The score between Prince Ren and Sanada stopped at 4-6.
This seemed to be an expected result, but the side that won the match didn't look happy.
He pressed down on the brim of his cap and looked at the person opposite him who was panting.
His silver hair was a little messy, and his breathing was also a mess.
He had won the match point entirely with his advantage in stamina and strength. "Fire-like Invasion" and "Swift as the Wind" did not achieve the desired effect.
This kind of competition was already a failure for Sanada.
He walked to the net and stretched out his hand. He looked at Prince Ren with a complicated expression.
But King Ren also had a breath of air stuck in his heart, unable to go up or down, so he panicked.
Clap.
He raised his hand and high-fived Sanada. He was thinking absent-mindedly about how he could improve his stamina.
Why did he feel like he had not improved much after training for more than a month?
"Don't slack off."
"Change your lines once in a while."
They hastily finished the post-match etiquette and walked off the stage. It was rare for them to have similar thoughts.
'I still don't like him.'
After the match, Prince Ren said goodbye to Yukimura and went to do the rest of the day's training.
Yukimura smiled and praised him for his rapid improvement.
Prince Ren nodded in agreement. He felt that something was wrong. He turned around and remembered that his head was actually younger than him, but he was talking to him like an elder.
The result of the match against Sanada was not unexpected. It was an extraordinary performance to achieve a score of 4-6.
Prince Ren went home at night to do his homework and reflect on the match. Some details flashed through his mind like slow motion.
He closed his eyes and laid on his bed. He analyzed the match as if he was building a three-dimensional model. In the end, he smacked his lips.
"Stamina …"
How did Kazuyoshi Sanada and Yukimura grow more than ten centimeters in a year?
Their muscle mass did not decrease. This was too illogical!
Prince Ren fell asleep with this thought in mind. Before he fell asleep, he thought about whether he should eat more. Maybe he could grow taller?
Then, he really did dream of Sanada.
In the dream, Sanada and a man wearing a white hat (one black and one white is quite interesting?)
Imp's team was still wearing their team's uniform, but they actually lost.
When the score was announced, Prince Ren woke up with a start.
He sat up, gasping for breath, almost as if he was having a nightmare.
Then, he was surprised to find that the dream, which he had never been able to remember clearly, was now clear in every detail.
What happened?
And Sanada …
It couldn't be true. Even if the venue was the venue of the Kanto Tournament, it was a competition between two schools. How could Sanada be the only one in the main team?
And Sanada actually lost to a kid?
That height, no matter how he looked at it, it couldn't be … a primary school, right?
National Grade One?
It was too ridiculous.
He wiped his face, glanced at his phone, and jumped to his feet.
Why was it already past the time to wake up?
Didn't the alarm go off?
He hurriedly changed his clothes.
"Masuharu!
Finish the eggs! "Prince Ren's mother raised her eyebrows.
Prince Ren picked up his school bag and ran quickly, "I'm going to school."
"Oh, don't run so fast, you didn't bring your lunch!"
Prince Ren, who forgot to bring his lunch, only remembered it after the morning class.
He was a little hungry, but he didn't really want to eat. He only went downstairs after seeing that most of his classmates had left.
He walked around the cafeteria and didn't find anything he wanted to eat, so he ran to the school's convenience store.
"Red bean, raisin …" He picked through the bread rack, chose a bag of whole-wheat toast, and went to get a can of milk.
When he was paying the bill, he saw Marui holding a pile of small cakes.
Prince Ren, "… Didn't you eat?"
Marui chewed on his gum and said, "Yes, this is dessert."
Prince Ren, "…"
"I won't give it to you." Marui saw that Prince Ren was staring at him, so he held the small cake vigilantly.
Prince Ren thought, I don't want to eat at all.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, but in the end, he still used the strength of his height to grab one.
"Masaharu Nioh!" Marui gritted his teeth, but in the end, he could only snort and go back to his classroom.
His opponent that day was a new member of the first year.
Prince Ren didn't want to be a bully, but he also didn't have the heart to train the younger generation like the three big shots.
Tachikai University's main selection competition counted points, so when facing such an opponent, of course, they had to use their strength to fight for points.
It was a clean 6-0 victory, and it only took around 20 minutes.
Prince Ren glanced at the listless junior opposite him, thought about it, and politely said to continue working hard, and pointed out the problem with the junior's footwork.
The junior raised his head and said loudly, "Thank you, senior!"
"…"
Prince Ren wasn't used to this kind of gaze.
He awkwardly said that it was nothing, and took the racket to another court.
He went to finish his routine jog, and when he changed courts, the second round of the match was in the middle.
He saw Yanagi outside the court.
He had clearly joined the tennis club less than a month ago, but he didn't look like a "newbie" at all.
In fact, he was even stronger than those who were at the same level as him.
He swung the racket and ran.
His good physical condition was also very obvious in his temperament.
Once a tennis player had his own style, his path was clear.
Prince Ren stood on the steps and looked at himself for a while, and thought with satisfaction that he had good taste.
He chose to forget that he had to invite Yanagi because he thought it was interesting.
Half of the reason was because he had dreamed about it too many times.
Of course, he also weighed the pros and cons.
For example, with Yanagi's height, long legs, and strong muscles from playing golf, it would be easy for him to play tennis.
After waiting for two days, it was finally Prince Ren's turn to play against Jiyuan.
On the first day of school, he had purposely pointed the wrong way because he thought the kid was stupid and didn't know how to read signals.
Later, he met the kid again when he was playing with his disguise. He tried to learn Sanada, and he actually fooled him.
Was such a stupid little brat really the tip of those three people's hearts?
Prince Ren had been curious for a long time.
He didn't dare to test him openly. After all, it was fine to face one of the three giants, but to face all three together … Prince Ren really loved to play, but he also cherished his life.
The main selection competition was an open and aboveboard opportunity.
He walked on the court with a good mood, but the kid opposite him didn't know how to read signals as usual.
"Just wait, I'll be able to beat you soon!"
He really didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth.
Prince Ren clicked his tongue, "You're so confident?"
"You've also been defeated by the deputy minister."
As soon as he said this, the spectators gasped.
"Oh no, oh no, this kid is doomed. Should we burn some paper money for him?" Marui sighed.
Yukimura laughed out loud.
He turned his head and looked at Sanada, who couldn't help but frown, and asked mischievously, "Hey, Sanada, what do you think?"
"… You're too careless!" Sanada pressed the brim of her hat down.
Prince Ren wasn't angry.
To be honest, he wasn't angry.
The kid didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth and was too stupid. It was hard for him to get angry.
But he didn't like what he heard.
Although it was true, he still didn't like it.
"You seem to respect him very much?" King Ren enunciated the word "respect" in a strange tone.
Jiyuan blinked, snorted, and retorted loudly, "I'll also beat the deputy minister soon!
You'll all be defeated by me. "
Prince Ren didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
This time, he didn't plan before making his move like he did with Sanada.
This kid's thought process was straightforward. He didn't need to probe further. He should take advantage of this kid's unfamiliarity with himself and seize the advantage as soon as possible.
After all, the intuition type was a beast. The body was always faster than the brain.
His own physical weakness was already clear from the match with Sanada. Of course, he had to avoid it.
Therefore, when the match started, Prince Ren directly launched his attack.
He didn't have any outstanding moves, but his fundamentals were solid.
Compared to his cool moves, there was something else about him that was reflected in this match.
Prediction, and change.
He didn't hide his positioning when Jiyuan hit the ball, and he calmly returned the ball when it landed.
His style of returning the ball was unpredictable, and the moves he occasionally used were very familiar.
"The one he used two days ago … It wasn't the ultimate move that he had practiced a lot." Sanada's tone was complicated. "It's very similar, isn't it?"
"Isn't the one he's using now very similar to your 'Fire-like Invasion'?" Yukimura laughed.
Liu was writing notes on the side while replying to Yukimura's words, "You're right. The incomplete version of 'Fire-like Invasion', or rather, Prince Ren played to his strengths and avoided his weaknesses.
He chose to use the part that can better display his own abilities. "
"Do you think he can use the 'ultimate move that he has practiced a lot?" Yukimura asked.
He didn't want an answer, so he quickly answered himself, "I think he can."
"Yukimura!" Sanada turned around in surprise.
"I'm looking forward to it."
Yukimura laughed. "If Prince Ren can fully display his talents, it might be very scary."
Sanada: What happened? Why is my friend praising that guy so much?!
That kind of sloppy person … Hmph!
Liu held the pen and looked left and right at Yukimura and Sanada's expressions. The corners of his lips curled up slightly.
While they were chatting, Prince Ren was about to finish his game.
He decided to end the game quickly, so he spent a lot of effort to speed up the game.
Imp on the other side obviously hadn't fully adapted to the game's rhythm, or perhaps he lacked the experience.
Prince Ren's sense of rhythm was also honed in the past year.
Although he didn't become a main player in the first grade, because he was a reserve player, he sat in the first row closest to the competition seats in every game and watched the high school tournament for an entire year.
In the past year, he witnessed the process of three players becoming the Big Three in a year. He also witnessed a few seniors working hard to pave the way for their juniors despite their unwillingness.
What was even rarer was that he had watched higher-level games.
For example, in the previous year's Kanto Tournament, Tachikai University and Ice Emperor's duel.
Another example was the National Tournament against Shitianbao Temple, where the Mōri senior who didn't always come to practice competed against the other team's vice-minister.
His goal, from the near to the far, was already very clear at every level.
All he had to do was not retreat and move forward with determination.
No, just moving forward would be too slow.
He should be running instead.
Prince Ren thought as he swung the racket slightly.
His forearm went from seventy-five degrees to forty degrees, and then he drew a light arc.
As for the tennis ball, it spun violently under this action, and after crossing the net, it fell rapidly.
“Game
won
by
Masaharu Nioh, 6-4! "
Jiyuan's eyes widened as he watched the ball land on the ground and bounce twice (the height was still very low) before it began to slide.
Sanada, who was outside the court, also widened her eyes.
"State Zero …?"
"No, it's not." Liu shook his head, "The technique is similar, but this move …"
"This isn't Prince Ren's limit. Maybe he can really play the real State Zero." Because this ball, in terms of technique, was no different from State Zero.
As for the effect …
Maybe it was because of the last ball that Jiyuan couldn't react at the baseline, so he stopped?
Prince Ren was someone who would do such things.
Yukimura raised his eyebrows, "Well done."
After he finished speaking, he glanced at Sanada, who was stunned beside him. His mood suddenly dropped.
This time, Hyun Ichiro and I should be in the same group in the Main Selection, Yukimura thought.
He really wanted to play a match with Sanada.
In the court, Prince Ren held the racket and pursed his lips.