The Strongest in Prince of Tennis

Chapter 360 u17 (First update, please subscribe.)

August 24th.

The day after the end of the national competition.

The sun is shining and the wind is beautiful.

Outskirts of Tokyo.

Surrounded by greenery on both sides, it is located on the highway deep in the mountains.

A black tennis bag on his back and wearing white and blue sportswear. Although his figure is considered tall, his face is still marching with some immature youths.

Soon, a dark giant door appeared in the youth’s field of vision.

Above the left and right of the iron gate.

Two cameras with red dots in the center of the lens are monitoring the area several meters in front of the iron gate.

As if able to perceive autonomously, the moment the young man’s eyes looked directly at the dark gate, the originally still surveillance camera suddenly spun.

The red dot in the center of the lens was quickly aimed at the young man precisely.

Almost the same instant.

The youth looked up.

His gaze is accurate to the red dot in the center of the lens.

“High-definition camera with infrared detection capability!”

“The tall iron gate!”

“Very familiar picture!”

Qing Young smiled, and at the same time scanned the surroundings with his peripheral vision. “But, in the woods, is the arrangement in the woods at 08 or the meeting ceremony?”

This young man is Shimura.

After explaining and explaining with his family, Shimura left home early in the morning.

His position at the moment is the main gate of U17.

Shimura continued on.

When the distance between Shicun and the iron gate was reduced to less than two meters.

The terminal position to which the monitoring probe is connected.

Inside a spacious office, a high-definition picture is playing on a screen, and the character in the center of the picture is Shimura on the move.

The front of the screen.

A middle-aged man with brown slightly curled shoulder-length hair, a strand of hair sliding down his forehead, and wearing a white suit, looks elegant but profound, is sitting.

His eyes were flashing dozens of screens at the same time.

There is a Shimura in each screen.

Back and forth.

Side front side back.

Everything in Shimura’s body was under the gaze of this profound man.

“he came!’

“It’s ready to start!

The profound man suddenly spoke.

“Shimurasuke”

“From the perspective of the camera, his muscle lines are indeed very good.”

Behind the long hair, a brown-haired man with his right hand was holding a dumbbell, and the eyes of a brown-haired man full of bronzed heads were also looking at the numerous screens.

suddenly.

Inside one of the screens, a gap suddenly appeared in the iron door that was originally closed, and a large amount of yellow-green light appeared inside the screen at the same time.

The front of the iron gate.

“Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!”

The sound rang.

In the woods on the left and right sides of Shimura, a large number of tennis balls suddenly rushed out, and each tennis ball pointed directly at Shimura who was standing outside the iron gate.

“Four directions.”

“Twenty serve machines!”

“Each serve machine can play tennis at a speed of 192.3 kilometers per hour. The feet, hands, back, and waist. These 20 tennis balls are aimed at 20 different positions outside of my head!”

Shimura whispered.

There was no surprise or fear in his eyes.

Before the twenty tennis balls rushed out of the woods, all the data of the fast-moving tennis balls had already surfaced in Shimura’s mind.

Step forward.

Move your body sideways.

Bend back at the waist.

“Shoo! Shoo! Shoo! Shoo!”

Above the abdomen.

The side of the calf.

Next to the arm.

A dozen tennis balls whizzed past Shicun.

Although the twenty tennis balls attacked from four directions formed a very tight attack network, they did not hit Shimura with a single tennis ball.

After an instant.

“Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang!”

All the tennis balls hit the opening iron gate, and the rebounded tennis ball did not hit Shimura.

Above the iron gate.

Around the serve machine in the dense forest.

The dot current inside a dozen high-definition monitors is moving at the same speed as light.

Move forward calmly.

Swift side flashes.

Flowing and flowing and just right down the waist.

All of Shimura’s actions were presented on the screen at the other end of the wire.

“I easily avoided twenty tennis balls without using racquet. Shimurasuke, his insight is very good, even better than what I saw in the data!”

“Didn’t he use his full strength in previous matches?’

“Or did he improve again?”

A deep man with brown curly hair.

“I finished the lower back in an instant. I avoided all the tennis balls just now, and his center of gravity has always been very stable. His reaction force, body flexibility, and balance are far beyond ordinary people!”

A man with bronzed muscles.

Kurobe Yukio.

U17 tactical coach.

Tsuge Ryūji.

U17 mixed coach.

Both of his eyes stopped for an instant.

Shimura was the first person in junior high school tennis to be discovered by Byōdōin Hōō and invited to join U17. U17 is one of the only players that U17 intends to invite this year.

Strong insight.

The physique exceeds the level of junior high school students.

The technical foundation is solid.

A certain degree of 767 development has been developed for mental power.

The evaluation given by Byōdōin Hōō is that the top elite high school students are enough to become a talented player who is an important battle force in Japan’s U17 World Cup this year.

At the Byodoin Temple, I got the consent of the third Mifūne Nyudō coach and planned to invite Shimura to U17, U17 began to collect Shimura’s information.

For Shimura’s performance in the national competition, the four U17 coaches all know about it. Among them, Kurobe and Tuzhi, who are now responsible for guarding the U17 training camp, are very clear.

But even so.

Both of them still felt shocked.

Avoiding a surprise attack of 20 tennis balls in an instant, this is not something that can be done with a strong insight, and a strong comprehensive foundation is needed.

And Shimura didn’t even use racquet.

Something like this

Even a player who can even hit ten goals can hardly do it.

“Unexpectedly strong!”

“I planned to put him in the back half first and let him play in individual substitution matches to hone his foundation. But now it seems that those low-level matches are no longer useful to him.”

Kurobe watched the picture on the screen repeatedly.

“Shimurasuke”

“Just let him join the No. 1 venue directly!

Kurobe made a decision.