"This is impossible. Fuji-senpai's ball skills are completely useless?!" Katsuo and Horio muttered in disbelief.
'Echizen Ryoma': "Fuji-senpai......."
'Tezuka Kunimitsu': "So strong."
.......
"Huff." Fuji Shusuke breathed heavily.
Even though he hadn't even finished the first game, his body already felt tired.
The cost of playing against Kamishiro Lan is enormous.
It's not only physically demanding, but also mentally exhausting.
No matter what skills are used, the opponent can easily resolve them. It seems that there are many flaws when standing there, but when the real fight starts, it is found that there are actually no flaws.
Kamishiro Ai's posture is freehand and standard, but she can easily hit the ball with different rotations and angles.
While Fuji Shusuke was running hard, he also needed to try his best to guess the spin on the tennis ball. Once there was a small mistake, the opponent would seize the fleeting opportunity and hit him with a torrential attack, making him breathless.
Rather than saying that I was still insisting on this ball, it would be better to say that it was the opponent who did not allow me to lose this point easily.
He knew that the best strategy was to readjust after losing this point.
"Swish." Sparks flew as the soles of Fuji Shusuke's shoes rubbed against the ground. He stepped on the ground before the tennis ball came, twisted his waist and abdomen with his feet as the axis, swung out his right arm, and hit the tennis ball back.
"It's a bit boring, let's go to the next one."
"Click!" Kamishiro Lan changed his previous casual attitude, a glimmer of fire appeared in his eyes, and he took a step forward.
"The Thirty-Two of the Broken Path: Yellow Fire Flash."
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