[Net King] Unparalleled Lucky

Bu Er is a little troubled now.

In terms of body management, even if Yuta no longer threatens and lures Yuta to help drink the milk every day, the height does not seem to have changed much.

In terms of tennis skills, the amount of training has also gone up a level compared to the previous self, but this kind of thing really needs to be done step by step. Without long-term accumulation, the rate of improvement will not increase too much.

Perhaps the triple counterattack can indeed be used now, but it is much easier to counterattack in terms of strength and skills.And if even the most basic triple counter attack can't reach the pass line, then the subsequent counter attack can only use a similar semi-finished product.

But the pride of genius prevents him from using half-baked skills to fight, and the only thing that can quickly improve himself in a short period of time is... mental power.

It's not that the tricks of mental power are easy, but because since rebirth, the starting point of Fuji's mental power is much higher than that of his peers. However, he used to be a skillful player and didn't know how to use mental power tricks. It's like having a golden mountain in vain but not being able to use it.

What he needs most at the moment is to find an opponent with spiritual power, and discover his potential in the challenge.

Suddenly, a familiar face appeared in Fuji's mind.

"JR competition..."

Fuji put on the last light sports coat and looked at the bright sunshine outside the window.

Today... is the final day of the JR Tennis Tournament.

It was also the beginning of Sanada's obsession with Tezuka three years later.Thinking of the serious Sanada wearing a hat and the cold Tezuka three years later, I unconsciously think of my close friends in the plant group who have the same interests as me.

Bu Er raised a smile, suddenly full of anticipation for today.

"Kakigizaka Tennis Park...ah, here."

It was already 11:30 when Buer arrived, and the award presentation was over.

He looked at the handsome boy with iris-purple half-long hair on the lawn, wearing a coat and lowering his head to pack his tennis bag. Although he was holding two trophies, the resolute boy who was still depressed followed silently behind him, unconsciously smiling again.Yukimura Seiichi, son of God, and Emperor Genichiro Sanada, did they already get along in this way at such an early age?

Yukimura, who planned to return to Kanagawa after lunch in Tokyo, noticed Fuji's gaze not far away earlier than Sanada, who was absent-minded after losing the game.

Broken chestnut hair, fair face.Standing against the light, the smiling face with squinted eyes has a reassuring affinity.

——He intuited that the boy was watching him.

"Minami Shonan Elementary School sixth grade, Yukimura Seichi." Unknowingly, Yukimura walked towards the smiling boy.

Seeing the kite-purple-haired boy approaching against the light, and the immature but still indistinguishable beauty from the future, he couldn't help thinking that he once complained to himself that he was recognized as a girl when he was a child. With a sad expression, he couldn't help but smile even wider.

"Sixth grade at Qingchuntai Primary School, Fuer Zhouzhu. Nice to meet you."

Yukimura glanced at the tennis bag behind Fuji, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Fuji-kun likes tennis?"

"It's not as good as Yukimura-kun." When it comes to liking, he, who once gave up tennis, will never be as good as you who said "tennis is me" in the hospital bed, let alone the one who has gone through surgery again and again in the future And recovery, you who have been reborn after struggling in despair.

Seeing through Yukimura's immature face now, Fuji's eyes were a little dazed.

The corner of Yukimura's lips curled up. With such an answer, it seems that he knows himself well?And his eyes... Through himself, who is he thinking about?

I feel that the boy opposite is more interesting than I imagined.

Tezuka, who came running, faced the tennis court where the game had ended. After being reminded by the staff, he hesitated and walked towards Sanada.

"Are you the champion of this competition?" Tezuka, who missed the game because he was lost, looked at Sanada who was packing his tennis bag, and easily saw the golden trophy. His eyes lit up, and he immediately wrote the challenge book: " Compete with me!"

"Hmm, Yukimura-kun's companion seems to have encountered a challenge." Fuji winked at Yukimura and gestured.

"Sanada will take care of it." Yukimura turned his head and looked at the two people who were chatting behind him, as if he really had nothing to do with the champion.

"Yukimura is really confident in Sanada-kun."

"Sanada's level is far above that of his peers." There was no positive answer to Fuji, and Yukimura did not express any objection to Fuji's omission of honorifics, "Fuji knows that challenger?"

"Well, it feels like someone I will meet in the future." Fuji gave Yukimura a plausible answer, "Because my instinct tells me that maybe that person will win."

Yukimura looked at the two people who had already walked to the court without any trace, and his gaze quietly swept over Tezuka: "It seems that Fuji is also very confident in that person."

Without answering Yukimura's words, Fuji watched the upcoming game with great interest.

Well, this was Sanada's first obsession with Tezuka.

The boy standing on the tennis court, with brown and black hair exuding fighting spirit, was blocked by thin lenses. He was wearing white clean and meticulous sportswear, and he still had a stern and cold face.

This is not the Tezuka who silently endured his arm injury by his senior one year later, nor the Tezuka who knelt down on the field after three years of old injury relapse, and it is not the Tezuka who sacrificed himself again and again for the future of Qing Xue ...

Now Tezuka, facing the scorching sun at noon, is healthy and perfect.

...Hey, I see you again, Tezuka Kunimitsu.

"One set. Sanada serves."

Throw the ball, bend your knees, swing the racket.

"Snapped--"

Whether it is strength or endurance, Sanada is outstanding among his peers.

The 12-year-old Genichiro Sanada has excellent physical fitness, which makes his tennis more emphasis on strength. Compared with him who has experienced the profound meaning of swordsmanship in the future, the application of skills is actually a weak point.His swing is extremely fast because of the application of drawing the sword. Compared with the time it takes for ordinary people to aim, it is a negligible step for Sanada.

This kind of serve and return will really put a lot of pressure on opponents with poor psychological quality in the game.Buer thought lightly.

"I won this game!" Sanada looked at the opponent who was still indifferent, and his subordinates put in a little more force.

Following Sanada's smash, a powerful side spin slammed into the front court of the tennis court.

"Gamewinby Sanada, 1-0."

"Are you going to start?"

Looking at the tennis ball in Tezuka's hands on the field, Fuji's familiarity with Tezuka for many years made him understand that the boy he once looked up to was going to be serious.

Tezuka serves.

Following the end of the words, Tezuka threw the tennis ball in his hand and swung his racket——

"Snapped--"

"Is that all there is to it?"

Bottom line ball!Sanada frowned, ignoring the unnatural feeling in his heart, ran, and fought back.

"Hey..." The strong rotation increased the gravity of his racket.

Is it a protracted game relying on spin and sidelines?In terms of endurance... Sanada looked at his opponent, just like this, but it was not enough to defeat him.

If you only have this level, I won this game!Tezuka's covered eyes were bright and scorching at that moment.

Chance Ball!

Go online, sidehand, counter-cut.

"...Zero slice."

"15-0!"

"Zero chop..." It turned out that Tezuka had such a technique so early on.

"Nice short volley. Perfect spin." Yukimura, who was watching, began to take a little seriously.This kind of technology... He looked aside, still looking calm, and began to look forward to it in his heart.

"Gamewinby Tezuka 1-1."

"However, Tezuka-kun can't use that zero-style slice too many times in a game." Yukimura quickly discovered the burden on the elbow of this slice.Although it is a perfect technique, if it cannot be used in official competitions, it does not seem to be very useful.

"Should we make a bet?" Fuji looked at Yukimura's unwavering confidence in Sanada in the face of this match, thought for a while, and said, "I think Tezuka-kun will win."

As an opponent of spiritual power, who else can be competent among the teenagers besides Yukimura?

And now he is extremely eager to be able to play a game against such an opponent.

"Then, I really hope that Sanada will not disappoint my expectations of him." Yukimura did not refuse, and said with a smile.

Don't even ask about the bet?Sure enough, it was Seiichi Yukimura who was extremely confident.

"Gamewinby Tezuka 3-3."

Sure enough, the burden on the elbow is too heavy.Feeling the pressure of his elbow, Tezuka looked at Sanada, who was still on the offensive, and pursed his lips.

What an exciting opponent.So in this game, that trick... can be realized.

The whizzing trajectory of the tennis ball merged into countless clear lines in Tezuka's eyes, and he perfected his spin little by little, and kept hitting back.In the seemingly peaceful exchanges, turbulent waves gradually hide.

As the game continued, Sanada gradually realized that all his catches were now on the sideline.

Even so, the opponent's physical strength must be declining faster than his physical strength... Sanada hit the tennis ball back hard again and looked at the opposite person.

Suddenly his eyes widened.

"The tennis balls... all spin in one place!"

"Are you controlling the rotation angle and strength of the opponent's return ball through the rotation and strength of the ball you hit?" Yukimura closed his eyes, such an opponent... Even I am starting to envy you, Sanada.

Bu Er was also surprised.He didn't expect that Yukimura at this time could see through Tezuka's domain so quickly.

Should it be said that he really deserves to be the Son of God?Thinking about it, looking at the match between Tezuka and Sanada, fighting spirit flashed in his eyes.

"Fuji, it looks like you're going to win our bet. I'm really looking forward to our match." Yukimura opened his eyes and smiled at Fuji, the purple eyes were also burning with a strong flame of fighting spirit.

Be seen through.

Bu Er pursed his lips and smiled indifferently.

"Gamewinby Tezuka 5-4."

"Damn it!" Sanada's sweat dripped down along with his violent breathing.Except for Yukimura, no one has ever pushed him to such a desperate situation!

The cool boy with brown hair on the opposite side was still so strategic, across the tennis court, that kind of aura... made him think that the opponent he was facing was Yukimura Seiichi countless times.

He... he won't lose!

"15-0!"

With the burning of faith in his heart, the white mist gradually rose with Sanada's serve.

More tricky returns, faster serves... Facing the physical exhaustion at the end of the game, his will will not let himself fall.

"Selfless Realm." Although his physical and mental strength are consumed quickly in the Selfless Realm, as long as he persists through the last round, it will be the end of his game!

"Is there no self state?" Tezuka's expression remained unchanged, even though the tennis racket in his hand was thrown out violently due to excessive strength.

The same white color swept across the whole body, and countless airflows followed the flow of air into the eyes that had no waves. He clenched the racket again, and the tennis ball that broke through the speed once again flew to the opposite court in an instant——

"Gamewinby Tezuka 6-4."

The last ball...is it above the realm of selflessness, the limit of thousands of trials?

Sanada gripped the racket tightly, such a person, even with Yukimura, would have the power to fight, right?

However, he will deal with those who beat him one by one!

"You are very strong." Sanada, who was shaking hands, had a gleam of determination for victory in his eyes, "But next time, I will not lose."

"Ah. I'm looking forward to it." Tezuka's pursed lips slowly hooked up, showing a smile that couldn't be a smile.