Chapter 186 Chapter 186 Players lead U17 VS...
Kirihara Akaya's toxic remarks undoubtedly shocked the whole audience.
Whether it is the U-17 Japanese team's own players or the U-17 Greek team's opposing players,
Especially the Greek opponents, Taranta Hercules and Papadopoulos Evangelos,
After hearing what Kirihara Akaya said, everyone was stunned.
'Victory, brought to...KEN by him?'
What does 'KEN' mean?
Tarantula Heracles and Papadopoulos Evangelos, who fought for Greece, subconsciously associated the word "KEN" mentioned by Kirihara Akaya with JAPAN.
However, Ochi Moonlight on the field and the members of the U-17 Japanese team off the field heard and understood it clearly.
"Kirihara Akaya... this guy is totally using the same old toxic style!"
"——It's still a completely messed up situation!"
Suddenly, they looked at each other, some of them not knowing how to explain.
Fighting for Greece and fighting for KEN... there doesn't seem to be any difference, it's the same fight anyway!
I barely managed to convince myself that I had found a perfect excuse to break the number one cat fan - kelp head.
Looking at the pair of Kirihara Akaya and Ochi Gekko on the field, everyone no longer asked for much - just to finish the game smoothly.
As for winning or losing...
Just kidding - how dare they lose with Jibai Cat present!!
The U-17 Greek team resumed serving.
Taranta Hercules got his serve again.
Holding the yellow ball in his hand, the moment when [Olympia Silver Light] was about to be released, it seemed to be dulled by the influence.
His doubles partner Papadopoulos Evangelos was the one who most accurately sensed that something was amiss.
"...Your Majesty Hercules,"
Taranta Hercules knew it well. It was because of the ball that he lost control and almost caused harm to people outside the field.
So much so that he feels uneasy when serving now, almost feeling psychological pressure and shadow.
Moreover, after being stimulated by a call from the Japanese junior high school player, Kirihara Akaya, who was on the other side of the net, the psychological pressure was even greater and heavier.
"Your Highness Hercules... is truly too kind,"
In the backcourt of the Greek team, Vulcan Larsius paused after hearing the sound.
It was Zeus Iliopoulos who spoke. Sensing his teammates' gazes, Zeus continued speaking.
"His Majesty Hercules will fight for the honor of Greece, but the honor of Greece is also bringing him unparalleled pressure."
Zeus' words were put into practice by Tarrant Hercules.
[Olympia Silver Light] A ball is hit, and brilliant light descends from the sky and blooms before your eyes.
But at the last moment of blooming, it suddenly ends.
The expectant crowd took another look—Taranta Hercules, a member of the Greek team, hadn't even managed to get the ball through the net!
“——!!”
“30:0!”
The referee's sharp whistle cut through the air.
The audience was in uproar, cheering for the Greek team to give up this point to the Japanese team.
Holding their rackets, Ochi Gekko and Kirihara Akaya, who were slightly bent over and waiting seriously, looked up at the two people on the other side of the net.
Papadopoulos Evangelos immediately turned to Taranta Hercules.
The focus of the sight, Taranta Hercules, was holding the racket, his face slightly solemn.
When Papadopoulos Evangelos was about to say something, he just raised his eyes slightly and shook his head slowly.
Evangelos fell silent.
The yellow ball returned to Taranta Hercules' hands again.
He had already lost points twice on serve, and even if it was for Greece's victory, he couldn't afford to lose points again.
[Olympia Silver Light]——!
"Please truly show mercy to him this time—"
The truly overwhelming silver light was extremely dazzling and flooded over. The incomparable huge pressure almost blinded the eyes facing the ball.
But neither Kirihara Akaya nor Ochi Gekko avoided or looked away.
The huge beam of light that fell from the sky reflected in their eyes, and the moment it was about to touch them—
“——Hehehehahahahahaha Ochi Moonlight-senpai, leave this shot to me!!”
Without considering whether Ochi Gekko could react in time, after he finished speaking, Kirihara Aka took a step forward with his racket in hand.
With white hair, red skin, and black pupils, the whites of his eyes were almost completely blood-red. He looked extremely ferocious and terrifying. Compared with the Greek team on the opposite side, who were full of divinity and almost like sculptures,
It is undoubtedly filled with evil and wickedness.
It was he who took a steady step, grabbed the racket without dodging, and directly hit Taranta Hercules's ultimate move [Olympia Silver Light]!
As soon as the racket came into contact with the almost silver-white ball, the high-speed friction continued to rise, and there was even a tendency for the friction to burn Kirihara Akaya's racket.
A normal person would instinctively avoid it, but for Kirihara Akaya, or for the entire U-17 Japanese national team—
It's just the friction of the racket that causes the burn, not me.
Even if I get burned by friction, I won't die.
——As long as you don’t die, it’s not a problem!
He didn't care about life or death, let alone this one ball——!
The racket did not retreat but instead hit the silver ball back directly.
The friction sound suddenly intensified, so intense that the entire stadium could hear the high-speed humming sound.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak—!"
Under the friction, sparks were faintly generated, and the sparks flew everywhere like flying debris, and did not even extinguish when they reached the ground.
It didn't look like a ball return at all - it looked more like a welder's construction site!
But that’s not all, because Kirihara Akaya——successfully returned the ball!
After a rather long struggle, [Olympia Silver Light] was directly blasted back.
I had anticipated that my serve would definitely be hit back.
Tarantula Hercules was also ready to fight back.
Considering that Papadopoulos Evangelos had previously seen his return of the ball cause his racket to fly out and become useless,
Taranta was mentally prepared, not only did he catch the ball with one hand, he even used both hands to catch the ball.
Holding the racket with both hands, he took a big step forward and hit back at the yellow ball that was coming towards him quickly and accurately.
The moment the racket touched the ball, Taranta Hercules' expression suddenly changed.
“Such an impact—”
He was shocked in his heart, and the force and rotational friction of Kirihara Akaya's counterattack directly made his arm numb.
It wasn't even just that - the collision was even more intense, and he could feel an almost tangible tearing pain in his wrists and arms!
"——What a terrifying counterattack!"
The racket tightly grasped in his hands struggled to be released, and Taranta Hercules did all he could to resist.
But - it's totally useless!
“BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM—!”
There was a roar of explosion, the ball hitting the ground, and then a sharp whistle -
“40:0!”
The [Olympia Silver Light] lost its balance again, and the U-17 Greek team D2 was oppressed and could not fight back at all.
Taranta Hercules looked at the stadium behind him, which had suddenly been cratered.
Once again, I was deeply shocked by the strength of the U-17 Japanese national team this year.
The other party is just a junior high school student, to reach such a level...
Seizing the opportunity, the audience's support for 'JAPAN' surged, and for a moment, almost the entire venue became a cheering group for Kirihara Akaya and Ochi Gekko.
This undoubtedly brought huge pressure to the U-17 Greek team.
Especially Taranta Hercules and Papadopoulos Evantros who are on the field,
“…”
“…”
There was no other dialogue or conversation, only superficial communication through eye contact and body movements.
Taranta Hercules' last serve -
Greece's victory in this round depends on whether this goal can make up for 10% -
“Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack—”
Four times of sharp sound, blasting up,
And the sharp whistle that followed!
"—2:0! JAPAN is leading!"
The U-17 Greek team completely lost their serve!
Taranta Hercules and Papadopoulos Evangelos barely managed to catch their breath in the waiting area.
Hearing the approaching footsteps, I instinctively looked up.
"...Lord Zeus,"
Zeus Iliopoulos looked at them, "Your Highness Hercules, Your Highness Evangelos,"
"Please keep working hard, the game is not over yet."
“…”
Taranta Hercules and Papadopoulos Evangelos looked at each other and grabbed their rackets together.
“—The game should end now, hahahahaha!!”
Serve game conversion——
Now, the one serving was the U-17 Japanese national team, a junior high school player on the court.
Kihara Aka!
The white hair, red skin, black pupils and blood-red eye whites have not changed at all, and the demonization has been activated all the time, even the consumption of its physical strength is almost zero.
Whether it was strength, speed, or stamina, it didn't look like it was affected at all.
Even this state of excitement can continue, increase, and climb up. Kirihara Akaya clenched the tennis ball tightly.
He did not hide his movements, and everyone could see the tennis ball being gripped, squeezed, and pinched with his knuckles.
“Th-That’s——”
In the audience, several first-year students from Seigaku who came from far away to watch the match, especially those who had witnessed the battle between Kirihara Akaya and Echizen Ryoma, were deeply impressed.
Horio Satoshi yelled, "Isn't that just a knuckle serve?!"
"—The one who hits people so hard?!"
"——BINGO,"
Kirihara Akaya's hearing was stretched to an extremely sharp level.
The sound from as far away as the audience seats can be heard clearly.
When he heard it, he just curled the corner of his lip, then raised his eyes, and his fierce, devilish eyes were directed at the Greek players opposite.
'Correct - but no prize!'
"Hey - ha - empty empty empty empty!!!"
The knuckle serve shot out of the racket, refracting intermittently, and then swished straight to the net in three or two strokes, with a confusing and unfathomable trajectory.
Taranta Hercules, who was the closest, took the lead and was about to swing his racket to respond.
The trajectory of the ball is unknown, so we can only make inferences based on the return.
“——It should be right here!”
"Bang!"
On the other side of the net, the black-haired, kelp-haired Kirihara Aka also retracted his shooting finger and glanced at him nonchalantly.
"Wrong answer—"
"That ball—was going for your face!"
“—Aa ...
The extremely horrified screams of fear resounded over the stadium.
At the same time, a sharp whistle followed closely behind, announcing the end.
"JAPAN VS HELLENCE REPUBLIC,"
“JAPAN—WIN!!”
Kirihara Akaya showed his little fangs, and his frizzy kelp hair finally faded back to black, looking a little more obedient.
——But that was only a temporary illusion,
He stared straight at the two people lying on the ground opposite the net, his eyes arched upwards.
He squatted down and looked at her, and spoke in a childish manner, with a half-smile on his face.
"——I already told you, I'm going to bring victory to Kei."
The two looked up and could only see a black figure against the light on the other side of the net.
Horror, utter horror, incomparable—horror.
He said, "—You guys should have given up earlier."
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