Chapter 178: Players and the U-17 World Cup Revealed...
Jibaimao's rare and very humanistic sentence "We want to be the best in the world"
This brought endless encouragement to the entire U-17 Japanese team, and their morale continued to grow. Especially when they thought that it was Jibaimao who said this, their confidence was involuntarily greatly improved!
"...Head Coach Yagi..."
"I'm so touched, so touched..."
“Be ambitious—to be number one in the world!”
The momentum has been successfully raised, but there is still rationality online.
After all, even in the U-17 World Championship warm-up exhibition match, their opponents are absolutely
——Currently the world’s number one team, the German team!
Still has the world number one in Jurgen Barisavich Volker.
With two complex mentalities of being excited and encouraged, yet keenly aware that the opponent was difficult to beat, it was like a world of ice and fire for a while.
"Then—let's begin!"
"Ladies and gentlemen! U-17 World Cup Open—"
"The match between Germany and Japan is about to begin!"
In the huge stadium, the only center court that attracts much attention,
The surrounding auditoriums were packed with people from all over the world, with different skin colors, languages, races, and genders, who applauded like thunder.
That's exactly what happened - the much-anticipated broadcast,
"Next, please welcome the nine-time U-17 World Cup champion—the former annual champion—"
"Germany is here!"
Suddenly, the audience was in an uproar. Countless voices shouting "Germany" surged like a wave, almost drowning the entire venue.
At this moment, the radio broadcast sounded again.
"The next one to appear is——"
"The Japanese team!"
The moment I stepped into the entrance, I was surrounded by clouds and mist, and the lights were shining everywhere. Countless spotlights moved around and finally settled on one point.
The people who came out on the light looked up——
There was complete silence.
The thunderous cheers for the German team that I heard while waiting in the wings seemed like an illusion, and when it was the Japanese team's turn, there was only silence.
The away game pressure was particularly severe, especially for the U-17 Japanese team, who were junior high school players making their international debut.
It was a real psychological blow.
The high school team was in the lead and seemed quite calm and at ease.
He could even whisper reminders and urges to the junior high school team members who paused for a moment.
The leading Byodoin Phoenix's attention was half on their opponent in the U-17 World Cup - the German team.
The other half fell completely behind the team.
The last black-haired figure of the U-17 Japanese team,
——Yagi Keijo!
Not only the Byodoin Phoenix, but the entire U-17 high school student team,
And the U-17 players who stayed behind before the live broadcast,
At this moment, a sentence flashed through my mind:
"Please, behave yourself... Just enter normally—don't make any mistakes—!"
The smoke emitted by the rustling sound sweeps the spotlights at the fixed points.
Everyone was moving forward until the last figure in the team appeared.
Black hair, Asian face, not yet fully grown, wearing the uniform of the U-17 Japanese national team,
It looks simple,
Like thick ink, from the ends of the hair to the pupils, it is all black.
...It was so dark that it made people feel a little uneasy.
It did not cause any adverse reactions, not even a slight fluctuation.
Yagi Kei, who was the last to appear, followed the team directly into the waiting area of the Japanese team.
“Was glotzt du so? (…What are you looking at?)”
Suddenly speaking, the voice hit my ears,
Jurgen Barisavich Volker, whose gaze fell on the waiting area of the U-17 Japanese national team, retracted his gaze and turned to the side.
The person speaking to him was Q.P, a member of the German team.
Jürgen Barisavich Volk looked at Q.P. and said calmly, "Ein lustiger Junge." (A boy.)
Q.P was a little interested and wanted to say something more.
Until a figure swiftly passed in front of him and Volker, and when he looked closely, he saw that it was a junior high school player of the U-17 German team.
E. Seifrick.
With a defiant and angular face, E. Seiflik looked a little impatient when Q.P called him. When he heard that he should pay more attention and be careful of the players of the Japanese team this year, he was so surprised and disdainful that he almost overflowed.
"Tell me to be careful of them—?" E. Sefrick sneered, "The subject of this sentence should be reversed—!"
After speaking, without any hesitation or stopping, E. Seiflik walked directly onto the court.
Following him was M. Bismarck, a member of the high school team, who shrugged his shoulders in frustration.
"Then I'm in, Q.P."
M. Bismarck turned and walked towards the court with his racket under his arm.
Only Q.P was left standing in the waiting area watching them go. Jurgen Barisavich Volker crossed his arms, stared silently, and still said nothing.
As soon as the two players of the German team were confirmed to play, the whole stadium became noisy and excited.
The audience kept chanting "Germany," and in comparison, the voices of the Japanese team were almost drowned out.
"...Who wants to be the first group?"
In the waiting area of the U-17 Japanese team, Byodoin Phoenix spoke directly.
Everyone looked at each other at the same time. Although no one expressed their feelings directly in words, their simultaneous steps forward and their body movements of grabbing their rackets and rushing out fully revealed their current state of mind.
The Phoenix of Byodoin took a breath, and suddenly a tuft of black hair sprang out from the side.
He took a quick glance and instinctively shut up, and Byodoin directly handed over the right to speak to the little black-haired boy who suddenly appeared.
Not only the Byodoin Temple, but also everyone else, sensing the movement of a certain silent guy, looked over at the same time.
[Ding!]
[U-17 World Cup Open, Germany vs. Japan——]
【Please choose your contestant——! 】
A transparent pop-up window suddenly appeared before the player's eyes, with two options and spaces. He clicked on it and took a look—
A member of the junior high school team, a member of the high school team,
Looking at the other side, it was the player's opponent for this round - 'Germany Team'.
Germany's first-round players confirmed: M. Bismarck / E. Seyfried
[Japan team's first round player selection: ________/________]
Click on the details and see the two SRs on the opposite side.
I touched it up and down, left and right, and touched all the mechanisms and operations.
The player's sight fell on two selection boxes.
...In that case——let’s have a try!
When they discovered the movement of the chicken-breaking cat, everyone's nerves were on edge, especially the few people who were most looking forward to the performance. Their expressions were slightly uncontrollable, and they wanted to rush forward and recommend themselves.
But they are all suppressing themselves and waiting for the choice of the chicken to break the cat.
After waiting for a while, and waiting for a while,
The black-haired boy in the center of their sight didn't make any direct move, but everyone felt a chill all over their body.
The direct sensation of being swept by a gaze projected from mid-air was even more intense.
It's like being watched from head to toe, from left to right,
Countless pairs of dark eyes hanging in the air...
"Echizen Ryuya,"
"Akutsu Jin."
The sound was calm, without any waves or ups and downs. It went in silently and directly like flowing water, ringing on everyone's eardrums.
The two people whose names were called, Echizen Ryuga and Akutsu Jin, paused at the same time.
At the same time, they raised their heads and stood three meters away from them.
The dark-haired and dark-eyed people, their dark eyes rested on them,
A very calm voice,
"Go ahead."
“…”
“…”
"knew,"
“…long-winded.”
Looking at the two figures who were either holding or gripping the racket, turning around and walking onto the court separately,
The U17 players couldn't help but feel a little nervous.
"These two guys...are they really okay playing doubles?"
After all, whether it is Echizen Ryuga or Akutsu Jin, in everyone's perception, they are all lone wolves fighting alone.
They were even more of a nuisance in the U17 training camp. Let alone doubles, I couldn't even imagine them working together.
In this case, we have to send these two guys to the field in the first game against the German team.
Coach Yagi/Yagi-kun/Kyu…what exactly is his thinking…
As the Japanese players walked onto the field, without exception, the entire audience cheered for the German team.
If it was anyone else, it would be fine, but it happened to be Echizen Ryuga and Akutsu Jin.
Neither of these two troublemakers cares about this little detail.
"——First game, Germany serves!"
M. Bismarck served from the backcourt, E. Seyfried was in the frontcourt, his eyes fixed on the two members of the Japanese team standing on his left and right.
Judging from the movements alone, it seems that there is no doubles tacit understanding at all.
What? These two were just sent here for formality.
"Hey, I say, even though Q.P said to be careful, I think you guys should get ready to leave as soon as possible!"
M. Seyfried leaned forward slightly, holding his racket, a mocking smile already on his lips. "Playing against us—you just lament how bad your luck is—"
“Swoosh—Bang boom boom boom boom!!!”
“——BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!!”
The yellow ball rushed like lightning, flashing in an instant, heading straight for the person's face. Even the afterimage of the ball became a vague and illusory point in the sight.
Unprepared, too late to prepare, and unexpected!
E. Seiflik was knocked back in a single shot – he was sent flying backwards!
“Bang!!”
The walls of the stands under the spectator seats, used to isolate the venue,
In an instant... a human-shaped hole was smashed out.
"Germany...team..."
"De..."
"ah……"
The cheers that had just come out a second ago were instantly shattered.
All that was left were scattered and meaningless sounds.
“…”
"Hey, are you still alive?"
M. Bismarck only served the ball for a moment, and his junior high school partner, who had just been standing in front of him, flew eight feet away.
He was even beaten so hard that he was embedded in the wall and could not move for a long time.
"You are the ones who have bad luck... right?" Echizen Ryuga put one hand in his pocket and tilted his face slightly to the side, smiling playfully as he grabbed the ball and hit it back.
"It's such a shame that we couldn't even successfully return a single goal."
I don't understand what he meant by "what a pity", but the situation on the field is now clear at a glance.
A member of the U-17 Japanese national team used just one goal to knock down a junior high school player from the German team!
"—Although our opponents were junior high school students, the Japanese team took the lead!"
"We snatched a point directly from the reigning champions, Germany!"
"——What incredible power! How on earth could someone with that kind of body launch such a terrifying ball!?"
The commentary was passionate and emotional, which made the audience excited.
Frowning, M. Bismarck spoke, "As expected, it was right to give up hope in playing doubles with a junior high school student from the beginning."
He didn't look at E. Seyfried's condition anymore. "When you've had enough of making a fool of yourself, come back and stand in the corner of the court."
"——In this game, I alone am enough!"
As soon as he said this, Echizen Ryuga and Akutsu Jin, who had a sullen face and missed the first return because they failed to grab the ball, looked over at him.
They were clearly just two faces he had never seen before, but in an instant, the terrifying aura emanating from them made Bismarck frightened. He involuntarily clenched his racket, suppressed his emotions and stood there, but beads of sweat were faintly oozing from his forehead.
“What, what’s going on… these two guys…”
"Hmm—one person, is that enough?"
Echizen Ryuga showed a playful expression on his face, while Akutsu Jin stared at Bismarck fiercely with his eyes rolled back.
"How dare you lump me in with such a shady fellow!"
Bismarck keenly noticed that there seemed to be some discord between the two, as if they had been dragged together and forced to form a doubles partnership.
His eyelids jumped, and he caught the opportunity.
At this time, you can use the tactic of disintegration and stimulation to make them contradict themselves.
Without realizing it, he had already ruled out the possibility of a direct confrontation with Echizen Ryuga and Akutsu Jin, and instead turned to flank tactics, Bismarck constantly reviewed the possibilities in his mind.
Echizen Ryoma looked at him and probably knew what he was thinking. He didn't say anything but laughed out loud.
"If that's what you think—congratulations,"
He stopped talking halfway through, letting Bismarck's mind wander.
“——”
"Bismarck serves again—!"
Following M. Bismarck's action, the stadium once again erupted in loud cheers for the reigning German team.
Seyfried, standing in the corner, was in a state of panic. He gripped his racket tightly and clenched his teeth.
But even so, the Japanese players facing them were no longer the Japanese team that everyone knew in the past.
"——Hey, this ball is mine."
"Get out of the way! I'll do it—!"
Echizen Ryuga and Akutsu Jin attacked simultaneously, and their rackets collided with a loud bang.
The audience was stunned - but even so, the ball was still not taken!
It can even be said that the counterattack force fully added to the strength and characteristics of the two people, rushing towards M. Bismarck head-on like lightning and thunder!
Bismarck keenly sensed the powerful pressure, and his expression was definitely not good.
He had never expected that these two guys could successfully return the ball even though their rackets were fighting, and even return such a terrifying shot.
How is this possible? It's already like this, just leave him alone--!!
He clenched his hands and slammed his racket, twisting his waist and striding forward. M. Bismarck instinctively sensed the difficulty of this ball and from that moment on, he fought back with all his might.
The moment the racket touched the ball, there was a pause.
An extremely subtle premonition, ominous, strange, indescribable, and... empty?
Following my intuition, I raised my eyes, and what jumped into my eyes was a net of separation,
That guy named 'Echizen Ryoma'... the curve of his lips.
"Oh... I got it. Want to congratulate you?"
No smile, no smile, false, hypocritical,
'A false goal'
An inexplicable voice in Bismarck's heart clamored, "This ball must not be hit back", but the moment the ball touched the racket, it was already hit back with great difficulty -!
Their figures suddenly changed, with a completely new pace and body movements. In just a blink of an eye, the two of them had reached the point where the ball landed.
Fast, so fast, almost fast enough to outstrip time—
“Empty, empty, empty, empty—!!”
The ball hits the racket instantly, without any pause.
The movements were so smooth and fast that only afterimages could be seen.
That's why the power of this return shot is even more terrifying!!
"No, no, who are these two guys from the Japanese team...?!"
No longer M. Bismarck, the other players in the waiting area of the German team,
Q.P and Jurgen Barisavich Volker, who had been silent with his arms folded, both looked towards the field.
So far, with only two goals, the strength of the Japanese team has completely changed compared to before!
Even the cheers from the audience seats on the side of the field gradually increased with the number of "Japan".
But this is just the beginning.
Bismarck calmed down and suppressed his movements, then swung his racket vigorously again, intending to return the blow.
The moment the racket touched the ball, I suddenly realized something was wrong.
But before the brain is aware of it, the situation has already happened.
His ability——instantly, disappeared without a trace!!
M. Bismarck couldn't help but open his eyes wide, and the calmness he had managed to maintain on his face suddenly collapsed, shattered, and nothing was left.
He was not mistaken, it was absolutely true - his ability really disappeared!
His heart wavered, and his movements were affected. The high-speed spinning ball kept hitting, almost piercing through Bismarck's racket.
He took a deep breath and spoke hoarsely, "What... did you do?"
“…”
He raised his eyebrows. Compared with Akutsu Jin, who had no expression but only fierceness, Echizen Ryuga's expression was simply too tolerant.
"I didn't do anything—I guess you won't believe me."
Echizen Ryuga smiled and brushed it off lightly, "It's just catching the ball, that's all~"
Bismarck's expression was definitely not good. Even E. Seyfried, who was holding the racket and gritting his teeth, could not hold back and wanted to enter the court again.
Finally, the angry Akutsu Jin finally said, "Why are you talking so much nonsense with them?"
"Now, all we have to do is win it back for that guy."
Just this one sentence determined the overall situation.
The spinning and whirling ball rushed back and forth, almost crushing the two German players on the field, M. Bismarck and E. Seiflik.
Whether it is serving or returning the ball, it is completely impossible to receive it smoothly.
The tempo of the entire match was controlled by the opposing Japanese players, Ryuga Echizen and Jin Akutsu.
Anyone with eyes can see that the situation has become completely one-sided.
Whether it was Bismarck or Seyfried, the chances of trying to create a desperate situation to survive were completely tilted towards - 0%!
Especially the more they fought, the more frightened they became.
Because - they are losing their tennis skills!
It's not an illusion. As the fight continues, both counterattacks and defenses become increasingly strenuous. Even the most basic counterattacks become increasingly difficult, not to mention keeping up with the rhythm and movements.
This, this situation—it has never happened before!
What on earth had happened to cause this situation?!
The process of destruction cannot be stopped by the power of just two people.
In the end, all you can do is watch helplessly - everything is finalized!
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang!!"
A ball crashed through, and M. Bismarck's tennis racket flew out from the spot, landing heavily in the audience, and everyone immediately dispersed! !
Looking closely again, the racket belonging to Bismarck that had flown out had broken into pieces layer by layer, and the strings were broken beyond repair!
"——The game is over!"
"Japan wins!!"
The sound was as vast as the sea, and the applause was as loud as thunder. The whole audience was shouting "Japan".
Even the commentator's voice was passionate, generous, and uplifting. "—Japan! They won an unquestionable victory over Germany in the first match!"
"—Although it was an exhibition match, the Japanese team was a complete success!"
Compared to Bismarck and Seyfried who were panting and sweating profusely on the other side of the net, Echizen Ryuga and Akutsu Jin who were separated by a net looked as if they had just finished a warm-up.
"——How could this be!?"
"What are the limits of these two guys' physical strength?!"
Both Bismarck and Seyfried were completely shocked.
This game was a complete success for the Japanese team.
Just looking at the cheers from the audience, they have already turned heavily to "Japan", "Japan", "Japan"!
After just one game, the U-17 Japanese team's support rate has skyrocketed!
Jin Akutsu and Ryuga Echizen returned to the Japanese team's waiting area, where they were greeted with welcome and gazes from the U-17 team.
Although these two guys are troublemakers, they never hold back on major issues.
They had a great start, and this alone was enough to change many people's opinion of them.
"Oh! What a win!"
"Nice fight! I envy you two!"
“Let me come next time too!!”
The steps did not stop, and the path went straight forward until the final destination.
It was also the only pair of black figures sitting there,
Kei Yagi,
As if sensing their arrival, the dark and empty eyes finally slowly reflected the figures of the two newcomers.
This is the first time, truly, that I see their faces through these eyes.
Not an opponent, nor a teammate, but as a player sent by him,
As a chess piece in his hand to win.
“…”
“…Tsk.”
Akutsu Jin was impatient, but still did not leave, forcing himself to stand here, facing the black existence,
"We've already won the first match." Echizen Ryuya said lightly, holding the racket, looking like he was smiling.
Players are randomly drawing the second group of combatants.
Using one UR+SR to play against two URs is indeed too extravagant, so the second group of options can be more flexible.
Players focus on the options for the second Click match, and have a full hand of UR, SSR, and SR combinations.
When I looked up, I saw two NPCs still standing in front of me, not talking or moving, just standing there.
The players looked at them.
They also look at the players,
Player: “…”
Hey, why aren't you moving? Are you blocking the road?
"Tsk, I knew this guy would be thrown away after use."
"Haha, what a cold-hearted chess player. Well~ I guess I expected that~"
Player: “?”
What are you mumbling about?
Go, go, go - the only thing on the players' minds is the next battle card!
It's decided that it's you—
Come on!
——[Tezuka Kunimitsu & Oni Jujiro]!
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