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

Witnessed by Hayata, Chiba, and Kaido, Toyama Kintaro and Yuichiro made a bet.

Toyama Kintaro won the championship in the National Elementary School Competition, Yuichiro walked upside down.

Hayata shook his head helplessly at Yuichiro's behavior.

"Yuichiro, why are you competing with a kid?"

"Master, I just can't stand children who brag. Tennis is a serious sport. Besides, do you really believe that this kid can win the National Elementary School Tennis Competition?"

Hayata didn't know whether he believed it or not, but Yuichiro didn't believe it anyway.

"Let's go back to the gym! This kid has gone astray."

"Train Kentaro well, and then teach this kid a lesson in the competition."

......

Here, in Chiba Gymnasium.

After Toyama Kintaro paid his respects to Teacher Kaido, he began professional tennis training.

In the entire gym, in addition to four tennis courts, there are also places dedicated to physical training and strength training.

Time is running out, and there are less than two months left before the National Primary School Student Competition.

Kaido chose to start training Kintaro directly.

In the internal training place, Kaido took Kintaro Toyama to stand in the practice place covered with soft cushions.

"Boy, a tennis player must first have a racket of his own. Choose one from the above."

Kaido pointed to a row of rackets of various colors hanging on the wall and said to Kintaro.

"Boy, choose carefully. You must remember that tennis players will not easily change their tennis rackets."

"A good tennis racket may accompany you for many years of tennis career."

Kintaro looked at the row of rackets hanging on the wall and asked curiously.

"Teacher Kaido, how long have you used your tennis racket?"

"Ten years!"

"Ten years?"

Kintaro exclaimed.

"This is my second racket, and it has been with me until now."

Kaido's words made Kintaro ponder in his heart, and he glanced at the rackets hanging on the wall.

Finally, he fixed his eyes on a golden and red racket.

"I choose that one, Mr. Kaido."

"Are you sure?" Kaido asked.

"I'm sure!"

Kintaro looked at the golden and red tennis racket, and an inexplicable connection arose in his heart.

Maybe this is telepathy.

"Okay, kid, pick up your racket and follow me!"

Kaido took Kintaro to the court and gave him basic tennis training.

"Kid, what do you think is the first step to learn to play tennis?" Kaido asked.

"The first step?" Kintaro lowered his head and thought for a moment.

Then he said, "It is to hit a tennis ball with strong rotation."

In the game with Aoi Kentaro, Kintaro lost points several times because he could not cope with the strong rotation of the tennis ball.

Playing tennis must be about learning techniques that can score points!

Kaido shook his head and disagreed with Kintaro's answer.

"First, you have to learn how to hold the racket."

"Hold the racket? What's so good about that?"

Kintaro obviously disagreed with this answer. Isn't tennis just about hitting the ball back so that the opponent can't receive it?

"Kid, every strong tennis player must have mastered the most basic tennis skills to the extreme."

"Holding the racket is the most basic of tennis skills. The quality of the grip can directly affect a tennis player's strength and performance in the game."

"A good grip can not only enhance the strength of a tennis player's serve and stroke, but also avoid the reduction of the power of the stroke."

"The most important thing is that if a person uses the wrong grip for a long time, the wrist may even cause irreversible damage."

"Ah——"

Kintaro obviously couldn't accept the professional knowledge about tennis for the first time.

His idea was to play tennis as he pleased, but he didn't expect to learn so many things?

"Tennis is so troublesome~" Kintaro complained.

"I regret it a little bit!"

Seeing Kintaro's thoughts of giving up, Teacher Kaido got angry, black lines popped up on his forehead, and he shouted angrily.

"Kintaro——"

Kaido's loud voice scared Kintaro.

Then he saw Teacher Kaido took out a mace from the tennis backpack he always carried!

That's right!

Kintaro can guarantee that he is definitely not mistaken.

On the dark and shiny metal color, the sharp thorns are like a hedgehog with its hair standing on end.

It's terrifying!

"Kid, what do you think tennis is? Cheer up."

'Boom——'

The metal mace hit the concrete floor of the stadium heavily, smashing a big hole, and the scattered flying stones accidentally scratched Kintaro's cheek.

Cut a small cut.

Buzz——Kintaro's head was stunned by the sudden impact of the mace.

What's going on?

Is this still a tennis coach? Whose tennis coach still carries a mace with him?

"Okay, okay, Mr. Kaido." Kintaro replied angrily.

He no longer had the idea of ​​giving up and not wanting to learn tennis.

Mr. Kaido held the bright mace in his hand and used it as a teaching stick in the air.

If there were outsiders here, seeing the scene in front of him, they would definitely doubt their eyes.

A black and strong man who was more than two meters tall and looked like a wall was standing next to a whiteboard wall, writing and drawing with a black writing pen.

In the other hand, he held a half-man-high mace and gestured in the air, using it as a teaching stick, pointing to the tennis theory written on the whiteboard wall.

And the thin and small Toyama Kintaro sat on a small bench, straightened his body, and listened carefully to Mr. Kaido's explanation.

The small notebook in his hand occasionally records a few sentences.

'There are several ways to hold the racket, of which only two are the most commonly used: the Eastern grip and the Western grip. '

'The method and advantages of the Eastern grip: the base of the thumb and index finger...'

...

Time passed by minute by minute, and for two hours, Kintaro sat upright and listened to Teacher Kaido's explanation.

He was fearless since he was a child, and under Teacher Kaido's stick, he also became an obedient baby.

The villain teacher, Teacher Kaido, has many ways to get students who don't listen to discipline on the right track.

"Very good, Kintaro, we'll learn the theory here, and then we'll start the actual combat."

"Pick up the racket and follow me to the practice room."

"Okay, Mr. Kaido, by the way, can you put down the mace?"

"Boy, stop talking nonsense, hurry up, the next step is a devilish training, who do you think your teacher is?"

"Do you understand the strongest creature on land, sea and air?"

Although Kintaro didn't understand what Mr. Kaido meant by the strongest creature on land, sea and air, the wind pressure generated by the casually swung stick made him unable to open his eyes.

Kintaro's nightmare began!

All his fantasies about Mr. Kaido began to shatter.

...

The two entered the practice room and began to train, while Chiba, who had obtained the national elementary school student registration competition for Kintaro, returned to the tennis hall.

He was stunned as soon as he entered the tennis hall.

There was a big pit next to the tennis court, with densely packed blackboards on a wall of whiteboards, and small benches standing alone behind the gravel.

Chiba: ? ? ?

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