"It should...it should be fine soon, Xingyan, don't cry, uncle will take you to have some snacks first, and then we will go play tennis..."
Picking up the child, Akutagawa coaxed the child while communicating with Sakaki Taro through eye contact.
In the end, the two of them said helplessly that children's hobbies still need to be cultivated.
After Xingyan was taken to eat two small pieces of cake, and Jiro and Yueren were taken to take a bath and change clothes, the Akutagawa family's tennis court was "cleaned up" in less than an hour.
Standing on the standard tennis court, Xing Yan held the small racket specially sent for him, clenched his fingers naturally, and swung the racket continuously to find the feel.
"Yue Ren, look at brother Xing Yan swinging the racket. He really knows how to swing the racket. So amazing!"
Jiro was watching from the side, and when he found that the little guy's swinging method was similar to the tutorial, his big eyes sparkled.
It took him a long time to learn it before he could barely reach the standard model. Of course, this was also because his father's teaching was not very standard.
So, he later practiced by himself following the video instructions and never asked his father to teach him again.
"Tsk... that's no big deal, I can do it too, Jiro, just wait, I'm going to defeat him!"
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Taketo Mukai glared at him unhappily. He could also swing a racket and play tennis, so why didn't he see Jiro so excited?
However, that kid is only three years old, but his performance is even better than that of a five-year-old like him. If his father knew about this, he would definitely say that he is not working hard enough!
"Xingyan, when playing tennis, the most important thing is to have fun and not feel stressed..."
Uncle Akutagawa was still admonishing Xingyan. He had said this to Jiro countless times, but his son didn't give him any face at all, and later he was too lazy to listen.
Now, watching the little Xingyan swinging the racket, he once again sought the sense of presence of an elder from other people's sons.
"Dad, please go away. I'm going to start a competition with Xingyan!"
Jiro Akutagawa walked to the other side carrying the racket and waved at Xingyan across the net.
Then, he pointed to the side with disdain and told his father, whose tennis skills were almost zero, to stay away and not interfere with their game.
"I'll do it, I'll be the referee!"
Xiang Riyueren didn't get the chance to go on the court, so he turned around and grabbed the ladder of the referee's seat and climbed up.
"You serve first!"
The two children stood on both sides of the tennis court. Jiro generously said that as an older brother, he should give in to his younger brother.
He is already five years old. If he tries to grab the lead in front of a three-year-old child, his parents will laugh at him.
"Um."
Xingyan didn't hesitate and walked to the serving line with the racket and tennis ball.
However, no matter how much training he has, some natural conditions cannot be changed.
For example, these chubby little hands can only hold a tennis ball but cannot grasp it, let alone try to perform tennis stunts such as adding spin.
Bang!
Toss the ball, swing the racket, and the ball goes over the net.
A very simple but standard serve over the net.
"Wow, it looks just like what I saw on TV!"
Akutagawa Jiro looked at the tennis ball being hit at him, ran a few steps with a smile, and hit the tennis ball back that bounced off the ground.
He learned by watching various videos, so his counterattack at this time was more polite.
Bang!
It is true that Xingyan is a pure novice now, but the player opposite him is not a future tennis player either. The two of them ran back and forth in their respective half of the court, and at such a young age they could hit a ball back and forth more than a dozen times.
"Sakaki, who did your Xingyan learn tennis from? Isn't the standard a bit too high?"
Outside the court, Akutagawa stood next to Taro Sakaki and was very impressed with the tennis talents of the two boys in the competition.
"I asked someone to find all kinds of tennis basics learning materials. I was quite busy before, and when I saw him play this kind of tennis, he was already very familiar with it..."
Taro Sakaki felt a little upset about missing out on his child's learning stage, but this only showed that his child had a very strong learning ability.
"My son Jiro also taught himself by looking at materials and watching videos..."
Hearing that other people's children were excellent, Akutagawa also mentioned that his own son Jiro was actually not bad in his studies either.
Two fathers stood on the sidelines, watching their five-year-old and three-year-old children running around the court.
Because there were no tricky skills and every ball was played as regularly as possible, no accidents happened.
Only Taketo Mukai, who was sitting in the referee's seat, pouted and became more and more unhappy the more he watched.
"You guys are so boring fighting, Jilang, come out, I want to fight him!"
The match was just like watching a training video for newbies, and soon Xiangri Yueren couldn't stand it anymore.
Ever since he started learning tennis, he didn't like this style of tennis. He wanted to play the special and flashy style.
"No, our game isn't over yet, Yue Ren, please wait a little longer!"
Akutagawa Jiro looked at Yueren unhappily. He hadn't finished the game yet and he absolutely couldn't let anyone snatch it away from him now.
"You're about to lose..."
Although he was unhappy about being rejected, Mukaito didn't really run onto the field.
However, he doesn't want to be a referee anymore.
Sitting in the rest area nearby, he waited for the two to finish playing before going on court. By then, he would make sure to let the little guy see the cool tennis he played!
"The game is over, Jiro wins, 7:5!"
It was just a tie-break, but the game still made the two parents standing by worried.
Now that it was finally over, Taro Sakaki walked up and picked up his son, worried that his little arms and legs might be tired.
"Uncle Sakaki, what about me? I haven't fought yet!"
When Xiangri Yueren saw the little one was about to be taken away, he instantly got furious as he had waited for such a long time and still had no chance to play.
You can't bully people like this, he also wants to play tennis with the little guy!
"We'll play again in the afternoon. They all need to rest now."
Taro Sakaki looked down at his son who was about to fall asleep in his arms and made another appointment for them.
It's only morning now. I should go back, take a shower and have a nap, then rest for a while after lunch. I can indeed play a game in the afternoon.
However, he had achieved such results after just such a short period of study, and he had a new understanding of Xingyan's endurance.
On the way to rest, Xingyan closed his eyes and looked like he was asleep.
But he was actually observing the changes in his tasks and personal information.
This tennis match was judged by the system to be a formal match because it ended with a tie-break.
But because we didn't win, Mission 2 only has this last step left.
[Main Mission 2, Tennis for Beginners (Touch tennis√, learn tennis rules√, serve over the net√, return over the net√, win a formal match×)]
[Host completes the first official match, reward points 100]
Although he did not complete the main line 2 mission, the achievement reward points were directly given to him as 100 points, which still made him very happy.
In addition to these, there are some slight changes to personal information.
[Host: Uchiha Xingyan
Age: 3 years old
Special: One Magatama Sharingan (Waiting to be activated...1/100)
Five measurements: Speed 1.1 Strength 1.1 Stamina 1.1 Spirit 5.1 Technique 1.1 Total 9.5
Skills: None
Points: 291
World: Prince of Tennis (in progress...) Naruto (on hold...)】
All five measurements increased by 0.1, which is the result of recent training.
The reason why he closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep to hide his mood might be the activation mode of the Sharingan.
After playing 100 official matches, you can open a Magatama Sharingan.
The so-called formal standard competitions have many ranges in the system's judgment, anyway, those that are recognized by the plot of this world are fine.
So, after a hundred games, his familiar Sharingan should be back.
But he now has a very embarrassing dilemma, not knowing whether he should ask the system.
If the Sharingan comes back and is activated, then...
In a world without chakra, what does he use to maintain the use and consumption of the Sharingan?
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