familiar with each other.

After passing through the night market and several streets, Tanegashima Shuji came to the street court.

"Ryuuji."

Tanegashima Shuji saw Omagari's figure.

The opponent was practicing, and there was no one around, just him and the opponent.

"Maikoita's third-year junior high school student, Omagari, is a classmate from Class 2 next door. He once defeated the Mutsu brothers by himself."

Tanegashima Shuji said softly.

In the words of the other party, club activities are a complete waste of time. You can become stronger alone and still have free time.

Tanegashima Shuji envied the other party's carefreeness and had considered doing so, but considering that Irie was here, it was impossible for him to resign as minister.

With his thoughts turning, Tanegashima Shuji took the initiative to step forward.

boom!

Omagari racquet made a sudden move, and the tennis ball hit the wall, reflecting in a certain direction.

call!

The tennis ball turned into an afterimage and quickly locked onto Tanegashima Shuji's figure.

This also strengthened Tanegashima Shuji's certain thoughts.

Although there is a reason for the night, it is not easy to hit so fast with just one strike.

Snap!

Tanegashima Shuji raised his hand to catch it.

"It's you."

Omagari turned around and his pupils shrank.

It seemed casual, but in fact it was serious. The other party took it easily, which was not what he expected.

Tanegashima Shuji smiled slightly: "It seems that this place is already your territory."

The other party is not the kind of person who sticks together, so he habitually kicks people out of the street court.

How to rush?

Of course it's strength.

So Tanegashima Shuji feels that strength can conquer this person.

"Is something wrong?"

Omagari is neither salty nor bland.

He doesn't have a good relationship with Tanegashima Shuji.

Of course, among the people he knew, he had a pretty good relationship.

"Sorry to bother you."

Tanegashima Shuji smiled and said: "I'll make a long story short, I want to invite you to join the tennis club."

"impossible."

Omagari's eyes were lazy and he blurted out without any consideration.

"Oh Ryuuji, that's so sad."

Tanegashima Shuji's expression remained unchanged and he continued to smile: "Let's have a competition. If you lose... you have to join."

"Why should I bet with you?"

Omagari was not going to agree, and his attitude began to change: "Just leave, I won't fight you."

"Hey... Ryuuji-san, are you timid?"

Tanegashima Shuji raised the corners of his mouth, with a look of contempt in his eyes.

next moment.

He was sweating in his heart.

"I'm so used to it."

"What if he refuses?"

"I should have called Irie."

Tanegashima Shuji is not used to this approach.

Kanata Irie is very reassuring. Every negotiation is solved by the other party. Compared with him as a minister, the other party is more like a leader.

"Aggressive."

A cold light flashed in Omagari's eyes: "Okay!"

Hearing this, Tanegashima Shuji relaxed.

As long as it's a game, he won't lose.

...

"You are a guest, you serve first."

Omagari still has a neither salty nor bland attitude.

Tanegashima Shuji flicked the tennis ball and blinked.

"Let me explain first, I am very strong."

"I know you are a top player in the country, stop talking nonsense...it doesn't matter who wins!"

Omagari's response was impassioned.

He didn't know this person's strength, but he knew his own strength.

"Then I won't be polite."

Tanegashima Shuji threw the tennis ball, quickly pulled his arm, and the racquet hit the tennis ball.

boom!

There was an explosion.

The tennis ball shot out.

Press the line.

Bounce.

"Serve is very strong."

Omagari nodded.

He stepped forward and whipped the tennis ball with his backhand.

"Nice reaction."

Shuji can see clearly.

He had set a trap, and the opponent not only fired back, but also showed the shadow of swordsmanship in an instant.

"A kendo-style player?"

The action just now was a backhand sword drawing action in Japanese Kendo, which was different from the ordinary swing action. Quickly, when Ryuuji fought back, he had already locked the trajectory, walked sideways, and caught up with the tennis ball in two or three steps.

Shuji flipped his wrist, and the racquet gave the tennis ball momentum and pushed it out.

Uh-huh!

"High-speed chop!"

Omagari saw it clearly and counterattacked in kind, using the same high-speed chop.

The sword blades pierced the air, like silhouettes intersecting, attacking towards Tanegashima Shuji's back path.

He was about to score.

Shuji's figure appears again.

"Difficult."

Omagari cursed silently.

He was a little surprised that the minister of Maiziban was stronger than he thought.

boom!

boom!

boom!

The two used high-speed chops in succession.

Omagari hits faster and faster.

But no matter how good and fast he moves, he still can't break through and score.

"Kasaya cuts!"

I saw Omagari put the racquet on his waist, holding it diagonally with his right hand, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Taking a step forward, he picked up the tennis ball from the edge of his racquet, rolled it up, and blasted the tennis ball away with his backhand.

Uh-huh!

Lightning passed through the air, like a sharp sword, cutting into the court.