Wang Wang's dream color

As the sun rises, the sun shines on the metallic surfaces of the building, reflecting dazzling colors.

Today is the seventh day of coming to the training center. The first stage of selection training has ended, and everyone has randomly generated an instant ranking according to the points.

They gathered in the training hall before, their code names and rankings were scrolling repeatedly on the screen in front of them, and a gentle and indifferent voice suddenly came from the radio above their heads.

"Today we will enter the final elimination stage of the rematch. Each of you will randomly generate an opponent, and each will play three games. The ten people with the highest winning percentage will become members of the Japanese team in the friendly match."

"Besides, the bottom ten players in the first stage will lose one by default. If they lose two games in the competition stage, they will be regarded as losing all three sets and eliminated. In the case of the same winning percentage, it is up to the coach to decide where to go. Keep."

As soon as the words fell, the roster distribution of the first match appeared on the big screen in front of everyone.

"The first match will be played in 10 minutes. Please arrive at the center court quickly to prepare for the warm-up."

After saying the last sentence, the broadcast was turned off, and the rest of the people looked at each other in blank dismay before walking out in twos and threes.

"What are you looking at?"

In the crowd, Izune walked to Sakurano, only to find that the person in front of her was staring at something in a daze, and when she looked around, she found only a group of scattered figures from behind.

"It's nothing."

Withdrawing her eyes from the lonely back who was going away, Sakura turned her head, with a faint smile on her lips.

"Let's go."

The court in the center of the training center is divided into three blocks, each relatively independent, with two courts, and the electronic sound on the side broadcast is scrolling the corresponding court for the first game of each player.

"No. 6-No. 13, two games in one district."

Just hearing her own code name, Sakurano separated from Deyin who had entered the third area, walked into the front of the field, and looked at the round-faced girl who was standing opposite her by chance with some surprise.

The two people standing on the other side of the court were something Sakura had never seen before, and she was a little surprised when she took a closer look. They were a pair of twins. Although their temperaments were completely different, their very similar facial features were eye-catching.

However, standing at both ends of the court at this time, it has become a cruel situation of "fraternal cannibalism".

"Win or lose in one set. In the first game, No. 13 serves."

After looking around, the game has already started.

Sato looked at the quiet girl standing opposite, the accidental "listening to the corner" a few days ago flashed through his mind, and he thought of the cruel rules he had just heard.

Being ranked outside the tenth place, I have already lost the wind, and I can't take every shot lightly.

Gathering his mind, Sato tossed the ball, and the warm orange light swayed softly, and she actually started the momentum at the very beginning.

The soft light and the ball track swirled across the half court, drawing a brisk trajectory and the sound of the wind.

Sakura pursed her lips, she didn't have any momentum, she only condensed a layer of light mask on the racket, and then went forward to counter the ball momentum of Sato who didn't know the secret.

Every golfer's ball gestures condense their years of practice and deepest fettering feelings, just like Shanze's ball gestures contain her obsession with her first name, which turns into "guardian".

Even if a small number of people are born with the talent of inheritance, like Sakura, and those mysterious "successors" in "Ghost Skull", their potential will change and grow, and their traits will also follow the fetters. The emergence of emotional deepening and transformation.

Swinging the racket head-on and hitting the brisk arc, Sakura frowned slightly, feeling a very novel or a sense of déjà vu.

What kind of ball potential...

She watched the orange light wrapping around the ball slightly wrapped around her spherical surface and then slowly climbed up her arms, without the slightest aggression, winding up softly and briskly...

Raising his hand and swinging the racket, the shot was quickly returned, but the soft orange light was still intimately wrapped around Sakurano's arm, and there was an increasing tendency to spread upwards.

But Ying Nao just frowned at the beginning, and then she didn't have a trace of rejection. She felt the long-lost lightness and joy in the back and forth with the opponent, and she didn't feel anything wrong at all. It's irresistible to fall into it.

In the eyes of onlookers, the duel between the two also fell into a strange atmosphere at this moment. The two did not seem to be fighting fiercely, as if they were just practicing...playing happily.

But it seemed to be just a seeming after all, the ultimate move emerged in a peaceful and happy atmosphere, the swift orange flashed past, split the faint light, and disappeared on the sidelines in an instant, Sato seized the opportunity to score in just a moment after the start.

But what is even more surprising is that after one point, Sakura still seems to be immersed in that strange pleasure, being separated by the flashing orange light one after another through the shallow protection, scoring consecutive points, and exhaling extremely quickly. Easily lost a round.

"In the second game, No. 6 serves."

The whistle sounded again, as if she had just pulled out of that weird intoxicated state, Sakura glanced at the dry shallow blood lines drawn by the opponent's ball on her arm, her eyes flashed, He pursed his lips tightly.

Sato's ball momentum is not very advanced, nor has it exceeded the level of condensate power, but.

Sakura raised her head, her hand holding Pat was slightly tight, there was something extremely attractive in her posture.

happy.

There was a strange ripple in the ink in Ying Nai's eyes. She raised her hand and watched the rising black fire ignite, slowly devouring the orange light wrapped around her arms.

Sato's ball is light and soft, very happy.

That was a long-lost feeling that made her very addicted.

The murderous intent condensed by "happiness" makes people feel a little...satisfied, and tastes the essence.

Sato looked at the clusters of black fire rising from the girl opposite, and his heart sank. Just sensing it from a distance made people feel terror and depression.

That is a much stronger force than her.

However, she sighed slightly, with a hint of helplessness on her face.

One step, can not retreat.

The giant palms wrapped in black flames rushed away with irresistible force. While suppressing the turbulent restlessness in her body, Sakura watched the weak orange light tremblingly enveloping Sato's body. The body makes the last resistance.

"boom!"

The huge palm is like a mountain, and it is a heavy slap!

Surprised by a loud noise and flying dust all over the place, Sakura looked at the faint light on the opposite side that had been lingering for a long time, and the corners of her tightly pursed lips were slightly loosened, showing a faint smile line.

"Happiness" is a rare and pure thing that is hard to keep.

Sakura watched the faint light slowly climb up gently under the heavy pressure and wrapped around the steaming giant palm of the black fire, twisting the fire into a light gray, only felt that her consciousness faltered for a moment away.

Really an interesting pose.

Ying Nao swung her racket again and covered her palm again, seeing the shimmering light that was struggling to lift up was suppressed again, struggling to survive.She smiled lightly, but in the situation where she was sure of winning, she felt an extremely empty sense of crisis.

Unknown panic was getting more and more full under the instigation of the devil's restless whispers in his heart, and a layer of mist filled the unaware corners of Ying Nao's eyes.

"What is 'R'?"

The question that was asked by Nanjiro suddenly sounded in my heart again.

Sakura narrowed her eyes. Although she didn't speak at that time, she had an answer in her heart.

"R" is Return, is Revenge.

Return, revenge.

That was the word she thought about the most when she woke up.

So the demon in her heart wanted to use her desire to surge through the shackles again and again and replace her.

Happy and pure.

That was the feeling she had been away for many years.

Misty mist rises and envelops the line of sight, Ying Nao has never noticed that the orange light with star spots on her arm has escaped from the engulfment of the black fire, or even if she notices it, she will not pay attention to it.

Seeing the soft and strong gleam that was still slowly swaying under the two heavy blows, the smile on the corner of Sakura's lips faded away, she withdrew the giant black fire palm that was pressing down on the gleam, and slightly closed her eyes.

When the black fire hit for the first time, Sato had already gritted her teeth and fell to her knees. The two times of heavy pressure made her a little dizzy. When the pressure suddenly disappeared, she was still a little dazed. He stared blankly at Sakurano who suddenly stopped moving.

Then, she suddenly had an ominous premonition.

That was the first time that Sakurano used almost full momentum after entering the training center.

The sound of the wind blowing through the fence made a "squeaky" sound, and the sounds of the game on other venues had disappeared...

Sato half-kneeled on the ground, staring at the fire and mist gushing out from behind Sakura with wide eyes, and a trace of uncontrollable fear slowly rose in his eyes.

The huge Black Fire Throne entangled with blooming flower vines was reflected on the field, and the turbulent black mist steamed up and curled up, and screamed that made people's eardrums hurt, competing with the black fire that burned everything rushing out...

Sakura closed her eyes halfway, and there was an ink-colored mist that was no longer suppressed in her eyes, forming a bottomless vortex.

She leaned on the throne, letting a huge shadow flash behind her, half-embracing her and slowly spreading the pure black demon wings.

The ferocious flower vines embraced the black fire and entangled the group of orange light that had been under heavy pressure for two times, and surrounded Sato who was already full of fear.

One hit kill!

Sakura closed her eyes halfway, seeing that the orange light emerging on the field was invaded and swallowed by the black mist, she raised her hand, and stopped the nightmarish mist from stretching out ferocious and devouring minions towards Sato, who was pale and fainted.

She stood up and raised her head, stared at the vaguely visible shadow for a moment, then opened her arms and let it rush back to her body wrapped in sea-like mist.

Did she make a deal with the devil?

The corners of the lips were pursed into a shallow, slightly different smile.

Dad...I am one with it.

If you lock it, you lock me.

You have the best intentions, but I'm in jail, so I'm going on a rampage... breaking out.

Sakura walked slowly to the sidelines, watching the fainted Sato being lifted out of the arena, and she woke up, but there was a trace of softness and purity that she admired for a long time in those eyes that were still filled with fear.

Joy... such an enchanting feeling.

She turned around, but suddenly met a pair of clear eyes that could not see clearly.

Slightly, Sakurano laughed and spoke silently.

Number 1 saw her mouth shape.

"Now... is it interesting?"

As she spoke, the lines of laughter on the corners of her lips faded.