Tennis: One-on-one with the villain master, Kaido starts

At the moment of swinging the racket!

An unusually large spiritual energy wave shot out from Aizen's body and spread around the court.

Aizen was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating waves of light blue spiritual ripples in the small court.

When the spiritual ripples passed through Irie's body, the sound of glass breaking rang in his ears and kept echoing.

Then, a strong sense of palpitations surged into his heart.

It was only a moment before Irie returned to normal.

He stared at Aizen's serve, which had hardly improved at all, with a sneer on his face.

He was ready to use all his strength to teach this coach who had spoken so freely after knowing him for less than two days a lesson.

Let the other party realize the consequences of angering a performing artist!

'Bang——'

Irie ran quickly towards the incoming ball. His speed was so fast that a wave of afterimages followed him.

While running, his eyes were fixed on Aizen.

After a few rounds of observation, Irie has found the rhythm of Aizen's batting.

'Bang——'

He swung the racket in one go.

The force and speed of this ball were several times more than Irie's just now. It was as loud as thunder and as fast as lightning.

The tennis ball turned into a cannonball, wrapped in anger, and rushed towards Aizen!

Facing the incoming ball, Aizen looked suspicious, quickened his pace, and ran towards the right field.

But, it was just a little bit short!

While running, Aizen stretched out his arms, and the racket was suspended straight in the air, wanting to hit back.

But the tennis ball went straight, along the wooden frame of the racket net, and passed by.

With a 'bang——' sound, it hit the ground heavily, shaking up a cloud of dust.

"GAME, Irie Kanata scored, 15:0."

Score!

After three rounds of crushing, Irie let go of his restraints and scored his first point in Aizen's serve.

Irie stood in the middle of the court, raised his racket and pointed it at Aizen, and shouted loudly with a firm look in his eyes.

"Teacher Aizen! You shouldn't belittle my performance!"

"For me, acting is more important than tennis!"

At this time, Irie's voice was steady and his eyes were firm. He wanted to use the racket in his hand to break Aizen's prejudice!

"Go on! Coach Aizen!"

Hearing the referee's whistle, Irie returned to his defensive position again, keeping a close eye on Aizen's every move.

'Bang——'

'Dong——'

'Pah——'

Irie, who was in the state, played back and forth with Aizen. No matter where Aizen wanted to hit the tennis ball, Irie could see through his mind.

Run to the path where the tennis ball is flying in advance and be ready to intercept.

The score was also getting closer little by little in Irie's crazy pursuit.

"GAME, Irie Kanata scores, 30:0."

"GAME, Aizen Sosuke scores, 30:15."

"GAME, Irie Kanata scores, 40:0."

......

Half an hour later.

"Hu——"

"Hu——"

Irie, who had just completed a net volley, stood in front of the net, panting.

As time passed, the sun was hanging in the sky, and the hot sun made the sweat on Irie's face sparkle.

"The score has come to 5:4. As long as I win one more ball, I can beat Coach Aizen!"

Irie's mentality is completely different now. What a player comparable to Echizen Nanjiro is just like this!

On the tennis court, there is no distinction between coaches and students.

Only the winner has the right to speak!

"Hmph——"

Irie snorted coldly, straightened his back, and looked at Aizen, who was also tired on the opposite side.

A sudden look!

This so-called coach Aizen is just an ordinary person.

"If it weren't for the persuasion of Coach Saito and the demon, how could I have become your disciple!"

For Irie, the result is everything. He is a realist with a dark personality and superb acting skills.

He has used the tennis racket in his hand to prove that the so-called famous coach on the opposite side is just a flower stand.

"Senior Irie, come on!"

"Irie defeated Aizen! I think these coaches are just flower stands."

"The group of people that head coach Mifune found are just devils who can only torture us."

...

Mori's cheering, the roar of the demon, the shouting of Tokugawa...

sounded in Irie's ears!

He looked at the demons sitting in the waiting area. The other party stood up, raised their arms in his direction, and shouted loudly to encourage themselves.

"Everyone! In half an hour, this game will be over!"

Irie smiled and went to the waiting areaSeveral people in the area waved their hands.

He now wished that he could finish the game quickly so that he could rush to the other side of the court and expose the opponent's false face.

Bullshit famous teacher coach!!!

‘Beep——’

The referee's whistle sounded, and Irie turned and walked towards his serving baseline.

As he walked, he muttered.

“It seems that the ghosts and the others have also seen that Aizen is a show-off!”

“You scare me with the sword light, torture me by wearing dozens of kilograms of weights, and belittle my acting skills in the game and lecture me!”

Unconsciously, Irie's mood has changed!

He no longer has awe for Aizen, but only the confidence and arrogance of defeating his opponent in the game!

Now it's his serving game!

Standing at the serving baseline, Irie threw the racket in his hand high, bent his knees, and tightened his calf muscles.

With a sound of “Ha——”, he exhaled the turbid air in his chest and jumped high.

His sight was always on Aizen, always seeing through his opponent's mind.

"Did the consecutive games give you the illusion that I would always attack the left side?"

"I'll attack your weak spot on the right!"

"As long as you get one more ball, you'll lose!"

Irie saw through Aizen's mind. He was very confident in his insight, and every move was full of energy.

The tennis ball slowly fell from mid-air!

The racket also drew a beautiful arc in the air as Irie twisted his muscles.

'Bang——'

The moment the net touched the racket, it burst out with great power, like a falling meteor, falling towards Aizen's backcourt.

Aizen stared at the ball flying higher and higher, and suddenly turned around and ran towards the backcourt.

But, he was one step too late!

With a 'bang', the tennis ball hit the bottom line of the court heavily.

"Win!"

Hearing the crisp sound of the tennis ball falling to the ground, Irie shouted excitedly, opened his arms, raised them to the air, and held the racket in his hand high.

At this moment, he faced the sky with his eyes closed!

Prepare to enjoy the audience's screams and shouts for the winner!

Ten seconds!

Twenty seconds!

Thirty seconds!

...

The referee did not announce the score, and the expected screams and shouts did not sound.

Irie even felt that there was no wind in his ears, and he suddenly realized something.

He opened his eyes suddenly!

Everything around was pitch black!

No court!

No audience!

In the darkness, a light blue light slowly emerged, and a familiar voice pierced Irie's mind like a sharp sword.

"My dear disciple, when did you have the illusion that you could defeat me!"

......