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With a "bang".

The tennis ball came flying straight at me, and bounced high into the air after landing.

Topspin serve.

The moment Kitahara Akira saw the trajectory of the ball, the name of this serve automatically popped into his mind.

There are three main types of serves in tennis.

Flat serve: fast speed and great power, but low accuracy and easy to hit an ace; slice serve: strong sidespin, low arc over the net, and obvious curve after landing; topspin serve: strong spin, high arc over the net, and bounces high and high after landing.

Ryoma Echizen's outside spin serve is actually a topspin serve with sidespin. After landing, the ball will suddenly bounce towards the receiver's backhand, which is very difficult to handle.

However, the effect of the topspin serve is too exaggerated. Many people in the previous life tried to recreate it, but no one could hit such a strong spin and control the tennis ball to accurately bounce towards the face.

Tap tap.

Kitahara Akira quickly started moving.

Seeing the tennis ball bounce to almost shoulder height, he wasn't intimidated. Before the ball came down, he pressed the base of his index finger against the lower slope of the racket handle. A semi-Western grip is most suitable for handling such high-bouncing balls.

boom!

Kitahara Akira swung his racket directly at the ball, the racket landing solidly on the tennis ball. To prevent it from going out of bounds, he pushed the racket forward an extra point.

The tennis ball flew back in reverse.

The serve was successfully received, and Morimura's topspin attack failed to achieve the desired effect.

"Oh? Not bad!"

Seeing the high quality of Kitahara Akira's hair extensions, Morimura Ya's eyes lit up, and he immediately abandoned the idea of ​​killing him with one blow.

With a slight sway of his muscular body, he stepped forward with his left foot, followed by his right foot, and used a closed-footed stance to reach the hitting position.

boom!

The large swing of the racket brought enough topspin to the tennis ball, and the ball landed deep in the middle of Kitahara Akira's court, almost hitting the baseline.

"This is to limit the angle at which I can change lanes."

The moment Kitahara Akira saw the return trajectory, he understood the opponent's intention, but he was unwilling to be led by the nose.

A strong topspin shot, with a deep trajectory, also means the ball speed won't be too fast, giving you ample reaction time.

Kitahara Akira quickly steps to the left, turning sideways to prepare for a forehand smash!

boom!

The racket collided head-on with the tennis ball.

The sound of the ball hitting the court was crisp and powerful. Kitahara Akira hit a deep cross-court shot, instantly creating an angle on Morimura Ya's backhand and forcing his opponent out of the court.

Morimura was forced to hit a high ball to buy himself time to get back into position.

At this moment, Kitahara Akira had already pressed forward.

He leaped high into the air, violently swung his racket, and delivered a powerful overhead smash!

boom!

Morimura was caught off guard and a sharp yellow light plummeted from the sky. He watched the tennis ball bounce high off the court after landing, a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"0-15!"

At this moment, a passerby watching the commotion from under the shade outside the field waved and shouted, enthusiastically volunteering, "You guys play your game, I'll help keep score."

"What are your names, brothers?"

"Kitahara Akira"

"Morimuraya."

"Got it, you guys played pretty well." The man smiled, then announced the score again, "Kitahara Akira scores, 0-15!"

on the field.

Tap...tap...tap...

Morimura walked to the left half of the court. This time, he didn't serve directly. Instead, he hit the tennis ball while keeping an eye on Kitahara Akira's position and thinking about the next tactics.

After the initial probing, he discovered that his friend seemed to have suddenly gained weight.

Put in the past.

Kitahara Akira would never dare to attack directly with a cross-court shot; he should be more conservative and choose to return the ball to the middle to engage in a rally.

I didn't think much of it.

Catch the bouncing tennis ball and toss it upwards.

The base of the index finger rests on the second bevel of the handle, using a continental grip.

As the tennis ball reached its highest point, Morimura pushed off forcefully with his feet, straightening his bent knees as they left the ground, and struck the ball with his racket at the twelve o'clock position to the right front of his body.

boom!

The tennis ball instantly transformed into a streak of yellow light.

The flat serve, traveling at 160 kilometers per hour, swiftly traverses the net, aiming for the inner corner of the T-zone in the middle.

Kitahara Akira stood at the back, keeping his center of gravity low, not daring to be careless.

In the past, amateur players' serve speed was usually between 50 and 140 km/h. Only those who had been trained in sports schools since childhood could consistently achieve a serve speed of 160 to 180 km/h. Before today, Kitahara Akira's serve speed was only around 160 km/h.

It's surprising that Morimura Yasai, a first-year junior high school student whose tennis club ranking wasn't high, could serve with such speed.

This world is truly outrageous...

Kitahara Akira sighed inwardly, then his gaze shifted and instantly caught sight of the tennis ball.

Although the opponent's serve was fast, it wasn't to the point where there was absolutely no way to react, and the flat serve had a straight trajectory, making it easy to judge.

Tread!

Start with basic small steps, judge the landing point of the tennis ball, and move towards it. At the same time, choose a short backswing and use the opponent's force to push and block, extending the racket "short, flat and fast".

boom!

The player directly intercepted the low, flat yellow light, then slightly closed the racket face and swung it forward.

Kitahara Akira blocked the tennis ball.

Seeing his serve return and his attempt to steal the ball fail, Morimura was not disappointed. He carefully aimed at the landing point of the tennis ball and calmly hit a strong topspin shot.

Swish!

The tennis ball was once again brought close to the baseline, and he was about to launch a deep attack on Kitahara Akira.

Kitahara Akira returned the ball.

Without a second thought, Morimura hit the tennis ball directly to Kitahara Akira's backhand corner, and then hit the next ball to the forehand corner, starting to move Kitahara Akira around at wide angles.

Two goals later, Kitahara Akira fell into Morimura Ya's deadly rhythm.

He hit the ball while moving a long distance, and soon an opening appeared. Morimura seized the opportunity and hit the ball with great force, winning the point in one strike.

"Morimura scores, 15-15!"

"Great shot! That was a beautiful play! Kitahara's defense was also excellent!"

The impromptu referee announced the score, and someone among the remaining passersby cheered, suddenly becoming quite excited.

Although only two points were awarded, it was enough to show the level of the two players.

Morimura's baseline movement tactics were brilliant, and his timing for the game-winning shot was precise and ingenious. Kitahara Akira also showed great resilience during the defensive maneuvers. The strength they displayed is among the best in these courts.

After all, it's usually just ordinary junior high school students who practice here.

Most of the schools they attended were not well-known.

Just then, someone suddenly said, "Isn't that Morimura? He's from the Yamabuki tennis club. He used to come here to practice all the time."

"I overheard them talking just now. They seem to be classmates. Kitahara Akira is also from Yamabuki."

"Yamabuki?"

"No wonder he's so amazing! But is he really only a first-year student?"

Upon hearing the name Yamabuki, these onlookers, who were already there for the spectacle, became even more excited. Yamabuki was one of the three most prestigious families in Tokyo, and they rarely had the chance to meet him.

"This is an internal battle within the Yamabuki Tennis Club!"

They all immediately became focused: "We must not miss any details."

"Things are getting complicated..."

Morimura noticed the murmurs outside the arena and his expression turned somewhat helpless.

Although he had seen similar things many times when Yamabuki held exchange matches with other schools, he had only been standing on the sidelines before, and the people being talked about were Sengoku-senpai and Minami Kentaro-senpai.

This is the first time I've stepped into the spotlight and received so much attention.

My gaze swept over the faces of those yearning and looking forward to their dreams outside the stadium.

Morimura gripped his racket, a surge of pride welling up within him: "I have to perform well, I can't let Yamabuki down!"

And on the other side of the net.

Kitahara Akira remained unmoved.

Firstly, he lived almost ten years longer than Morimura, secondly, he had participated in many amateur competitions in his previous life and was used to playing under the gaze of many people, and thirdly, he did not have such a strong sense of belonging to Yamabuki.

He was just a little surprised...

I never expected that Yamabuki would be so famous.