Chapter 138: Players sneak into the U17 junior high school student group! ...
After Kurobe Yukio finished speaking, all the invited junior high school students present fell into an indescribable stiffness and silence.
In this situation, I don't know what to say or what expression to make.
Kurobe Yukio has already poured out all the conditions,
What fell from the sky were two hundred tennis balls and one hundred bombs. Combined with the previous statement of "reducing the number of people to two hundred at a time,"
This undoubtedly means that only those who grab the two hundred tennis balls will officially survive, and the one hundred people who fail to grab the tennis balls... will be killed by the bomb?! !
ah? ! ! !
No, isn't this right? Is this normal?!
A torrential downpour of yellow tennis balls mixed with bombs covered the entire sky and landed in everyone's sight. Everyone felt a chill all over their body the moment they realized what was happening.
I won't mention my strength or whether I can grab the tennis ball, but from the beginning, the frequent appearance of "bombs" until now,
Isn't this a tennis training camp? Why is the 'bomb' more prominent than the tennis ball?!
besides……
Whether it was Fuji Shusuke of Seigaku, Kanzuki of St. Rudolph, or Nagashiro Kide of Higa, they all keenly noticed the high frequency of the title that this coach-like person kept mentioning - 'Head Coach'.
'Letter from the head coach', 'According to the head coach's wishes' and 'To please the head coach'——
No, something is wrong. This kind of paranoid and fanatical feeling is so wrong!
Could it be that they have mistakenly entered some evil cult gathering place? !
With this in mind, looking at their methods and incomprehensible brutality—that’s exactly what happened!!
The junior high school students were shocked and did not take action immediately. They slowed down for a second, just this second -
The crowd of high school students, who looked extremely dark and silent, and had a strange and ruthless aura around them, took action almost instantly!
Each one was faster than the other, like a hungry wolf pouncing on its prey, scrambling and fearlessly rushing towards the overwhelming rain of bombs and tennis balls.
Kikumaru Eiji of Seigaku watched this, his pupils trembling. "Aren't they afraid of death?... There's a bomb in here!!"
After the previous uniform grabbing battle, people no longer foolishly asked whether the bomb mixed in the tennis ball was real or fake.
Oishi Shuichiro's face was tense, and he bit his lip and reflexively looked at the backbone of Qingxue beside him, "Tezuka, we..."
While they were still hesitating, several figures suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
The schools that were stationary at their original locations, such as Seigaku, Fudomine, and Shitenhoji, immediately looked over—it was Rikkai University!
The expression on his face was the same as that of the high school students, fearless and fearless, and he headed straight for the center of the rainstorm!
"They..." Yuta Fuji of Saint Rudolph wanted to say something, but several figures rushed out from the side.
Looking again - it was the Ice Emperor's people holding the rackets and almost running away leaving an afterimage!
The fastest runner was even Keigo Atobe, who usually paid the most attention to grace and elegance!
The two schools acted without hesitation, which immediately made the other schools, who were still standing there in a daze and preparing to wait and see what was happening, nervous.
Akira Kamio looked at Rikkai University on the left and Hyotei University on the right. In just a moment of hesitation, the presidents of the two schools had already rushed into the violent rain of bombs and tennis balls. They swung their rackets in a smooth and swift movement, and found one of the two hundred balls as if taking something out of a bag!
Suddenly realizing something, Tachibana Jiping quickly pulled out his racket and said to Fudomine behind him, "It's time to go, everyone!"
Kamio Akira was still immersed in the subtle fear that the rainstorm before him was made up of bombs and tennis balls. When he heard this, his pupils trembled.
Tachibana Jiping said quickly and concisely, "There are only two hundred tennis balls, and the number of survivors... is only two hundred!"
Almost instantly, Bokuto Nagashiro understood what he meant.
It’s not that there are only two hundred places left…it’s that only the first two hundred people who grab the tennis ball can survive!
After two hundred people——no matter who they were, all they would receive were bombs!!
No, the situation is even more serious. If someone among these two hundred people snatched more than one tennis ball, then the number of survivors would not be the two hundred mentioned by the coach-like man!
All of a sudden, everyone's brain went blank.
Now - speed is of the essence!
Almost as soon as they realized this, there was no time to react, "Swish, swish, swish, swish" - everyone frantically drew their rackets and rushed to the center of the rainstorm!
No wonder those guys from Rikkai University and Hyotei ran so fast—it seems like the guys from those two schools had long realized that this was a life-or-death elimination match for the last place, with their lives on the line!
There were two hundred tennis balls, but when the remaining six schools entered the venue, there were less than a hundred. Even the sharp-eyed Ken Oshitari noticed that one of the high school students was snatching multiple tennis balls, some even from his teammates on the same team!
The thing I was worried about finally happened!
"Damn it—those guys! Don't they even care about their companions?! They won't even leave them alive!!"
Taocheng Wu shouted angrily,
But this did not stop the situation from getting worse.
If you just want to grab the two hundred balls that fall from the sky, the difficulty level is low and it is almost easy.
But now it’s not just about snatching - you also have to bear the pressure of being snatched away by bombs or being robbed at any time!
All the middle school students in the battle for the team uniforms witnessed the bomb exploding before their eyes. No matter how strong their mental qualities were, when faced with a life-and-death crisis, their first reaction was still instinctive fear and avoidance.
This subtle difference in emotions undoubtedly gave the high school students, who were craving for every tennis ball like hungry wolves, an opportunity!
They no longer cared whether the bombs were bombs or tennis balls. If they touched the racket, they would grab the tennis balls and if they touched the bombs, they would explode.
Wait, open?!
——Are these people really going to die?!
After finally squeezing out a way to survive in the mixed rain of bombs and tennis balls, Golden Xiaochun held up the yellow ball in her hand and showed it to Ichiuji Yuji as if it were a treasure.
"Look——Yuji-kun, I got it too~~"
“Swish!”
The clear sound of something breaking through the air was heard by his ears. At such close range and speed, he was keenly aware of it. With a flash of light from his lens, Golden Xiaochun suddenly turned his head and rushed straight towards him - surprisingly, it was a bomb that was swung directly at him by the high school student!
Ichiuji Yuji, who caught the voice of Golden Koharu, raised his head and saw this scene the moment he opened his eyes. His eyes were almost tearing apart.
"——Xiaoharu!!!"
This scene was not only happening in Shitenhoji Temple, but also in Rikkai University, Hyotei University, Seigaku University, Fudomine University, Higa Junior High School, Yamabuki University, and many other schools.
It was Kirihara Akaya who was attacked at Rikkai University. Sensing the subtle change in the air when the bomb hit, the black kelp-headed man glanced quickly at the end of his eyes.
The corners of his lips were already curled up in a way that matched his mood. "Really? It looks like I'm being taken advantage of."
"Just a small bombshell——I've never taken it seriously!!"
As soon as the words fell, he swung the racket, and his return action was smoother and more familiar than that of high school students, catching the opponent off guard.
Kirihara Akaya's counterattack was even more powerful and brutal, the ferocious bomb went straight to the high school student's face without mercy!
The one chosen by Hyotei was Hiyoshi Wakaba. He was a bit weak in his response, especially after facing the earth-shattering power of the bomb. Despite repeated attempts to control himself, he was still a beat behind the bomb ball.
Just as he was about to be hit by the bomb, he raised his racket, blocking it firmly and heavily, and immediately hit back in the blink of an eye.
Looking up along the racket and the hand holding it, Hiyoshi Wakaba's eyes suddenly saw the figure of Atobe Keigo!
Let’s not talk about the shock Hiyoshiro felt, but Atobe Keigo’s expression at this moment was definitely not good.
Before they left the U17, the high school students here had not yet broken through the bottom line to this extent. Even the "head coach's" followers were not as crazy and paranoid as they are now.
In just a short period of time, they've all grown so abnormally...
After he left, what happened to these U17 guys?
And what will they experience...
It's so foggy that I can't even see the future.
In addition to Rikkai University and Hyotei, the members of other schools that were attacked also found their own solutions.
Suddenly, the entire center court was filled with bombs and tennis balls flying in the air.
The bombs dropped from the sky finally landed on the ground. The bombs that were not fired made a series of "boom boom boom" sounds as they touched the ground.
Explosions, smoke, flames, high temperatures, and even dust and dirt produced by the explosions all came at everyone present without any rules, regardless of friend or foe!
It was the first time for the middle school students to encounter such a scene of being chased and killed. For a moment, only the desire to survive took over. Their pupils shrank suddenly and they almost ran to a safe corner to avoid it.
While escaping with difficulty, I barely managed to look back – high school students were still scrambling to get ahead!
After being blown up, he stumbled to his feet, his face showing a strange expression that was completely unreadable. He wiped his face and dragged his body forward to fight again—
Aren't these guys afraid of death?!
The middle school students were completely shocked. These people... could really be called human beings, and not some mutant zombies...
The last few people who didn't get the tennis ball tried their best and used all means to grab it, fighting for their only chance of survival.
Ten, nine, eight, seven... three, two...
——The last one!
Amidst the overwhelming rain of tennis balls and bombs, only one last bright yellow shadow remained!
That was the last tennis ball, the last chance to survive!
The middle school students quickly looked around at their own team members. Although the environment was harsh and even life-threatening, everyone, through their own efforts or the cooperation of their teammates, basically got a tennis ball and a chance to save their lives.
This discovery undoubtedly made everyone breathe a sigh of relief.
Then this last tennis ball will be played by...
"Ah, it looks like we've arrived at the perfect time."
A clear and distinct voice rang out. Almost at the moment of hearing this voice, the Qingxue people who were running around in the dust and dirt caused by the aftermath of the bomb explosion suddenly raised their heads.
Especially Momoshiro Takeshi's reaction was even greater, "Y-It's Ryoma——?!"
"Little one! Little one, you are back?!" Kikumaru Eiji jumped up suddenly while pressing on Oishi Shuichiro's back.
All of a sudden, Ryoma Echizen who suddenly appeared on the U17 central court became the target of everyone's criticism!
Ryoma Echizen, who had just accepted the U.S. Invitational Tournament, took the next flight back to Japan and arrived at the U17 training base almost on time.
Even though he was on a deadline, he still appeared in front of everyone with an air of ease. Echizen Ryoma raised his baseball cap and scanned the dusty faces of the school members in front of him with his cat-like eyes.
He arrived late and didn't experience the robbery of the uniforms. He followed the traces of explosions on the road.
Now that we have reached the center court, we probably have a rough understanding of the situation.
Oishi Shuichiro was worried that he would get lost in the chaos, so he immediately said, "Echizen, be careful - there is only one tennis ball left, the others are bombs -"
Almost at the moment when the words fell, Echizen Ryoma's racket had already hit the bomb that the high school student was throwing directly at him. The eyes in the upward-curling cat pupils quickly swept downwards.
"……bomb?
The next second, there was a loud bang without any warning, and Ryoma Echizen, who was facing the bomb, was surrounded by flames and smoke!
“Ryoma—!?”
"——Echizen!!!"
"Little one——!! Are you still alive?!!!"
Everyone in Qingxue was shocked and dazed. This situation was completely beyond their expectations.
No, no, Echizen just appeared...how did he get blown up by a bomb?!
The one who launched the bomb was one of the high school students. He looked deeply at the innocent Echizen Ryoma.
"Sorry, in order to grab the last ball - it's all because of your terrible timing!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed forward again to grab the last yellow ball that symbolized the safety ticket.
Witnessing Echizen Ryoma being bombed, all the teams that had dealt with Seigaku looked at Seigaku with unhappy expressions.
Even if one junior high school student is excluded, there are still nearly a hundred high school students competing for this last ball.
For the 300 people gathered here, eliminating one third of them at once was really terrifying.
The middle school students all had some complaints about this, but the high school students, who should have the most complaints,
No one had any other thoughts except obeying orders and doing as they were told. Some even shouted things like "For the head coach", "The head coach's orders are absolute", and "Head coach——".
The junior high school students, not knowing who this 'head coach' hidden behind the scenes was and what kind of charm he had, looked at each other with strange expressions.
The Rikkai public and Atobe Keigo, who knew the true face of this "head coach", felt even more complicated.
Why does it feel like…after just a short absence, this place has become Yagi/Kei's absolute home turf…
The last tennis ball drew a bright yellow arc in the scramble for the ball, attracting the attention of everyone in the audience.
The yellow ball bounced up and down, bouncing among the grabbing hands and rackets, and finally—
Suddenly it landed on a red racket that appeared out of nowhere!
“Madamadadane——!”
As soon as this voice came out, the Qingxue people who were still immersed in confusion, anger and sadness were suddenly startled, and immediately turned their heads to look -
At the end of my sight, the person holding a red racket and a yellow tennis ball firmly grasped in his other hand was none other than Echizen Ryoma, who had just faced the bomb explosion!!
"——Echizen!!"
"Little one, you're still alive?!!"
Kikumaru Eiji was about to pounce on him, crying with joy. Echizen Ryoma pulled down his hat and raised his face, which was covered with dust.
"I'm still alive and well, Kikumaru-senpai, please don't curse me at this time."
“——!!”
Echizen Ryoma himself didn't even know how he dodged the explosion at the moment it came. As if relying on the most instinctive body memory, he quickly blocked his face with the racket, stepped back and leaned back suddenly -
His dodging moves were smooth and fluid, as if he'd done it countless times. Wait, why did he feel like he'd done it countless times?!
There is no time for him to think about this problem now. The tennis ball in his hand is the most important thing!
Echizen Ryoma successfully got the last ball among the hundred people - at this point, all 200 tennis balls had been snatched away.
Standing on the second-floor observation deck, Kurobe Yukifu finished counting the time, looked down at everyone in the center court, and raised his megaphone.
"Okay—now the eliminated candidates have been determined,"
With a quick glance of his sharp eyes, he said in a calm tone, "It seems they are all high school students."
"No——Coach Kurobe, please give us another chance, even if it's for the head coach——"
"The head coach won't give you a second chance," Kurobe Yukio interrupted directly, saying coldly,
"It's such a waste to fail even this little challenge."
"—You have now been abandoned by the head coach."
“——!!!”
All of a sudden, the atmosphere on the field changed.
The confused middle school students looked over and saw that the high school students who didn't get the tennis balls all looked gloomy and ugly, and some even showed signs of collapse.
No… What on earth had happened? Why did these guys, who had just been so resilient, now look so desperate…
Just when everyone was still unable to figure out a result, the situation on the field changed again.
Kurobe Yukifu noticed something move slightly, then looked at the survivors below. His expression became strange again, and there seemed to be a hint of an incomprehensible smile.
"What good luck! You guys—now prepare to form teams freely, in pairs. I'll tell you the rules for the next game later."
Kurobe Yukio's words were vague and unclear, leaving everyone confused. Some wanted to ask further questions.
"Is the team formation related to any subsequent arrangements?"
But what he got was just a cold look from Kurobe Yukio who turned around and was about to leave. Suddenly, the hair on his body stood on end and no one dared to ask any more questions.
Seeing this scene, the junior high school students looked at each other and all felt a little nervous.
Ever since entering the U17 training base, I've noticed that the atmosphere is not right.
Especially the high school students and the indigenous people here, they look like they are crazy.
No, not crazy, these guys are completely crazy.
Although I have some thoughts about the weird U17, but now that I am here, I can only follow the rules here for the time being.
Looking around, the junior high school students all chose to form a team with their teammates or close friends.
If you were playing against high school students, this would allow you to maximize your strength.
All the surviving junior high school students are forming teams, and some of the surviving high school students are also forming teams.
Only the high school students who didn't get the tennis balls were sitting quietly in the corners, watching everything that happened in the middle of the court silently.
Occasionally, people would look up or glance sideways and see that the resentment surrounding these guys was almost overflowing.
...What are you doing?
They quickly divided into groups of two. When they were almost done, Kurobe Yukifu came out from the second-floor observation deck.
As he scanned the groups and couples one by one, that strange smile flashed across his face again.
Just as he picked up the loudspeaker and was about to announce something, there was a sudden 'sizzling' sound of electricity.
As soon as Kurobe Yukio stopped, the U17 players on the field seemed to sense something and all looked up at the sky.
The confused junior high school students also looked up.
At the point of sight, a dark shadow was getting closer and closer. Tezuka Kunimitsu squinted his eyes and looked at it.
The familiar sound of propellers roared in—it was the same helicopter that had just dropped two hundred tennis balls and one hundred bombs.
Is it going to be another tennis ball or bomb dropped this time?
With excellent eyesight, he watched the helicopter chassis getting closer and lower, and the propellers running at high speed. Suddenly, the helicopter door opened wide!
A figure stood against the wind, its black hair was blown into disarray by the wind, its lowered eyes were cold and empty, without a trace of superfluous expression.
He looked at everyone in the center court below, as if he was treating everyone equally. For a moment, his expression was so cold that it made people's heart palpitate.
“…What is that?”
There is still some distance, and the unfamiliar group of junior high school students are at a loss.
“…”
The ones who remained silent were Rikkai and Atobe, who knew the guy's true identity here. Now looking at this action, they had vaguely sensed the impending storm.
But this is not the point. The point is - in full view of everyone, the hand holding the hatch loosened, and the black figure took a step forward.
Amidst countless worried, doubtful, terrified, bewildered, admiring, and fanatical eyes, he fell down, literally plummeting from a great height—
The body is nimble and agile, like a swift flying in the air, a black dot cuts through the air and leaves a long trail.
Kirihara Akaya had already recognized who it was the moment they met, and now he couldn't help but take a step forward.
In just a few seconds, the black swift-like figure had landed lightly on the ground!
It looked light - but upon closer inspection, huge spider-web-like deep cracks appeared under his feet!
The dull and deep rumble did not reach my ears, but faintly transformed into tremors and vibrations that reached my body surface. When I carefully noticed it again,
The person who landed on the ground had already stood up slowly, patted his shoulders twice as if he had noticed something, and raised his eyes slightly to look at the confused junior high school students.
After thinking for a moment, he raised his hand.
Player: "Yo."
Junior high school students: “…”
Such a familiar way of greeting, especially from Seigaku, Fudomine, and Shitenhoji, who have all had direct contact with Jibaimao...
The more unfamiliar Yamabuki Academy looked at the expressions of other schools. Sengoku Seijun scratched his head.
"Hey, this child is...?"
Although I couldn't see it clearly from the helicopter, but now that I'm closer and looking at it in person, it looks too small... It seems like it only looks like an elementary school student.
After swallowing hard, Kamio Akira, who had been bullied by the chicken and cat, said slowly: "You, you don't know..."
"—That guy is Rikkai University's Kei Yagi, the dark horse in this year's national tournament, the one known as the endless abyss, the absolute ruler of this generation!!"
At Yamabuki Junior High School, Akutsu's gaze suddenly became sharp.
But at this moment, the player has no time to care about these small NPCs.
After the junior high school students entered the U17 training camp base, the players' task progress, which had been silent for many days, finally began to fluctuate!
[Limited Time Mission: Challenge the U17 Expedition Team on their Overseas Expedition!]
[——Lead the current U17 team members who are about to assemble to challenge and defeat the U17 overseas expedition team with 100% confidence!
-Current mission success rate: 50.1%...]
During this period, repeatedly torturing and destroying the U17 natives only increased the mission success rate to 50%. The value after 50% did not increase at all.
But as soon as the junior high school students entered the U17, the values began to fluctuate upward, especially after the ball grab, it increased by 0.1%!
From this perspective, the second half of the player's mission lies with these familiar NPCs!
Jibaimao was thinking, Jibaimao was overjoyed, Jibaimao found the target!
So - get to work!
NPCs——your players are here!
The attention of the junior high school students was immediately attracted by the black-haired mushroom-head who jumped from a helicopter mid-air and did it so handsomely.
So much so that he failed to notice at the first moment that Kurobe Yukio on the second-floor observation deck was paying attention to Jibaimao, and the U17 natives on the sidelines had a momentary admiration and fear.
Complex emotions are intertwined and become a secret and unspoken fact.
Kurobe Yukio didn't get a look of disgust, so he probably guessed what their new head coach meant.
Want to join the junior high school group and have some fun? Well, there's no way.
——What a willful head coach.
Kurobe Yukifu took up the speaker without complaint. "Well, now that everyone here has been divided into groups, let's begin—the other person in the same group will be your next opponent!"
When these words came out, everyone was shocked and looked at each other in confusion, especially the specially selected partners, relatives, friends, and close friends.
"Of course, to make things more exciting, let me give you a little hint—"
Kurobe Yukio said calmly, "If you let the ball go without authorization or if you can't bring yourself to do anything ruthless, the tennis ball in your hand will turn into a bomb."
“……?”
“…B-bomb??”
Almost immediately after hearing it, someone tried to drop the tennis ball, but was quickly intercepted.
"I understand how you feel right now, but if you drop the tennis ball—then the tennis balls in the hands of your friend or opponent will explode at the same time—!"
“!!!!”
Kurobe Yukio's cold face finally gave way to a smile, a strange one, directed towards a certain corner, obscure and unclear.
"I hope you all—"
"You guys, were able to successfully make our head coach—have some fun."
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