The Prince of Tennis: Destroying Akutsu at the start

"Damn Kimura!"

On the tram, Akutsu looked fiercely at Secretary Kimura beside him.

He didn't know why this guy had to bring himself.

And still in this way!
He lost again, to the annoying guy Kimura Division.

What Akutsu is most angry about now is that he has worked so much harder than Tsukasa Kimura, but instead of narrowing the gap between the two, it has become even bigger.

This makes him go where to reason.

"This guy must have been training secretly! What a cunning guy!"

Yajiujin's face was as gloomy as water, and this was the only explanation he could think of.

Although this guy Kimura Tsukasa doesn't seem to be very trained, it must be just a smoke bomb he released to paralyze himself.

"Hey, hey, what are you thinking about so preoccupied? We've arrived, let's get out of the car."

Kimura Division pushed Akutsu with a puzzled expression, why this guy has been distracted since he got in the car.

This is not like Akutsu's style.

After getting off the station, the two walked for a while, and Yajiujin was even more puzzled when he saw that Kimura had taken him to Fudofeng Middle School.

"What the hell is this guy trying to do?"

Ajiujin was very puzzled. Based on his impression, Fudofeng Middle School seemed to be a little-known school, right?
Moreover, the players in this school have some problems with their style of play, and they are all bad boys.

A few of the third graders were repaired by Akutsu last year.

The school spirit problem of Fudo Peak made the school gate almost unguarded, and Kimura Ji and Akutsu entered Fudo Peak's campus very easily.

Although the Fudomine students who came and went were very surprised by the sportswear of the Yamabuki Junior High Tennis Club on Kimura Tsukasa and Akutsu, but no one came forward to stop the two of them.

After all, it is not uncommon for people from other schools to appear in this school.

From time to time, there will be a few that they have become accustomed to.

"Kimura, what are we doing here? Be careful and wait until someone treats you as a spy who came to spy on intelligence."

Ajiujin looked at the weird eyes of the people around him and couldn't help asking.

"Spying information? Does anyone believe this kind of talk? Also, if you want to beat the two of us, I'm afraid they are not enough!"

Kimura Tsukasa chuckled lightly.

A national champion spying on an obscure school?
No one will believe such words.

When Tsukasa Kimura and Akutsu touched the Tennis Club of Fudomine Middle School, the atmosphere here happened to be a little tense.

"Hey! Brat over there, hurry up and pick up the ball for me!"

A third grader shouted at Akira Kamio arrogantly.

Among the newcomers who joined the club this year, the one he hates the most is Akira Kamio.

Who told this kid to look like he was being dragged to the sky all day long.

He deliberately missed that shot just now, in order to make this brat make another trip.

"Damn guy!"

If eyes could kill, the third grader in front of him would have already been chopped into pieces by Akira Kamio.

He knew very well that the ball just now was deliberately hit by the opponent outside the court, and he even asked him to pick it up by name.

Such a clumsy method made Akira Kamio furious.

"I'll go pick it up, don't be angry, don't be angry."

The people around comforted Akira Kamio who was about to explode, and offered to help Akira Kamio pick up the ball.

"Stop for me, I want him to pick it up."

The third grader sneered and stopped the person who was going to help Akira Kamio pick up the ball, and then the old god looked at Akira Kamio.

If this first grade is disobedient, he will make this first grade suffer.

Akira Kamio clenched his fists. Although he joined Fudomine Tennis Club only a few days ago, he couldn't bear the atmosphere here.

Why should the first graders only be able to pick up the ball, but still be manipulated by these second and third graders.

Obviously my own strength is stronger than these second and third graders, why can't I play on the field.

What he didn't know was that these second and third graders used to come here as well. This vulgar tradition has lasted for a long time in this school.

Naturally, the newcomers have to taste the bitterness that I have suffered back then.

That's what these second and third graders think.

"Tsk tsk, I didn't expect the level of players from Fudo Peak Middle School to be so poor. This ball-handling ability is a bit too poor, even kindergarten children can't match it?"

Tsukasa Kimura knew it was time for him and Akutsu to come out, so he popped up around the corner.

"What did you say!"

It is natural to be very angry when someone says that his level is not even comparable to that of the kindergarten children, but the teammates on the side stopped him.

"Don't be impulsive! Look at who this guy is standing next to!"

His teammates whispered.

"What! It's this guy!"

The pupils of the third grade shrank slightly, and Akutsu's iconic face reminded him of a not-so-good memory.

I and these people have been severely repaired by Ya Jiujin alone.

"What are you afraid of! This is our Fudo Peak Tennis Club! Of course we have to use tennis balls to argue with them!"

The third grade pretended to be calm and waved his hands. His voice was loud and he said it to Ajiujin on purpose.

He was also afraid that Yajiujin would come up and do something unreasonable, and he and the others really had no chance of winning.

As for the other people, I'm afraid they won't help him in a fight, and he knows this very well.

The wicked need to be tortured by the wicked, and Ya Jiujin shocked them as soon as he appeared on the stage.

"Oh? Want to compete with us in tennis?"

There was a playful smile on the corner of Kimura Division's mouth, is this guy serious?
There are still people in the whole of Tokyo who don't know him?

"Hey, hey, I told you not to be impulsive. They are from Yamabuki Middle School."

Although his teammates don't know Kimura Division either, they do recognize the sportswear of Yamabuki Middle School Tennis Club on Kimura Division.

Those were the clothes that only the official players of the Yamabuki Junior High Tennis Club were allowed to wear.

In other words, these two guys in front of me are regular members of the tennis club of Yamabuki Junior High School.

That is, a member of last year's national championship team.

"This"

Now the third grader was at a loss for words, unable to fight or tennis.

But he also said what he said, how will it end now.

Kamio Akira, Ibu Fukaji and others naturally heard the words of these third-year official players.

"A regular member of the Yamabuki Junior High Tennis Club!!!"

A hint of envy flashed in the eyes of Kamio Akira and Ibu Fukaji.

Who doesn't yearn for the national championship team!
But when they thought that they could only pick up the ball here, their eyes quickly dimmed.