Prince of Tennis: A tennis legend that started from signing in

Chapter 102: Young men like eagles, Sanada vs. Mori

The words fell.

For an instant.

Onijūjiro, Mori Hisaburo, Yamato Yuta, and Nakagawa Naigaimichi were all stunned.

Let’s not talk about whether this is a bit of bullying the weak.

This scene alone is definitely an act of favoritism and corruption.

just.

Mifune Nyudo seemed to be completely unaware of the gazes of the four people.

[With a gaze like an eagle and a tenacious character, he didn't flee from the eagle but instead treated it as food...]

【What a great group of young people! 】

no doubt.

At this moment, he actually just wanted to see what level the people in Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School had reached.

After all, the eagle cannot be resurrected once it is dead. It is dead and no matter how much you make a fuss, you cannot change the result.

Moreover, how could he, who had lived an upright life for half his life, allow the rest of his life to be tainted by the stigma of favoritism and corruption?

"Okay."

"I just hope that you will admit your mistake when the time comes."

Kitagawa did not hesitate too much about Mifunerudo's request. He just grinned and agreed very readily.

To tell the truth.

Beichuan had originally been thinking about having a game at the end of this training session.

Look at how much everyone at Rikkai University Junior High School has grown.

Free labor is delivered right before your eyes.

How could he not accept it?

"Yukimura, Sanada..."

"Is this junior brother a little bit mentally ill?"

"See that tall, rugged red-haired guy?"

"That's the hellish goalkeeper from Pitch 5 of the Neon U-17 training camp. He's said to have the strength to lift a ton of rock, and he's a player with incredible power who can shatter an opponent's wrist with a single strike."

"That bespectacled gangster on the right is known as the Tennis Robot of Heaven and Earth, and rumor has it he's Oni Jujiro's nemesis! He has incredible ball control, capable of hitting the corners over 300 times in a match."

"You should also recognize the guy on the left. He's the former captain of the Seigaku Tennis Club, Yamato Yuta. Although his injury hasn't healed yet, his skills are quite terrifying. Also, it seems like he'll be quitting tennis completely soon."

Although Mori Jusaburo did not understand Kitagawa's actions.

But still, based on the idea that he had once been a member of the Rikkai University Affiliated Junior High School tennis club, he conveyed the effective information in a concise manner.

"gross profit!"

Looking at his own players passing information to the opponent, Mifune Nyudo snorted coldly.

His eyes flashed with danger.

All of a sudden.

Mori Jusaburo was like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

He went back there obediently.

"Abei, you lose."

"From now on, it's all written off!"

When Kitagawa turned around, Kirihara Akaya said happily.

He even thought that from the beginning to the end, whether it was the eagle or the old man, they were all live projects arranged by Beichuan.

“This isn’t my job.”

"Besides, everyone ate eagle meat."

"So we are accomplices."

"If someone loses the next game."

"Then... hehe..."

"As for the arrangements for the departure personnel this time, I'll trouble you, Senior Lian Er."

Kitagawa stretched out his hand and flicked Kirihara Akaya's head right between his eyebrows.

Then he spoke in a deep voice to everyone with a slightly serious expression.

"The opponents are all high school players from the Neon U-17 training camp."

"Although it is very likely that Mr. Maori will let the game go."

"But if we want a complete victory, it still depends mainly on Senior Onijushirou and Senior Nakagawa Naigaimichi."

After hearing this, he nodded.

Yanagi Renji began to analyze quickly.

"maybe."

"Even though Maori-senpai said that out of alumni affection, he's not the same when it comes to tennis."

"As for Senior Yamato Yuta, I'm sure he'll attack with all his strength. Besides, his opponent is a skilled player. Even with old injuries, his strength won't be much weaker."

After pondering for a moment.

Genichirō Sanada said seriously.

"Junior Kitagawa, I'll leave Kijujiro-senpai to you."

"Yukimura, I'll leave Nakagawa Naigaimichi-senpai to you."

"Sanada, you will handle Mori-senpai."

"As for what Yamato Yuta-senpai is saying, I'll do it."

Yanagi Renji looked at the group of people not far away, frowned slightly and started to make arrangements.

After saying this.

"Eh?"

"And me?"

Kirihara Akaya, the big tabby cat, came back to his senses at this time and asked with a rather silly look, tilting his head.

"You go against Head Coach Mifune."

"You are Rikkai University's ace~"

Niou Masaharu tried hard to hold back his laughter and pointed out a 'bright way' to Kirihara Akaya.

"If that's the case."

"Then there's no way."

"But I'm worried that the old man might try to scam me."

Listening to the other party's words, Kirihara Akaya almost felt like he was floating.

Although I muttered a few words.

But this guy immediately walked towards Mifune Nyudo with a racket in his hand.

"Old man, senior."

"I'll fight you!"

As soon as these words fell.

The whole audience was dumbfounded.

Then came the sounds of stifled laughter.

"..."

Looking at the rebellious and confident Kirihara Akaya, Mifune Nyudo really felt numb.

Isn't this bullying the old man?

Once upon a time, he was the one who bullied the little kids.

This is retribution in this life.

"I surrender."

Mifunerudo didn't even bother to raise his eyelids.

Just snort coldly.

He really suspected that he was just an idiot who didn't listen to him at all.

Too lazy to argue with the other party, just interrupt the spell directly.

"Kirihara come back!"

Genichirō Sanada raised his hands to cover his face, looking as if he couldn't bear to watch, and shouted loudly at the first moment.

After a while.

Both the culprit and the victim were punished with an iron fist.

"hehe......"

"Coach Mifune, I'll go first."

He smiled slightly awkwardly.

Maori Juzaburo volunteered to Mifune Nyudo.

"If you dare to release the water, you'll be prepared to stay here."

He was about to take a sip of wine when he remembered the long-dead Mifune Nyudo, gritted his teeth, and threatened in a deep voice.

"Hey......"

"My fellow juniors, I can hardly protect myself~"

In self-pity and self-blame.

Maori Jusaburo walked to the side of the simple tennis court next to him.

at the same time.

Genichirō Sanada also walked out from the crowd.

At this moment, his eyes were flashing with excitement and fighting spirit.

I have expectations for my own growth, and I also have expectations for Hisaburo Mori.

Not long after.

The two of them looked at each other across the net.

"You're really full of fighting spirit~"

Looking at Genichirō Sanada opposite him, Hisaburo Mori couldn't help but sigh.

But there was a flash of the same light in his eyes.

"Isn't it the same for Maori-senpai?"

Adjusting his baseball cap, Genichirō Sanada asked back with a burning gaze.

"Because I can witness the flapping of a chick's wings~"