Chapter 8: The Main Selection Tournament and Sanada
However, in the match with Yanagi Renji, Yukimura Seiichi did not see Morinaga Yuya using his power at all.
And he remembered that Morinaga Yu was also left-handed.
"Can I see Yuya using his left hand?"
Morinaga Yuya blinked, thinking that Yukimura Seiichi was his deskmate, so it was normal for him to know that he was left-handed.
"If he'd let me use it."
If he's not strong enough, you can't blame him.
Seiichi Yukimura understood what Morinaga Yuya meant, but it was normal, as geniuses are always arrogant.
Especially now that he has the capital to be arrogant.
Yanagi Renji's hand, which was recording the data, stopped, and the next second a pencil broke straight into two pieces and rolled to the ground.
left handed!
Morinaga Yuya subconsciously hid behind Yukimura Seiichi.
Such a strong murderous aura!
Yukimura Seiichi coughed lightly, and Yanagi Renji took out a new pen without changing his expression.
But the aura on his body was restrained.
Xiao Jiu slowly flew in front of Morinaga Yuya and said, "Yuya, your grasp of the data field is still a little bit problematic. We need to practice more after we return."
Morinaga Yuya paused his hand holding the bottle, and a stream of water overflowed from the bottle.
'I see. '
Seiichi Yukimura looked at Xiaojiu thoughtfully. Is he also a coach?
Niou Masaharu, who was playing with Marui Bunta again, paused and rushed over to Marui Bunta, who bumped into the stomach of Kirihara Akaya who was lying on the ground.
Marui Bunta hurriedly got up and checked carefully. Kirihara Aka was not hurt by him. Then he turned around and chased Niou Masaharu again.
"Sangyuan, come on and help me catch him!"
"I'm coming Bunta!"
Niou Masaharu, who was bullied by this doubles partner, grabbed the corner of Yagyu Hiroshi's clothes.
"Partner, save me!"
Yagyu Hiroshi steadied his body and could not move no matter how hard Niou Masaharu pulled.
Don't think he didn't notice that Niou Masaharu was the one who made all this fun.
Yukimura Seiichi gave an extremely gentle smile, "Everyone is still too energetic."
Yanagi Renji understood, and he took out the training sheet and gave them additional training.
Morinaga Yuya looked left and right, and finally stared at Yukimura Seiichi's face for a few minutes reluctantly.
Kirihara Akaya sat up while rubbing his stomach, and asked Mori Jusaburo, who was drowsy and leaning against a tree, in confusion.
"Mori-senpai, why do I feel like someone punched me in the stomach."
Maori Jusaburo yawned, his eyes half sleepy, and he scratched his hair apologetically.
"Sorry Akaya, I was just sleeping and didn't notice."
After a short break, Yuya Morinaga and Genichirō Sanada started.
Masaharu Niou found a good position, took out his camera and pointed it directly at Genichirō Sanada.
The game video was recorded by other people, and his task was to record the changes in Sanada Genichirō's expression.
To put it bluntly, Niou Masaharu wanted to see Sanada Genichirō make a fool of himself.
Hisaburo Mori moved a step to the side, leaving the best view for Masaharu Niou.
He admitted that he still had some resentment towards the deputy minister who arrested him every day.
Niou Masaharu curled up the corners of his mouth, looked at the image in the camera, and prepared to send a copy to Mori-senpai when the time comes.
Morinaga Yuya exhaled and threw the tennis ball high up. His movements were as standard as in a textbook, but he swung the racket with a little more force than before, and the racket drew a star-shaped trajectory vertically upwards.
A dazzling blue light rushed straight towards Genichirō Sanada's half of the field.
Kirihara Akaya frowned, a bit confused, "This ball is too slow, why doesn't Senior use his high-speed ball?"
Maori Jusaburo held Kirihara Akaya's head and rubbed it hard, "Look carefully, every move of Yuya is not weak."
Thanks to that bastard Shuji Tanejima, Mori Hisaburo felt a phantom pain in his hands when he saw this move.
He wanted to refuse to be a sparring partner, but Yuya would look at you with his puppy eyes, making it impossible for him to refuse.
Maori Jusaburo covered his face. He was just a little stronger and had a little more mental power.
Genichirō Sanada had already stood where the ball would land, ready to swing his racket.
The moment the tennis ball touched the racket, blue flames exploded and intense friction occurred between the tennis ball and the racket.
"Bang--"
The ball penetrated the net and hit Genichirō Sanada not far behind his feet, leaving a black trail as it rolled.
"Punch right through!"
Marui Fumita was shocked and grabbed Niou Masaharu who was standing beside him. "This is the first time that Sanada's racket has been hit through."
Niou Masaharu was glad that the camera was mounted on a stand, otherwise he would not have been able to capture such an interesting scene due to Bentai's actions just now.
"This is the first time I've seen Sanada show such an expression on the court, puri~"
On the court, Genichirō Sanada's eyes first revealed a bit of confusion and disbelief, and then a strong desire to fight.
"But this expression is more in line with the nickname - Black-Faced God."
——Comment by Niou Masaharu.
Mori Jusaburo took a deep breath in empathy. Morinaga Yuya had suddenly used this move during a practice match with Tanejima Shuji.
Now that you have it, you must practice it, and it would be best if you can master it quickly.
When they returned that day, the strings of the rackets of the other three people except Shuji Tanejima were all broken, including the spare rackets.
To be honest, it is really useful.
From then on, Maori Jusaburo developed the habit of carrying several extra rackets, and fortunately the training camp repaired the rackets for free.
I don't know how the staff would react when they got a racket that was obviously not their usual one, but Mori Hisaburo happily accepted it anyway.
But as far as he knew, Genichirō Sanada didn't have the habit of carrying four or five pairs of rackets, so—
"If Yuya breaks all of Sanada's rackets, does that mean he wins?"
When Kirihara Akaya heard this, his eyes lit up as if he had learned some secret.
Yukimura Seiichi thought about it and realized that this possibility was not low. Sanada Genichirō obviously did not have the habit of not catching the ball that he could not catch. Given his personality that advocated head-on confrontation, he would most likely choose to fight hard.
Thinking of this, Yukimura Seiichi crossed his arms, his eyes darkened, and his coat fluttered without wind. "Of course."
Seeing that Kirihara Akaya was immersed in his own fantasy, Marui Bunta, as a good senior, naturally chose to wake him up directly.
"Akaye, when you have gained enough strength, consider this move again."
Kirihara Akaya gritted his teeth and made up his mind, "Damn it! I'll train more when I get back!"
According to the rules, if a player has a spare racket, according to the rules of the tennis game, he cannot change the racket before a point is completed. He must wait until the point is over and signal to the referee before changing the racket and continuing the game.
Therefore, Genichirō Sanada held the broken racket and continued to move forward to receive the ball. After two balls, the racket, which was already in tatters, now had no intact strings.
"Sanada should be feeling it now."
The mental force attached to the tennis ball vibrates the nerves in the wrist.
Yukimura Seiichi and Mori Jusaburo said at the same time, "Now he/Sanada can't hold the racket steadily."
Maori Jusaburo looked at his young minister with admiration. He was indeed one of the strongest psychic players he had met so far.
After all, his family's Yuezhi Yueguang's mental strength is not bad either.
Yanagi Renji exclaimed, "Normal people's thinking is based on the effect caused by the power ball, so they ignore the use of mental power in it. It's a good move."
Maori Jusaburo yawned and felt a little sleepy.
"Unless they change hands, or break through Yuya's mental strength, there won't be anything interesting to watch next."
As soon as he finished speaking, Maori Jusaburo was a little scared by Yanagi Renji's burning gaze.
"Mori-senpai, have you ever played privately?"
Mori Jusaburo remembered the Rikkai University rules, which prohibited private competitions.
Of course, if you really want to compete, there won't be any problem if you don't get caught. But if you get caught? Then you should train more.
He would not give up the evidence for additional training in such a public place.
"I'm just practicing moves with Youye. It doesn't count as a competition."
Yanagi Renji didn't ask any further, "Mori-senpai, can you take me with you?"
Normally, he wouldn't just go A, but! He hasn't been able to find out where Maori-senpai went after skipping training since he was in the first grade of junior high school! ! !
This is simply a huge mistake in the data!
Startled by the fighting spirit in Yanagi Renji, Mori Jusaburo took a step back and scratched the back of his head.
"We usually practice on random abandoned courts. If there's an opportunity, no problem."
At worst, I can just take it over and throw it to Senior Irie. He is a senior anyway.
Maori Jusaburo thought half-heartedly.
On the court, Genichirō Sanada naturally noticed something was wrong. Having no awareness of mental tennis, he just thought it was the aftereffect of his stubborn attempt to catch the ball.
Since one hand can't hold it firmly, use two hands!
Maori Jusaburo shook his head regretfully, "It's a pity that Yuya usually doesn't need to use Star Track Fall after breaking an opponent's racket."
Yukimura Seiichi chuckled, "Are you afraid that the other party doesn't have a racket?"
It’s a cute idea, but it’s indeed a choice that Morinaga Yuu can also make.
"After all, You is a kind and good kid."
Perhaps because he often encounters murders, Morinaga Yuya always has a kind heart.
Sometimes a little kindness can save a life.
On the court, the ball hit by Genichirō Sanada with both hands is more powerful than the normal hit.
Morinaga Yuu also shook his right hand holding the racket. The force was a bit troublesome.
As expected of someone who practices kendo.
Morinaga Yu was also thinking a little distressedly, and his feet kept moving, just when many people thought that this ball would score.
"Bang--"
The net fell to Genichirō Sanada's court, then quickly bounced back and got stuck on the iron net, making a sizzling sound.
Kirihara Akaya, who was near the iron net, quickly took several steps back. "It almost hit my face."
Bunta Marui noticed something that shocked him: Yuya Morinaga had switched his racket to his left hand.
"He's left-handed!"
Yanagi Renji quickly calculated the data in his mind, "The force is 30% higher than the right hand, and the speed is increased by 35%."
Maori Jusaburo supported the somewhat confused Kirihara Akaya and patted his shoulder soothingly.
"Don't worry, Yuya is very good at controlling the strength and landing point."
He raised his chin and gestured for him to look at the ball stuck in the iron net. "That's just right. There's not a single scratch on it."
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