Prince of Tennis: A tennis legend that started from signing in

Chapter 66: Genius? Idol? Marui Bunta's confusion and sadness

Compared to this side.

On the contrary, the tennis club of Kanagawa Rikkai University Affiliated Junior High School is completely back on track.

Because it is on the right track to the extreme.

Even the tennis level of ordinary members is improving day by day.

"call......"

“It’s really getting more and more stressful.”

The regular players who finally completed today's training left the school one after another.

However, Marui Bunta, who always calls himself a genius, is the last one to return home these days.

"Sanada is becoming more and more proficient in using Fenghuoshan Linyinlei. Even his rigid personality has become more flexible."

"Yukimura's mental tennis has become more effective, and the negative effects it brings are minimal. Even his physique is much stronger than before."

"Renji's data tennis has already achieved a certain degree of dominance on the court."

"Kirihara's Red Eyes Mode can be activated at will, and the demonic mode that Kuwahara mentioned is also gradually being able to be controlled to some extent."

"Niou has started trying to phantom Kitagawa-kun."

"Yagyu's hidden temper has been brought under control, and thanks to his junior brother Kitagawa's move of ember flame, he has also embarked on a path of golf and tennis."

"Kuwabara stopped obsessing over bigger ideas and began to make up for his other shortcomings."

"just me......"

"Why!!!"

Even if it means that there will be special "training" every week that is fun and joyful.

But the increasing sense of pressure also made Marui Bunta more depressed and taciturn.

"How can I become stronger?"

Raising his right hand, Marui Bunta began to think.

This feeling is quite bad.

It was as if he was back to the time when he was trying to get into the regular team of the Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School tennis club.

The only difference is.

At that time, desserts gave him an opportunity.

But now, I have absolutely no idea.

Whether it is increasing the weight or secretly increasing the intensity and quantity of training.

None of them brought about any qualitative improvement.

"Yo!"

"Isn't Marui-senpai home yet?"

Just at this time.

Kitagawa, carrying a tennis bag, walked out of the tennis club's locker room.

After seeing Marui Bunta sitting on a bench outside the tennis court, he greeted him with a sunny smile.

"Eh?"

"Where's Kirihara?"

"Why didn't I see him today?"

Subconsciously avoiding Kitagawa's question, Marui Bunta asked back with the same expression and energy as usual.

"Sanada-senpai 'borrowed' it."

"I heard that the English tutoring materials I gave Kirihara-senpai before school started were all wrong."

"So Sanada-senpai is going to teach Kirihara-senpai a lesson."

After his eyes flickered a few times.

Kitagawa answered as he walked towards Marui Bunta.

"Is Marui-senpai worried?"

Putting the golf bag aside, Beichuan also sat down.

He asked softly, looking at the empty tennis court.

"Um......"

“Everyone is growing and becoming stronger.”

“And I was kind of stuck in a quagmire.”

"I can only watch the figure gradually disappearing..."

I nodded, subconsciously wanting to take out a piece of cake or bubble gum to relieve my inner anxiety.

But suddenly I remembered that I hadn't made a special cake for a long time and I had eaten all the bubble gum.

In the end, Marui Bunta could only lower his head and respond in a very low voice.

"Play a game of tennis with me."

next moment.

Beichuan stood up, opened his tennis bag and took out a racket.

Then he walked towards the side of the tennis court.

"But......"

Marui Bunta, who was preoccupied, wanted to refuse.

But looking at Beichuan standing in the light illuminated by the huge dome.

The words that came to his lips were swallowed back.

Not for any reason, but because he also wanted to stand in the light like that.

"Inhale...exhale..."

After taking a few deep breaths.

Marui Bunta picked up the racket beside him.

Then he walked to the other side of the tennis court.

"Marui-senpai."

"No need to guess first."

"Anyway, the result of guessing first is that you serve."

Beichuan didn't care about this dark metaphysics.

After getting into position, he was ready to receive the ball.

"It's true."

"I was feeling quite depressed, but I almost made people laugh."

Marui Fumita, feeling somewhat amused and helpless, muttered a few words softly.

Then he calmly accepted the result of his serve.

Not long after.

boom!

boom!

boom!

The empty tennis club was filled with crisp slapping sounds.

It seems that Beichuan's "self-deprecation" played a certain role.

At this moment, Marui Bunta gradually became serious.

He stared at Beichuan opposite him and forced himself to suppress his emotions.

Standing near the center line of the serving area, Marui Bunta put his feet shoulder-width apart, his body facing the net sideways, and his center of gravity on his back foot.

Next, gently lift the ball with your non-racket hand, while the arm of your racket hand is naturally bent and the racket is pointing to the ground.

As the ball is thrown into the air and reaches a certain height.

Marui Bunta shifted his weight to his front foot while bending his knees.

Then, as the ball descends to the sweet spot, he uses his waist as the axis and uses the power of his legs to push off the ground, driving his shoulders and torso to rotate forward rapidly, straightening his arms and accelerating his swing.

Marui Bunta completed his serve only after the racket touched the tennis ball at a certain angle.

no doubt.

This shot is pretty good overall!

call out!

All of a sudden.

The tennis ball flew over the net and shot towards the diagonal area.

"I noticed it a long time ago."

"Marui-senpai is very particular about the word genius."

"I'm curious, why?"

Beichuan lowered his center of gravity and moved quickly, and when he was close to the landing point of the tennis ball, he asked this question while swinging his forehand.

boom!

After a series of collision sounds.

The tennis ball flew straight towards Marui Bunta.

Tread!

Stab it!

"Genius~"

"Just feel it."

"Or maybe I just want to be an idol who stands in the spotlight..."

Hold the racket with both hands and swing sideways.

After the tennis ball collides with the left hand, release the arm and swing the right hand.

As Marui Bunta looked at the tennis ball that flew out successfully after the return, he couldn't help but think of Jiro Akutagawa and responded subconsciously.

next moment.

The tennis ball hit the top of the tennis net directly.

After bouncing twice, the tennis ball rolled towards the net.

After rolling a certain distance.

It fell towards the Beichuan net.

Special skill - tightrope walking!

Just the next moment.

In Marui Bunta's sight.

A figure quickly broke in, and words questioning the soul also reached the ears.

"Marui-senpai"

"Is that all?"

In an instant.

Tsk tsk...

With the side brake, Beichuan's body was pressed backward and downward.

At the same time, the racket in his hand appeared horizontally under the tennis ball.

Boom!

After a light impact sound was heard.

The tennis ball slowly rose up and landed on the other side of the net.

It's only one centimeter away from the net.