After all, there are too many lessons from the past.

In the thick fog, the sound of breaking air came from the front right!

Toyama Kintaro easily hit back the incoming ball.

Behind him, Ryoma Echizen received two balls.

Everyone responded to each attack in order.

Then came the second round, the third round...

The force of the flying tennis balls became stronger and stronger, sometimes causing people's arms to feel numb.

Seeing that the fog was about to dissipate, their running journey was about to reach the end.

Eight balls flew in from the light and were successfully hit back by Echizen Ryoma.

When we ran to an open space, the thick fog finally dissipated and the morning sun shone on everyone's faces.

It looks like the track is over.

Everyone finally caught their breath and collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.

Jingmitsu and Yukimura were leaning against a tree. Although they were both physically exhausted, they were still able to stand and were not in such a miserable state.

Except for New Year's Eve, Niou, Yanagi, Hiyoshi, Mukai and others stood on their knees or with their hands on their hips, maintaining their image and not collapsing to the ground.

Jingguang suddenly looked up somewhere.

"What's wrong, Jingguang? What did you find..."?

Is it them?

Yukimura Seiichi looked over and saw the high school students wearing black T-shirts. They were also sweating and panting, covered in dust.

Watching them with racket in hand.

“So it’s them?”

No wonder.

The balls were powerful and seemed to know everyone's limits very well, so they were very targeted.

Apart from these high school students who trained with them, he didn't think about anything else.

Jingguang nodded, "Yes, it's them."

The others were attracted by the strange conversation between the two and looked over.

Momoshiro Takeshi: Σ(⊙▽⊙"a

"So those powerful shots just now were made by them?"

Oishi Shuichi: "It seems that they have also been accepted for the training results."

The junior high school and high school camps, from being in opposition at the beginning to not interfering with each other and then training together, encouraging each other and competing with each other,

Yanagi Renji: "If it weren't for them..."

Inui Sadaharu replied tacitly, "I'm afraid we wouldn't have reached this point."

Echizen Ryoma walked towards them but was stopped.

"You! Don't come back here again!"

Echizen Ryoma was startled and stopped in his tracks when he heard the blond high school student continue, "Hurry up and rush forward!"

Jingguang and Jingshi looked at each other, turned their heads to look at those "cold" high school students, and nodded.

"Let's go."

Yukimura Seiichi turned around and took the lead in another direction, with Jingguang following beside him and walking into the distance together.

The others also stood up and followed the two.

Ryoma Echizen, who was closest to the high school students, lowered his head, adjusted the brim of his hat, and left with the seniors.

The group continued along the road and saw a small wooden house halfway up the mountain. On it were simple drawings of three small sailboats painted in bright red paint.

Yanagi Renji said, "Three ships? Three ships?"

Jingguang: What else?

Meido Ryo rubbed his arms and said, "Is this a joke? It's really lame."

"What are you doing? The door is locked."

Kintaro Toyama was a little disappointed.

Jingguang silently took out the key, walked forward in everyone's surprised gaze, and opened the door with a click.

Facing everyone's puzzled looks, he said, "Coach Mifune gave it to me."

The small wooden door was opened, and what came into view were two large wooden boxes, which were filled with neatly arranged black uniforms with red stripes and the words "U17" printed on them.

There is another letter.

It says:

Boys, it's time to fight back!

Go, the gate out of Hell is open to you,

Now, light the flames of revolution,

To take it back,

Your own, glory!

Three ships.