Prince of Tennis: Start by replicating your talent

If he wasn't just a substitute starter, Sanada would have suggested Yukimura to cross his name out when arranging the lineup.

Rikkai University does not allow irresponsible players to play and bear the pressure and glory of the national champion. Yukimura, what are you thinking?

"Are you disappointed in me?

He couldn't help but doubt himself again. In order to ensure that he could maintain the right mood to play in the national competition, after returning home the next day, Sanada changed his clothes and planned to go to his grandfather's martial arts hall to practice sword and adjust his mood.

"Genichirō, where are you going?"

Before leaving, Grandpa Gen'emon Sanada asked him curiously.

Grandpa, I'm going to the martial arts hall to practice swordplay, you should go to bed early."

Oh, you can practice at home, and Grandpa will teach you.'

"Forget about it today. I mainly want to adjust my mood and mentality. I need to go to a place with many people."

Sanada spoke his true feelings, otherwise he would feel extremely depressed.

Sanada Gen'emon was stunned for a moment, then smiled amiably, "Grandpa knows what you're thinking. You must be very unwilling and unconvinced after losing in the Kanto Tournament, right? Oh, it looks like you're a little mentally unstable after being beaten. Well, your uncle is in charge of the martial arts hall now, so just go and tell him to make room for you. Go and make sense of it yourself."

Sanada was silent.

Everyone can see that he is a little mentally unstable, but can they all understand his feelings?

In the martial arts hall, Sanada held a bamboo sword and practiced chopping, slashing, cutting, stabbing, and thrusting against a wooden dummy.

The movements are standard and very powerful.

It's obvious that he has practiced for several years and has a solid foundation.

Sanada also found a few uncles he knew to kendo with him. After receiving good evaluations and praise again and again, Mayu felt that she had made progress in kendo and inexplicably gained confidence.

Just like playing tennis, he also longs for recognition for his tennis.

A few people even made fun of him:

"Not bad, Genichirō, you've made a lot of progress. You usually spend most of your time on tennis, but I didn't expect that you haven't neglected your kendo practice. To be honest, if you don't play tennis anymore, have you ever considered taking over your grandfather's martial arts school?"

Sanada shook his head: "I will keep playing tennis and will never give up my tennis."

The uncle smiled and said, "Genichirō, I heard from a friend that a talented young man has appeared in Jingdong recently. In less than half a month, his kendo level may be catching up with you, so I want to tell you."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the shocked Sanada: "What? Uncle, are you kidding?"

"I knew you would be so surprised. When I first heard my friend say this, I couldn't believe it. How could it be possible to reach the level of several years of strength in less than half a month? Isn't this nonsense? But"

The uncle's face had a complicated expression, and he paused for a while to adjust his mentality.

"You may not believe this, but after watching the video, I have to say that the boy is indeed a genius and was born to be a kendo player."

When other kendo enthusiasts in the hall heard this, they also became interested and gathered around.

"Video? Who? Show us!"

"This kind of genius only appears once in a century!"

"What do you mean once in a hundred years? This has never happened in our Neon for thousands of years!

'Not really, not really, but it is there.

"Why is this kid carrying a tennis ball? Is he a tennis player?"

Everyone looked at Sanada, "Do you know him?"

The moment the video was opened, even Sanada himself was stunned, his fists clenched, and a trace of confusion and disorder appeared on his ugly face.

Chapter 75: Poor Player, National Competition

The person in the film is so familiar, how could Sanada not recognize him?

That was the person he regarded as one of his archenemies, Nanchuan!

"How is this possible! This is absolutely impossible!"

With a look of disbelief on his face, Sanada took a step back and said, "Half a month is equivalent to several years of practice. Are you kidding me?"

"Finish watching this video first." His uncle patted his shoulder comfortingly. "Although I don't want to discourage you, I think this should be an encouragement to you."

After saying that, he left the video behind and asked everyone else to leave.

After watching the entire video, Sanada looked ashen. It was a sparring match between Nanchuan and a young man who was a head taller than him.

The standard sword-holding posture, the sword is drawn quickly, accurately and ruthlessly, with both power and beauty, murderousness and restraint coexisting, and he uses it very smoothly and skillfully.

All the movements were as smooth as flowing water, and were almost impeccable whether in defense or attack.

In addition to the samurai kendo that he was familiar with, he also integrated ancient martial arts into it. Not only was his movement power very strong, but his control of strength was also very precise. If he wanted to hurt the opponent, it didn't seem difficult!

Sanada's feelings were indescribable.

The video was turned off, and his face, which had become dark due to frequent training under the scorching sun, was now even darker.

"Is he some kind of monster?"

At this moment, Sanada felt that all his efforts over the years were nothing in front of Nanchuan.

What is a hard-working player in front of a talented player? Can he only be beaten? "

His originally adjusted mentality collapsed at this moment. He walked out of the martial arts hall in a daze and almost forgot to take his tennis bag.

Sanada was sleepless that night. The day before the national competition, Nanchuan did not go to the martial arts gym and really focused on physical training.

"So I went to the Budokan recently. Is there any progress?" Atobe asked after coming out of the gym.

Nanchuan threw a bottle of water to him and nodded, "Of course there is, but I don't know how much effect it will have after being integrated into tennis."

He also raised his head and took a sip of water, his eyes full of anticipation.

The national competition will begin tomorrow, and who will be the experiment subject for my kendo tennis achievement? "

As he said this, he turned his head and looked at Atobe.

, "What about you? Will you give a surprise?

"How can my tennis skills not have surprises? Just wait and see, I will definitely beat those guys from Mu Zhi Teng back home."

Defeating Makinoto has become a small obsession of Atobe now.

"Maybe they won't even be able to advance to the next round?" said Oshina on the side.

Nanchuan shook his head: "It shouldn't be the case. Although those seniors who graduated are gone, they can still make it to the national competition, so they won't lose too badly, right?

Oshitari: "Who knows? According to the information I got, they were tortured badly by Shitenhoji."

Nanchuan:

This was something he had not expected. The strength of Shitenhoji seemed to be just so-so, and they were still only in the first grade.

Byodoin Phoenix probably knew that after those guys left, Makunofuji’s tennis level would be just that level, so the last time they met, he didn’t even mention Atobe: “I’m going to find the coach first, you guys continue practicing.

Oshitari: "Are you going to discuss the lineup? We must take it seriously and not underestimate the enemy."

"Got it. When have I ever underestimated the enemy when I arranged the lineup?"

After Atobe left, Oshitari looked back at Nanchuan and said with a smile:

"Nanchuan, have you noticed that Atobe seems to have grown taller?"

Nanchuan nodded: "Of course, he's growing quite fast. We all grow a little taller. After all, we're still in the growth stage at our age."

Oshitari pushed his glasses and suddenly felt curious and expectant.

'I heard that last year's minister, Ochi Gekko-senpai, was over two meters tall. I really want to meet this senior.'

Nanchuan laughed and half-jokingly said, "Facing such tall players, the mental pressure must be great. I think we will definitely meet them in the future. Let's try our best to get ahead. Let's go practice together. If we win the national championship, we can be arrogant in front of these seniors."

Indeed, when we achieve it, we will have the capital to be arrogant.

Day 2.

The National Junior High School Tennis Tournament begins.

As the first seed team in the Kanto region, Hyotei Academy had a bye in the first round, but they still had to go on time, submit their information, and wait for the results of the first round of elimination matches.

There are 32 teams participating in the competition nationwide, which are divided into 8 groups by draw. Each group has four teams. Except for the seeded teams that have a bye, each team must play against other teams and can only play one game.

Through elimination, the teams advanced from 32 to 16, and the next step is the 1/8 round.

Hyotei Academy will directly advance to the top 16 in the general level and wait for the next group of general level opponents to compete in the 1/8 elimination round. At 8 o'clock in the morning, the luxury bus of Hyotei Academy had already appeared at the gate of the venue of this national competition.

"The Ice Emperor is here!"

Come on, let’s go and take a look!

I heard that they defeated Rikkai University and are the favorites to win this year's championship. I want to see which kids are so powerful!"

"Don't get your hopes up too much. This is a national competition. It's full of strong players. No player has an easy time."

As soon as Totoro led the team out of the car, Hyotei's cheerleaders surrounded them and began to shout slogans.

Those who wanted to squeeze in to see the team didn't see anyone.

"Isn't Hyotei Academy too exaggerated? Could it be that the entire school is here?"

"I heard that this is only the number of people in their tennis club. Unbelievable, right?"

'My God, the momentum has already suppressed other schools. '

"Look, Rikkai University is here too, their team is very impressive, I'm optimistic about them!

There is also Makunofuji and Kyushu champion Shizile, they are all very good, this is definitely a very intense competition!"

Nanchuan always walked behind the team so that he could look around and observe other teams.

When he saw Rikkai University coming over, he was a little confused. When he saw Sanada, who looked haggard with obvious dark circles under his eyes, he subconsciously blurted out "Damn it."

"What's wrong?" Oshitari, who was walking side by side with him, looked in the direction he was looking and then snorted.

"Sanada-kun, did you not sleep well? I guess you are under too much pressure. They are really too strict."

Nanchuan didn't think so. He always felt that there was something wrong with Mayu's mental state.

This is so wrong. The Mayu I know would never let his spirit become so depressed. He is always strict with himself, always keeps his fighting spirit high, and will never give up for Rikkai University. He will never be so angry. In order to defeat his old enemy, he even evolved himself to the ultimate level of tennis through hard training. "

Nanchuan's evaluation of Sanada has always been sincere. He has never deliberately flattered him, nor has he maliciously belittled him. He naturally admires his talent, which is why he does not understand his current state.

We should learn from Sanada's fighting spirit. Although he is traditional, his love for tennis and his responsibility to the National University of Taiwan cannot be denied. Therefore, the greater the pressure, the more motivated he should be. "

Oshitari felt that what he said made sense, "Did he suffer a blow? A blow that shook his obsession and faith? I can't imagine what it was."

Nan Chuan also shook his head: "Who knows, but there is no doubt that his mental state is very dangerous now. I don't know who hit him at this special stage. What a poor player."

But his attention was soon attracted by another person. "Awesome, that person actually showed up."

"Who?"

"A sophomore at Rikkai University, Mori Jusaburo, is a good player, but he doesn't play for three days and rest for two days. Just be careful. It's not a good thing to meet him on the court."

During the first round byes, you can go and watch other schools' games. This is the advantage of the seeded team. Not only can you advance directly to the next level, but you can also observe other schools and collect intelligence.

Oshitari and his friends were in charge of intelligence, Atobe and the seniors were in charge of watching the six groups' matches, and Minamikawa, who had the most free time, was just walking around and watching.

Akutsu was so bored that he fell asleep under a big tree because he couldn't see any interesting game.

Fuji and the others came to watch the game, and were shocked to see Akutsu's attitude, but within a few seconds they returned to their "used to it" expressions.

The crew-cut Oishi Hideichiro and the sticky note-covered Kikumaru Eiji on the side pulled out a pack of them in shock:

"What? Isn't Hyotei supposed to rule with an iron fist? This seems even more relaxed than our Seigaku."

Qian Zhenzhi behind him said: "That's because of his strength. You may not know that my notebook cannot record all the terrifying information about this guy."

These two sentences silenced everyone.

'Damn it, we'll have to come up next year and compete with Hyotei! "

The simple-minded Eiji Kikuka made a passionate and innocent declaration.

'Next year, it must be our Qingxue tennis team!

Akutsu rolled his eyes: "It's so noisy!"

After almost three hours, the first round of competition for all eight groups was finally over.