"The second round of this national competition is about to begin. The Okinawa representative, Higa Junior High School, will play against the Chiba representative, Rokkaku Junior High School, in the No. 3 singles match."
"Yu Higa Junior High School Kite Eishiro vs. Rokkaku Junior High School Torajiro Sabo."
"Invite both players to come forward."
Just when An Shijin and Mu Shou were looking at senior Magudo, the live broadcast sounded.
"Go ahead, Eishiro, show this person your Asura Shinto."
"Show him what you're capable of."
An Shijin said with a smile.
"good."
Mu Shu's answer was concise and to the point.
He originally didn't plan to waste too much energy on today's game.
But since An Shijin said that the old man in front of him was the founder of Ashura Shinto, that's a different matter.
The audience today is obviously much smaller than yesterday.
One of the reasons is that Rokkaku Junior High School is not as strong as Hyotei, so no one thinks that Rokkaku Junior High School is a rival to Higa Junior High School.
Secondly, naturally there will be more exciting collisions as the game enters the second round.
Therefore, many people go to watch the games of their favorite schools.
In front of the net.
Uncle Zuo, who looked extremely talented, looked particularly solemn.
The shadow of the famous tree.
The name of Higa Junior High School's vice-president Eishiro Kitate was astonishing to Zuobo.
The opponent became famous in last year's national competition.
Last year, Uncle Zuo was just a cheerleader at Liujiao Middle School.
"Please give me more advice!"
Uncle Zuo took a deep breath and stretched out his hand.
"Please give me more advice."
Because of the relationship with senior Magudu, Mu Shou was not too indifferent towards Uncle Zuo.
After all, he would have to use all his strength later, and he didn't know if the man in front of him could bear it.
Both sides quickly finished guessing, and today's goddess of luck obviously favored the wooden hand more.
"The match started and the winner was determined by one set, Higa Junior High School wooden player Eishiro's serve."
As the referee climbed onto the high chair, the game officially began.
...
"Wooden racket?"
Ping Guba was a little surprised when he saw the racket in Zuo Bo's hand.
This kind of wooden racket is rare nowadays.
"That was handmade by their coach."
"Everyone's racket at Rojia Middle School is tailor-made by their coach according to their personal playing style."
An Shijin said with a smile.
But that doesn't break the rules.
What's more, tennis matches don't rely on external forces, but on the strength of the players themselves.
On the field.
Mudou glanced at the coaching bench of Rokkaku Middle School from the corner of his eye.
He was always surprised by the identity of this person.
After coming into contact with the Asura Shinto, he once thought about who opened such an extremely powerful path.
Unexpectedly, he turned out to be such an old man with an unattractive appearance.
Mu Shou's eyes turned cold, and the aura on his body began to boil.
The power of Asura Shinto began to merge with Mu Shu's aura. Although it was not smooth yet, Mu Shu had already reached this point.
When Mu Shu perfectly integrates his own aura into the power of Asura Shinto, he will have completely mastered the first stage of Asura Shinto.
Dad's white beard was twirling on the coach's bench of Rojia Middle School.
This situation only occurs when dad's heart is in turmoil.
Magudu really didn't expect it.
In addition to Jin Amuro, there is actually another player in Higa Junior High School who has mastered the Asura Shinto.
And it seems that the first phase is not far away from being fully launched.
"Are all young people today so scary?"
Magudu opened his cloudy eyes and remembered the appearance of the wooden hand.
Then he looked at Uncle Zuo.
Then he sighed.
In Magudu's opinion, Zuo Bo's talent was acceptable.
But it also depends on who you compare with.
If compared with the player from Higa Junior High School in front of me, it would be far behind.
...
Whoa!
The wooden hand threw the ball, and Zuo Bo was immediately ready to fight back.
Uncle Zuo knew very well who he was facing, and any slackness would lead to his collapse.
So his nerves were always tense.
Peng!
A beam of golden light penetrated the clouds and sky, and a terrifying mental oppression made Uncle Zuo completely unable to move forward.
winter!
"ACE! Eishiro Kite, 15:0."
The referee's voice sounded, immediately waking up everyone at the scene.
"Fa...what happened?!"
“What a quick serve!”
"Is this the strength of Higa Junior High School's Vice President Eishiro Kite!"
The audience was immediately shocked, as they didn't even see the goal clearly.
"Why are Huo Yoshiro so serious today?"
Kai chuckled lightly.
Doesn't he understand that it is necessary to be so serious when dealing with a mere Hexagon Middle School wooden hand?
"Who knows, maybe I'm in a bad mood."
An Shijin smiled quietly.
...
Peng!
Peng!
Mu Shu launched attacks continuously.
His super-fast serve took away points one after another.
This game ended quickly.
"This game was scored by Higa Junior High School Kute Eishiro, and the score was 1:0."
"Both sides change sides."
This made everyone in Rokkaku Middle School look ugly.
They never thought that the gap between Zuo Bo and his opponents was so big.
Dealing with ultra-high-speed serves is Zuo Bo's strength, and his dynamic vision is the best in Rokjia Middle School.
But now faced with the wooden hand's super-fast serve, Zuo Bo couldn't move.
This can't help but make people feel despair.
Fortunately, Uncle Zuo had a good mentality and did not despair.
On the contrary, a fighting spirit arose in his heart.
A fighting spirit that wants to prove oneself.
Whoa!
Zuo Bo threw the ball without hesitation, then took half a step back, leaned back and lowered his center of gravity.
When the tennis ball reached the highest point, Zuo Bo took a step and jumped up.
The racket in his hand hit the tennis ball above his head hard.
Peng!
The ball fell rapidly towards the wooden hand like a bullet.
"The serve was pretty good."
Before the people at Rojia Middle School could cheer for Zuo Bo's ball, Mu Shou's figure had already appeared behind the landing point of the ball.
Peng!
The half-volley with the raised hand once again exceeded the limits of everyone's vision.
That flash of brilliance made everyone in Rokkaku Middle School feel their hearts sink to the bottom.
"So...so strong!"
This is what everyone is thinking at this moment.
Peng!
Peng!
The wooden hand's consecutive serve receptions also brought the atmosphere to a climax.
"Oh oh oh!"
"Higa! Higa!"
"Wooden hands! Wooden hands!"
Everyone is cheering for the wooden hand.
Because they know very well that the winner of the game has been announced at this moment.
Peng!
Peng!
"This game was scored by Higa Junior High School Kute Eishiro, and the score was 3:0."
...
Peng!
Peng!
"This game was scored by Higa Junior High School Kute Eishiro, and the score was 4:0."
...
Peng!
Peng!
"This game was scored by Higa Junior High School Kute Eishiro, the score is 5:0."
...
No matter how hard Zuo Bo tried, he could not win any ball from Mu Shu's hands.
A deep sense of powerlessness surrounded Uncle Zuo.
soon.
The game came to an end with another half-volley from the wooden hand.
"At the end of the game, Higa Junior High School Kute Eishiro won, with a score of 6:0."
The referee's voice sounded, and the members of Higa Junior High School immediately gave their vice president warm applause and cheers.
A big win in three singles matches is extremely important for improving morale.
Mu Shu stood there with his hands on his hips, enjoying the cheers from all directions.
This is the glory that belongs to the winner.
"Thank you for the advice. You are really too strong."
Uncle Zuo stepped forward with a bitter look on his face.
This game is like a game between adults and children.
And he is that little kid.
"You're not bad either."
Mu Shou shook hands with Uncle Zuo.
He was not comforting Uncle Zuo.
Although Zuo Bo's strength is not very good, Zuo Bo's willpower still surprised Mu Shu.
It's not like you can continue to finish the game under such circumstances.
After coming into contact with Asura Shinto, Muju understood that sometimes a strong spirit can burst out with terrible power.
This force is even more powerful than the force produced by the collision between skill and body.
And who is the coach of Rokkaku Middle School?
Then Uncle Zuo came to their father.
"Sorry dad, I've embarrassed you."
Uncle Zuo had a look of shame on his face. He lost so badly in three singles matches.
"It doesn't matter, there's no shame in losing to him. The gap between you and him is really too big."
Dad opened his cloudy eyes and showed a kind smile.
Zuo Bo was the most promising player he met at Liujia Middle School.
This game also proved Zuo Bo's mental toughness.
He believed that Uncle Zuo would achieve great things in the future.
Uncle Zuo was comforted by everyone when he returned to the team. Others in Liujia Middle School were worried that Uncle Zuo would be devastated by this.
But they underestimated Uncle Zuo's willpower. Uncle Zuo would not fall down so easily.
After seeing that Uncle Zuo was fine, Black Feather and others finally breathed a sigh of relief.
...
"The second round of this national competition is about to begin. The Okinawa representative Higa Junior High School will play against the Chiba representative Rokkaku Middle School No. 2 doubles match."
"Higa Junior High School, Taira Furuba Rin, Chinen Kan's team vs. Rokkaku Junior High School's Kuroba Harukaze, Amane Hikari team."
"Invite both players to come forward."
After the staff finished tidying up the court, the news that the second doubles match was about to begin came from the radio.
"Tiangen, it's our turn!"
Kuroba said solemnly as he clenched his racket.
"good."
Tian Genguang on the other side also stood up.
As a first grader, he is already an important fighting force of Rojia Middle School.
"Huh? Their rackets are so long."
Lin Xiu was surprised when he saw the long-handled wooden rackets in the hands of Kuroba and Tiangen.
This was the first time they had seen such a racket.
"Their rackets are also custom-made by their coaches."
"The tournament's regulations on racket size are that the length of the racket must be within 29 inches, which is 73.66 centimeters, and the width must be within 12.5 inches, which is 31.75 centimeters."
"Their rackets must have barely reached the extreme specifications."
An Shijin smiled faintly.
"interesting."
Lin Xiu nodded.
Long-handled rackets are different from ordinary rackets. Although the fielding range has become larger, the way of exerting force will also be slightly different.
Whether it is better to use this kind of special racket with a long handle or an ordinary racket depends on each person.
This does not mean that using this special racket with a long handle will definitely give you an advantage.
Subsequent games also verified this.
Although at the beginning, Taira Furuba and Chinen Kan misjudged the defensive range of Kuroba and Amane, which resulted in a few points being lost to the opponent.
However, after getting used to the racket in the opponent's hands, the situation returned to the hands of Hirakoba and Chinenkan.
After all, both in terms of strength and tacit understanding, Hira Furuba and Chinen Kuan are superior.
Peng!
Peng!
"At the end of the game, Higa Junior High School, Ping Furuba Rin, and Chinen Kan's team won, with a score of 6:0."
The final outcome once again cast a layer of gloom over the hearts of everyone at Rokkaku Middle School.
Only then did they realize that the gap between themselves and Higa Junior High School was far wider than they imagined.
This dealt a huge blow to the young army of Rokkaku.
The two singles that followed were naturally no surprise.
Although Rokkaku Middle School sent their third-year players, they were still inferior to Kai.
Peng!
Peng!
"At the end of the game, Higa Junior High School Yujiro Hijiro won with a score of 6:1."
"So far, in the second round of this national competition, the match between Okinawa representative Higa Junior High School and Chiba representative Rokkaku Junior High School was won by Higa Junior High School with a score of 3:0."
"Let us congratulate Higa Junior High School for successfully advancing to the third round!"
The news that Higa Junior High School was successfully promoted came from the loudspeaker at the scene.
And they are also the first team to advance to the third round of this national competition.
The members of Rokkaku Middle School and the elementary school students who came to cheer were silent.
They thought that they might not be a match for Higa Junior High School, but they never thought that they would lose so miserably.
As the hegemon of Chiba Prefecture, Rokkaku Middle School suffered such a complete defeat for the first time.
In the aisles of the stadium.
The Rokkaku Middle School team that was approaching met the Higa Junior High School team that was also preparing to leave.
"senior."
An Shijin saluted Magudu. This polite appearance made the old man Magudu feel more and more satisfied with this young man.
"I heard Mifune talk about you, you are very good."
Magudu opened his cloudy eyes and looked at Amuro Jin carefully.
This was the first time he saw this talented young man so close.
When a good prospect like An Shijin appears in the junior high school tennis world, Mifune naturally wants to inform his teacher.
Mifune Irido knew very well that the reason why his teacher stayed at Rokkaku Middle School despite his age was because he wanted to know firsthand the standards of these junior high school students.
It has always been Magudu's dream to witness the resurgence of the tennis world with his own eyes.
That's why he has spared no effort in cultivating young people over the years.
"Haha... I'm afraid that Coach Mifune said I'm worthless."
An Shijin scratched his head, Mifune Iridao was not a guy who praised others.
"No, Mifune praised you so much."
"This is the first time I've seen him praise someone like this."
Magudu shook his head and said.
This was indeed the first time he had seen Mifune praise someone. One can imagine what kind of image An Shijin had in Mifune's mind.
Even when Byodo-in was sent to him, Mifune Irido never praised Byodo-in like this.
"Senior, I just have something I want to ask you about."
As the saying goes, no one should go to the Three Treasures Hall without any problem. Naturally, An Shijin stopped Magudu because he wanted to know the ultimate information about the Asura Shinto.
His Asura Shinto was given to him by the system, so he knew very little about the final chapter of Asura Shinto, An Shijin.
"I know what you want to ask. All I can tell you is to follow your own heart."
"All roads lead to the same destination, and what you want in your heart is the one that suits you best."
Magudu said slowly.
With his wisdom, he certainly knew what An Shijin wanted to ask.
Magudu did not expect that after Byodo-in, another young man would set foot in the realm of the second stage of Ashura Shinto.
And it is already about to launch an attack in three stages.
Soon the people from Rojia Middle School left.
Only An Shijin was left thinking about what Magudu had just said.
"Amuro, Amuro."
Ping Guba's voice brought An Shijin's thoughts back to reality.
Looking at everyone's eyes, An Shijin could only breathe a sigh of relief and put her thoughts aside for the time being.
"By the way Amuro, who is the head coach Mifune you just talked about with that senior?"
On the way, Mu Shou asked the doubts in his heart.
He always felt that the head coach of Mifune was not a great person.