The Prince of Tennis: Destroying Akutsu at the start

"Aren't you kidding me? Byodoin!"

Kurobe confirmed it with Byodoin very seriously.

It's no wonder he didn't believe it, after all, it's a bit too far-fetched for a junior high school student, or a first-year junior high school student, to have such strength.

"Do you think I'm joking?"

Byodoin snorted coldly, do these three coaches not believe their words?

"Forehead"

Kurobe was momentarily at a loss for words.

Indeed, Byodoin does not look like it is making fun of them.

Did Byodoin really meet a monster on this trip?

If what the Byodoin Institute said is true, genius is no longer enough to describe this little guy in the first grade of junior high school.

It might be more appropriate to use monsters.

"Then what do you mean?"

Saitozhi is very interested in Kimura Tsukasa. He can step into the realm of Asura Shinto at the age of first grade in junior high school, which is undoubtedly a very good seedling.

"Send him a special invitation letter and let him come to let the group of miscellaneous fish recognize himself."

Byodoin spoke out the thoughts in his mind. This is what he thinks is the best and most effective way to change the current situation of the stagnant pool in the U-17 training camp.

"This. We can't make the decision. I need to ask the head coach for instructions."

Kurobe hesitated for a moment but still didn't immediately agree.

Although he is also very interested in the gifted boys mentioned by the Byodoin Institute, their U-17 training camp has never had a precedent for recruiting junior high school students.

Not to mention a first-year junior high school player.

This kind of pioneering thing still needs to be approved by the head coach Mifune.

"Then you call that dead old man now!"

Byodoin frowned, sure enough, it was useless to find these three coaches.

In the end, I still had to find that dead old man in Houshan to make a decision.

Thinking of the days at Byodoin Temple in Houshan, I felt the scar on my forehead start to ache again. That dead old man didn't attack lightly or seriously.

His training is not easy.

now.

The cliff top of the heart on the back mountain.

A group of high school students in white vests are struggling to support.

Their swinging arms kept shaking, because the rackets in their hands were filled with lead.

"Hurry up, all of you! You bastards!"

The roar of the three boats entering the Tao echoed on the top of the mountain.

The high school students cheered up immediately after hearing the roar of the three boats entering the Tao, they knew very well that this old guy was not easy to mess with.

"It's really a group of miscellaneous fish!"

Mifune cast a disdainful glance at these high school students, none of these people could catch his eye.

If it weren't for the fact that there was no one else, he wouldn't have trained these miscellaneous fish.

These miscellaneous fish that are destined to have no future.

At this time, the phone in the cabin behind him rang.

"Don't let me be lazy, you trash fish. If I see you being lazy, you will know what will happen to you."

Mifune frowned slightly, and after leaving a word, he stepped on the ground barefoot and walked towards the cabin.

Immediately after Mifune's figure disappeared into the cabin, the movements of the high school students began to change, they were so tired.

I can hardly hold on anymore.

But none of them dared to stop, because they didn't know when the three boats would appear again.

"Hey!"

Mifune answered the phone, and Kurobe's voice came from the phone.

"Yeah. Since the guy from Byodoin is so optimistic about this brat, let's make an exception for him. I'll just send the invitation letter."

Sanchuan entered the road and then hung up the phone.

In fact, he had heard the name Kimura Division from his master long before this.

In the words of his master, this may be a little guy who will change the Japanese tennis world.

Not at all inferior to Echizen Minamijiro back then, even worse.

If this little guy really has this strength, then so what if he sets this precedent.

After all, they are a U-17 training camp here, as long as they are under the age of 17, they are eligible.

The first grade of middle school is obviously younger than 17 years old.

The next day.

In the mailbox in front of the temple where the old man is, there is an extra gold-plated letterhead.

Mifune's move into Taoism was extremely fast, and an invitation letter was sent to Secretary Kimura the next day.

The reason why he told Kurobe that he was asked to send the invitation letter was because he knew that Kimura Division was living with his teacher now.

morning.

After returning from morning exercise outside, Kimura Si saw a bronzing letter placed in front of his father.

The words of the Japanese U-17 training camp above are conspicuous to everyone.

"this is!"

Kimura Division's eyes lit up, could it be? !

"You go, I have already taught you what I should teach you. Now you should gain a lot from going to this place."

The old man said calmly after taking a sip of the tea in his hand.

If Kimura hadn't stepped into the realm of Asura Shinto, then the father would not have suggested that Kimura go to Mifune.

After all, the U-17 camp coached by Imito Mifune is to select players who are good enough to conquer the world, and it is just a waste of effort to go there without the strength.

But it is different now.

After stepping into the Ashura Shinto, Kimura Tsukasa is quite different from before, and now he is qualified to see the scenery of the world.

"Yes!"

Secretary Kimura was very excited. The U-17 training camp is a place where masters emerge in large numbers.

I don't know what the current U-17 training camp is like.

Mifune's movements were fast, and Kimura Division's movements were also fast.

That afternoon he took the tram to the location of U-17.

The scenery along the way is very pleasant, but Kimura Division has no thoughts at all.

All he can think about now is the U-17 training camp.

When the tram arrived, Secretary Kimura squeezed into the crowd with his tennis bag on his back.

Also included with the invitation is a map, a map showing how Kimura can get to the U-17 training camp.

After opening the map and looking at it, Kimura Division quickly ran between the cities.

He couldn't wait.

The U-17 training camp is hidden in the deep mountains and forests, and the quietness of the deep mountains in the evening is terrifying.

Except for the whistling wind, there was only the creaking sound of Kimura Si stepping on the dead branches on the ground.

After walking for a while in the forest, a huge metal gate can be vaguely seen through the gap between the trees.

Kimura Division was shocked, he knew that he had arrived.

The metal door opened to both sides in response, and there was a deep passage inside.

After Kimura Division stepped into the gate, the gate behind him closed with a bang, startling a burst of birds.

"Let's go, it's time to meet our little friend."

Inside the small black house.

Kurobe stood up shaking his body, he couldn't wait to meet the junior high school student who made the training camp a great start for him.