Boom——

Just when everyone was at a loss of what to do, six yellow-green tennis balls hit the coach who was snoring loudly.

Without waiting for everyone to get nervous, he stretched out his two rough but powerful hands, three on each side, and grabbed the six attacking tennis balls!

Countless pairs of eyes widened as if they had seen a ghost.

The man who had just been sleeping like a dead pig, actually sat up cross-legged with his eyes closed, and accurately caught the six tennis balls that were thrown at him, catching all of them in almost an instant.

Mifuneru slowly opened his eyes. There was not a trace of drunkenness or sleepiness in those deep eyes.

In other words, he wasn't drunk at all!

He didn't fall asleep either! He was just pretending?

Mifune Nyudo opened his eyes and looked at Echizen Ryoma who was holding the racket and still in the serving posture.

"My current limit is six balls, but wait, I will definitely send out ten balls for you to see!"

Soon!

The boy's eyes were filled with firm confidence and provocation.

That expression seemed to say: Even if you don’t teach me, I can learn it myself!

It really is true that if you ignored me yesterday, I will make you out of my reach tomorrow.

Just as the boys were about to turn around and leave in disappointment,

"etc."

Mifune Nyudo spoke slowly, scanning all the young faces, "Are you ready to accept my devilish training?"

Everyone was startled at first, and then nodded happily, with their feet together and their hands at their sides, standing at attention and responding loudly: "Yes, coach!"

Just ravage us as much as you want!!!

Niou Masaharu lowered his eyes and complained in his heart: When I asked you to teach, you acted arrogantly and kicked people. Now that I didn’t let you teach, you want to teach again?

He speaks in a hostile manner but acts honestly.

However, after what happened just now, no one doubted the coach's ability and strength anymore.

Jingguang thought: Coach, you are indeed a man who is pretending to be a pig but is actually a tiger.

You know, those muscles and stats won’t lie.

It is impossible for an alcoholic who has been addicted to alcohol for many years to have such strong and compact muscles and such physical condition.

Just by seeing the coach's look, he went from being completely confident in his own judgment to being half-doubting. He even thought that he had lost his sense of technique because he had not seen patients properly for a long time.

Fortunately, his diagnosis was correct.

Otherwise, during the next quarterly exam, the master will come out of the phone and scold him...

......

The next morning,

Mifune Nyudo moved a dusty wooden box out of the cabin, opened the lid, then took out a tennis racket and threw it to Momoshiro Takeshi who was closest to him.

“Wow!”

Tao Chengwu raised his hand and took it with a relaxed look, but the next second his expression changed drastically and he fell to the ground.

He held the racket with both hands with difficulty and gritted his teeth and said, "What the hell is this racket? It's so heavy?"

The racket in my hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. I couldn't even lift it, let alone swing it.

Mifune Nyudo showed off: Of course, this is a racket I specially made for you!

"Of course it's different, because I put lead in the racket!"

On the uneven ground, everyone looked grim.

All the high school and junior high school students gathered on one side to face Mifune Nyudo alone.

The man raised his hand and swung the racket with ease.

If they were not sure that the man was holding the same kind of racket as them, they would have the illusion that he was holding an ordinary racket.

But the heavy weight in their hands told them that this was not an illusion.

At this moment, the terrifying power of Mifune Nyudo truly began to show.

He hit ball after ball, and everyone struggled to hold the racket tightly with both hands, but could only barely lift the racket to about ten or twenty centimeters above the ground, and they could not last more than one ball.

Mainly, the racket is too heavy!!

All the effort is wasted just picking it up!

The same is true for Kagemitsu and Yukimura. Neither of them is a power player, so they are still adapting to this racket.

But among them, there was one person who fought particularly hard.

Jingguang glanced at Echizen Ryoma who was working extremely hard, and what came to his mind was the familiar person who appeared in the forest last night.