The Prince of Tennis: Destroying Akutsu at the start

"The first round of the Dongcheng district qualifiers will begin soon. Yamabuki Middle School will play against Chimatsukawa Academy."

"Players from both sides please come on stage!"

Under the urging of the staff, players from both sides lined up across the net.

"Please advise!"

"Please advise!"

The two sides communicated with each other very friendly.

It's just that while morale is low, there is also a hint of excitement mixed with relaxation.

The teams that also participated in the regional qualifiers had two different situations.

The first doubles two.

After seeing that their opponents were Minami Kentaro and Dongfang Masami, the two players near Matsukawa had actually given up resistance.

They knew they had no chance of winning.

Originally there was a gap in strength, but now even the fighting spirit was lost.

Naturally, Nan and Dongfang won the game without any effort.

"The game is over. Kentaro Minami and Masami Dongfang won the game, with a score of 6:0."

A hearty victory made some people who watched Fai Yamabuki Middle School shut their mouths.

Regardless of whether Yamabuki Middle School suffered a loss of combat power this year, they were always a national-level powerful school.

"whispering sound!"

Akutsu who played next was more like a delinquent boy, and the players from near Matsukawa Academy who were facing him were completely intimidated by Akutsu's defiant gaze.

He was too scared, too scared to resist.

And this round ended much faster than the previous one, and it could even be said to have created the fastest record for the regional qualifiers.

The ministers and coaches of Jinsongchuan Academy all looked ashamed.

They knew there was a gap between themselves and Yamabuki Middle School, but they didn't expect the gap to be so big.

It was so big that they couldn't even think of rebelling.

"Yuta, it's your turn next."

Tsukasa Kimura turned his head to look at Yuta, and Yuta, who was ready to warm up, nodded firmly.

This is the first game of his middle school career, and he will definitely hand in a perfect answer.

Seeing that the singles player from Yamabuki Junior High School was a third-year singles player near Matsukawa Academy after the first grade, he felt a little bit of luck in his heart.

Just in case, in case he wins by chance.

That would be a year of glory.

"The game has started, and the match will be decided in one set. Yamabuki Junior High School Fuji Yuta's serve!"

Even luck was on Yuta's side today, he pressed the tennis ball gently in his palm, constantly adjusting his state.

After stepping on the court, Yuta found that he seemed to become less nervous all of a sudden.

Whoa!

Yuta grabbed the bouncing tennis ball and threw it, his eyes locked on the slowly climbing ball.

"Side spin serve!"

boom!
Yuta has no intention of keeping his hand. In the first official open match, he wants to leave a very positive evaluation for himself in the outside world.

The pupils of the singles No. [-] near Songchuan Academy shrank slightly, and he didn't see the trajectory of the ball clearly at all.

Immediately after, a touch of golden light passed by his cheeks, and a moment later a gust of wind made his eyes narrow unconsciously.

Stab it!

The ball that seemed to be piercing through the barbed wire shocked the spectators standing outside the barbed wire.

"hiss!"

"What a great serve!"

"A serve directly to the front?! So fast, so fierce!"

After a period of silence, there was a burst of whispering.

How could a freshman hit such a serve? !

This is somewhat unbelievable.

But thinking that this is the first grade of Yamabuki Middle School, many people are relieved.

Yamabuki Middle School, it's understandable that the rookie is a bit stronger.

But Yuta's opponents are somewhat incomprehensible.

With four side-spin serves, Jin Matsukawa's singles No. [-] retreated repeatedly on the baseline.

He was afraid, afraid that if he took a step forward, he would be hit by the ball.

Taking the lead, Yuta completely grasped the momentum of the game with his side spin serve.

After the two sides exchanged courts, the singles No. [-] near Matsukawa Academy kept comforting himself in his heart. The opponent must be a player who is good at serving.

Yes, that's right!He's just good at serving.

If he didn't comfort himself like this, I'm afraid he wouldn't even be able to get up the idea of ​​confronting Yuta.

boom!
With a strong fighting spirit, he hit a topspin serve full of anticipation.

Secretary Kimura shook his head on the sidelines. The opponents in the regional qualifiers were indeed of a low level.

Such a serve can only be described as soft.

Yuta's eyes were fixed, and he lowered his body and swung the racket forward just as the tennis ball just bounced off.

boom!
The half-volley was quick and hard, Jin Songchuan's singles No. [-] was just about to take a step, and the ball flew out of the field not far from his side.

"So quick to fight back!"

"It's a half volley! This first grader is actually so good at half volley?!"

The audience was even more surprised.

Yuta's side-spin serve and half-volley made them face up to the freshman in front of them. They must admit that Yuta's strength has surpassed most of them.

The faces of some players from other teams who came to scout turned gray smoothly. If the three new first graders who joined Yamabuki Middle School this year are of this level, then they have no hope at all.

Soon, Yuta won his first official open match.

There was a burst of applause at the moment when the referee declared Yuta the winner.

This is a tribute to the winner.

Yuta was intoxicated by the applause around him, and he fell in love with this feeling immediately.

The feeling of victory.

After Yuta left the court, Kamio couldn't wait to come to Kimura Division, and after getting Kimura Division's permission, Kamio also ran into the court immediately.

His body was already boiling, and Kamio felt that the spring on his body was fully wound.

He had already removed the weight from his body long before departure, and now he really wanted to see the limit of his speed.

boom!
Facing the incoming ball, Kamio stepped out, the racket in his hand was steady and intercepted the opponent's serve with the center of the racket face.

Near Matsukawa Academy's singles two had some ideas, serving to the net.

Facing Kamio's counterattack, he pressed the ball directly to Kamio's left corner.

Tatata!
The hurried footsteps made the face of the singles No. [-] of Jinmatsukawa Academy froze. He thought that the ball he thought was a surefire shot was intercepted by Akira Kamio.

"Follow my rhythm, rhythm!"

Kamio was very excited, it turns out that the feeling of running on the court is so wonderful.

boom!
boom!
"Sonic bomb!"

Integrating the power of the sprint and the centrifugal force into the ball, Kamio's sonic bomb made a sharp piercing sound.

Boom!
"The game is over, Akira Kamio won, the score is 6:0."

Another 6:0 game.

Akira Kamio once again responded to everyone's doubts with his own strength.

"Amazing!"

"Yamabuki's freshmen this year are amazing!"

"The next singles one should not."

The other school members present had a bitter look on their faces. They seemed to be able to see their future in the defeated players like Jin Songchuan.

Fukaji, who made his final appearance, confronted the head of the tennis club at Chimatsukawa Academy.

Although he tried very hard to save some face for his school, he still couldn't do it after all.

Shensi defeated the opponent with another 6:0.

The bright five 6:0 on the sideline scoreboard let everyone understand that Yamabuki is still the same Yamabuki.

The team that won the national championship last year.