I'm in NetKing, and I have a tennis mini-game

Yes.

At this time, Ishikawa was in a state of being deprived of his five senses.

As for the reason, it is because yesterday, after defeating Yukimura, the system rewarded him with the ability [Deprivation of Five Senses]!

During the competition, Ishikawa used this technique to enter a state of mindlessness and maximum physical and mental relaxation, and was able to easily enter a deep state of meditation.

then.

He cleverly used the ability to deprive himself of his five senses. Began deep meditation training.

in this state.

Ishikawa could clearly feel the changes in his consciousness and mental power. Especially in a state of extreme fatigue, after depriving himself of his five senses, his physical recovery speed was about three times faster than before.

Combined with the effects of yoga practice.

To some extent.

At this time, Ishikawa, relying solely on physical fitness, is no longer inferior to masters with 5 or more points in the fifth dimension!

and.

He could also foresee it.

If he continues to practice at this speed, his sub-professional yoga will soon be able to break through to the next stage.

that's it.

Day after day, both Hyokui and Seigaku were training at their own pace.

In a blink of an eye.

Three days passed.

On the outskirts of Tokyo, in a remote mountain valley.

Night falls.

Next to the waterfall, a young man wearing a red and white short-sleeved shirt and a tennis cap threw the stone in his hand high into the air.

Swish!

Subsequently.

He turned his wrist and poured his strength into the inside of the stone through the wooden stick in his hand.

Snapped!

There was a crisp sound.

The stones flew out like bullets, penetrated the waterfall, and hit the cave deep inside.

"good."

Not far away, a middle-aged man in a black monk's robe saw this and nodded with satisfaction: "You have finally entered the door."

"call"

The young man let out a deep breath.

Come three days.

He trains with all his strength every day.

Repeat this boring action again and again. Finally, as his father said, he crossed the threshold.

"It's getting late."

The middle-aged man, Nanjiro, said: "The training ends here. How much you can understand and how much you can use in the game depends on you."

"I know."

The boy, Echizen Ryoma, the son of a samurai, nodded solemnly.

Three days of living in the wild made his skin look rougher.

but.

His eyes became deeper than ever before. The whole person's temperament is also more mature and stable than before.

"Shin Ishikawa!"

His eyes turned.

The figure of the black-haired boy appeared in Echizen's mind, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "I am looking forward to the game with you tomorrow!"

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Chapter 227 National Finals, Atobe vs. Tezuka (1 update)

The next day.

The weather is clear and clear.

A large number of spectators gathered early around the Tokyo Metropolitan Arena.

This included representatives from each school.

Representatives from Rikkai University, Shitenhoji, and Fudomine, wearing their respective school uniforms, walked through the passage and entered the venue under the leadership of their own captains.

And at this time.

The stadium, which can accommodate 2 people, was already packed to capacity.

"Is this the size of a final?"

Across the aisle, Tennis Monthly's Zhi looked shocked.

"Exaggerated, right?"

Inoue, who was standing next to him, smiled and said, "Indeed, if it was your first time to watch a tennis match, it would be hard to imagine that there would be so many spectators for a match that only involves four people at most."

Actually.

When Inoue was in the United States, he accidentally entered a tournament and was also shocked.

The reason why he was deeply impressed was because one of the players in that match was the later tennis samurai, Echizen Nanjiro!

It was that game that made Inoue a die-hard fan of Nanjiro, and he remains so to this day.

"correct."

Thinking of this, Inoue suddenly looked around and asked curiously, "I wonder if Mr. Nanjiro is here to watch this game!"

"That pervert?"

Zhi was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

Yes.

This final should be the closest ever to a national championship for Qingxue. Moreover, among the players who appeared, there was also Nanjiro's son, the super rookie of Seigaku.

Logically speaking, that person will definitely come.

However, the two of them looked around, but did not find that familiar figure.

at the same time.

Arena's perimeter.

As the last audience member enters, the staff will prepare to close the door to the passage.

"and many more!"

At this time, a middle-aged man wearing a black monk's robe and sunglasses ran over in a hurry.

"Huh, I finally caught up."

The man, Nanjiro, breathed a sigh of relief. After the staff opened the door, he walked in.

"Wait a minute, there's me too!"

However, just as he entered, a man walked over quickly.

"Ok?"

Nanjiro, who felt a large shadow appear in front of him, frowned subconsciously and turned his head to look over.

"Hello."

Behind him, a middle-aged man who was obviously over 2 meters tall, also wearing sunglasses and a white coat, greeted him with a smile.

"Mud Howl."

Nanjiro changed his tone on purpose.

"Foreigner?"

The person who came was none other than U17's spiritual strengthening coach, Saito Toru. He looked at the man in front of him in surprise: "Are you still a foreign monk?"

Subsequently.

He nodded towards the other party.

The two of them climbed up the stairs in tacit understanding, walked through the passage and entered one side of the stand. We happened to come to where the Tennis Monthly reporters, Inoue and Shiba, were standing.

"Ok?"

Feeling someone appear behind her, Zhi turned around instinctively. When she saw the familiar figure, she couldn't help but said in surprise: "Nan pervert? You are really here!"

"Mr. Nanjiro?"

Inoue nodded excitedly, then smiled and said, "You are indeed here to watch Ryoma's game!"

"Wobu Kaki Kusujiro."

Nanjiro deliberately disguised his tone.

However, Saito next to him had already seen through his disguise, and a gleam flashed in his eyes: 'Echizen Nanjiro? That legendary tennis player? '

He didn't expect that.

I haven't even watched the finals of the national competition for junior high school students, but I got such an unexpected bonus.

"Who is this?"