The duel of this ball begins.
In just one minute, Ibu Shinji kept running on the court, while Kamishiro Ai on the opposite side stood calmly in place, easily returning the ball that flew like a precise missile.
Ibu Shinji already understood.
Kamishiro Lan applies spin to the ball so that each time he hits it back it flies to the same place, thereby continuously consuming his own energy.
If he forcibly changes the direction of his return, the ball will either go into the net or out of bounds.
After repeating this for five minutes, Kamishiro Ai once again applied a spin to the ball that was far greater than before.
"This..." The moment Ibu Shinji swung the racket, his muscles were paralyzed, his eyes widened, and he watched the ball fly past him in disbelief.
"Is this instant paralysis?" He gasped, supporting his body with the racket.
From just now until now, Ibu Shinji has been running back and forth like a puppet.
Facing Kamishiro Ai's ball, he was like a stray dog, with no other choice but to let it do whatever it wanted.
While fighting back, he also deeply felt the rotation imposed by Kamishiro Lan.
"Both the topspin and the backspin are amazingly perfect. The scariest thing is that if it's a protracted battle, I definitely won't be able to last 20 minutes, and my arm muscles might get injured."
"Is this the instant paralysis of the perfect form?"
Ibu Shinji picked up the tennis ball with a complicated expression.
Anyone who sees his or her football skills being performed more perfectly by someone else will feel a sense of loss.
"Instant paralysis is a good skill, but it is far from your end." Kamishiro Lan picked up the tennis ball and tapped it gently.
"Watch this, Ibu, this is your target."
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