Tennis: Big Man In Rikkai, Hands In Pockets

"Can I take your behavior as a provocation against us?"

Atobe spoke silently.

There was a hint of anger in his tone.

Just imagine.

You and your friend were talking about something, but someone interrupted you for no reason.

And this person who interrupted.

He also committed an attack on you.

It is impossible for anyone to be without anger at all.

What's more, Atobe is always proud.

He is an angry young man and never likes anyone.

"Well...it doesn't matter how you understand it."

Bud shrugged, not too scared.

“I finally got to Japan and it was impossible for me to go back without playing a game.

"I came all the way from Borneo, and I have long heard that your Japan team is a strong player this year. How could you be so willing to be the singles?"

"Since we are already singles two, why don't we play a single game?"

Yukimura didn't understand the Borneo man's logic.

From his perspective.

This Bud is crazy and always feels like his brain is not normal.

It gives people an inexplicable sense of fear.

Like an abnormal person who escaped from a mental hospital, his mood is unstable and he may go crazy at any time.

"Tomorrow's two doubles and one singles can already beat you. In the second singles, will I still have a chance to play???"

Bud said matter-of-factly.

Say this.

Atobe and Yukimura's expressions turned cold, understanding what he meant.

Tomorrow Japan team will be defeated by Borneo team 3-0.

"Unfortunately, the last person who said this was taken away by us 3-0."

“It’s the Kimchi National Team that has been very popular in the international tennis community in recent days.

Yukimura replied.

"That's why I said, I want to see your experience."

Bud raised an eyebrow and looked at Yukimura challengingly.

Signaling him to fight back.

"Yukimura, do you want to fight? If not, I will fight."

beside.

Atobe said with a dark face.

After being provoked by this guy from Borneo for so long, he could no longer suppress his anger.

If it's just one goal and the opponent is just testing, Atobe doesn't mind letting the opponent see their strength.

"You come and play."

Yukimura's calmness still took over his mind, and he gave the chance to counterattack the ball to Atobe.

"Uncle, admit your mistake!!!!"

Atobe was also unequivocal. He took the tennis ball handed over by Yukimura and quickly hit a serve with lightning speed.

There is no court.

There is no standard for out.

There is no scoring either.

This ball was Chi Guoguo's attack ball, flying towards the opponent.

"Phew! Serve so fast!!"

"It's hard to imagine that you are a junior high school student."

"I thought that at this age, only our team had this level."

Faced with Atobe's goal, Bader was surprised, but he responded with ease.

He quickly dodged, and then hit the ball back with his body in an extremely weird posture. He bowed and bent his arms downward at a weird right angle.

“You can also return the ball with this posture??”

Atobe was secretly surprised.

He had never seen such a weird way of returning the ball, and he was really frightened.

For a normal person, after such a torment, the waist would have protruded or broken.

"This guy's body seems to be unusually soft.

“Is it the ancient yoga of Borneo??”

Atobe quickly associates the characteristics of Borneo from Bader's origin.

There are players like Bader who combine their own unique skills.

For example, Hiyoshi's [Following Offensive Stick], which is based on ancient martial arts, and Kite's [Shutchi Technique], which is based on Okinawa martial arts. These are the fusion of players' unique skills and tennis.

The Bard in front of him should be a fusion of ancient yoga and tennis to form this special batting posture.

It's not a strange thing,

After simply understanding the principle, Atobe did not hesitate.

He took a step back easily, widening the distance between him and the tennis ball.

at the same time.

His eyes began to focus, and his pupils emitted colorful phantom light.

In an instant.

Bard, who was standing opposite, was caught by this gaze, and his body suddenly shook.

X-rays reflected by human bones appeared in Atobe's eyes.

"I saw it, your blind spot!"

Too much! Too much!!"

"You have nowhere to hide!!!"

Atobe's tone gradually became excited.

racquet waved.

The tennis ball aimed at the red spot on Bud's arm joint and flew away.

this angle.

It is impossible for the other party to fight back!

The human body simply cannot react this way.

"Score."

Atobe's eyes showed confidence.

But the next second.

His body suddenly froze, his smile stopped abruptly, and his eyes showed disbelief.

"Is this guy a human? Or..."

Atobe saw an extremely horrifying scene.

I saw Bud across from him. When the tennis ball flew to his side, his body really couldn't move.

But his eyes accurately captured the tennis ball, and his eyes followed the trajectory of the tennis ball.

when the tennis ball had appeared behind him.

The joint of his arm that was originally raised fell off!!

…Please give me flowers…

Yes!

As if performing a magic trick, the arm bones suddenly broke.

And Bud relied on the inertia of the arm joint falling off to bring Racquet downward!

At the same time that the racquet was in contact with the tennis ball, the joints that had fallen off seemed to have regained their strength, and they could hit the tennis ball that was originally impossible to catch.

Use a more appropriate way of speaking.

Bard is like a cartilaginous man. His bones can rotate 180 degrees beyond ordinary people's imagination, and he still retains the strength of a normal person.

This means.

Any of Atobe's blind-angle attacks would have no effect on this man with weird bones.

The insight that Atobe is proud of has become a shackle that requires more thinking and consideration. Every time Atobe projects the dead center position from an ordinary person's perspective, it becomes a position that needs to be avoided.

Because for this Bard who is different from ordinary people, ordinary dead points are not dead points at all.

This is so unscientific!

"Damn it! What kind of monster is this guy?"

"One Piece Luffy live-action version?"

Atobe gritted his teeth and complained, hurriedly ran back, and caught the ball the moment it hit the ground.

"In that case......"

"Try this!!"

Since the dead center attack has no way to work, he is welcome.

A chop.

The tennis ball turned into a sharp ice pick and flew toward Bud's chest with a flash of cold air.

Bud was startled by this.

He had no time to fight back, so he had to dodge first. He turned over flexibly, and the ice pick rubbed his scalp and hit the barbed wire fence. He landed smoothly.

"Sure enough, there are people in Japan who have reached [Kuga no Realm], which is really getting more and more interesting.

Bud turned around and glanced at the tennis ball embedded in the barbed wire fence, and his interest was instantly ignited.

He wanted to continue.

A voice came from the entrance, stopping him to attention.

"Bud...do you want to go to hell...?"

The childish and thin voice made Bud freeze, with a look of horror on his face.

He turned around and after seeing the person clearly, his face became a little stiff.

"Lord Brahma Brahma..."

evening.