Prince of Tennis: A tennis legend that started from signing in

Chapter 107 Yanagi Ren 2's Tennis - Formula 1: Renka, the True "Pillar"

Hear the words.

"Isn't he the former captain of the Seigaku Tennis Club?"

"Why did you come up with this kind of ball technique specifically for the current Minister, Kunimitsu Tezuka?"

"Could it be that if the other party doesn't fulfill the agreement, he will come out on a dark and windy night after school to kill someone?"

Jackal Sangyuan couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.

Although the sound is not loud.

But Yamato Yuta on the court heard it clearly.

The next moment, he couldn't help but look over here.

Immediately he prepared to serve again.

"Pillar~"

“It’s not born all at once; it takes countless hardships to rise.”

It was those slightly indifferent, yet full of inflammatory words again.

Just like before.

Toss the ball, jump, swing the racket.

As the tennis ball flew out.

"So."

"I am about to become a useless person, but I will ignite the last flame within my power to help the pillars rise!"

After saying this, he finished it with a flick of his hand.

The tennis ball also went over the net.

It was even like a replica of the previous goal.

"Divine skill?"

"God stick?"

"language?"

"action?"

Even in Yanagi Renji's eyes, the tennis ball had already fallen to the ground.

But he didn't move immediately.

Instead, he quickly analyzed the two goals.

All of a sudden.

“Not in terms of language.”

"It's not about feints."

"It's his anticipatory behavior that confuses everything!"

Everything in Yanagi Renji's eyes turned into data.

It is a world made up of 1s and 0s.

When the tennis ball hits the ground, the data fluctuates, turning into endless ripples in the ocean.

The direction of the ripples is completely opposite to what the eyes see.

Swish!

His eyes widened and a gleam of light flashed in them.

The whole person instantly went from stillness to movement.

The racket in my hand, the ripples in the ocean of data, the world of data, etc., all seemed to have transformed into a huge ball of data in this second.

As he swung his racket sideways, it transformed into a single word—[100%]

"Formula One: Lotus~!"

boom!

The data splashed like water droplets, and invisible ripples spread out.

The tennis ball shot out with a whoosh.

Lotuses composed of countless data appeared one after another on the ball path.

It fell directly into Yamato Yuta's blind spot.

Then it ricocheted out of bounds.

In an instant, the lotus flowers fell and the death was certain!

“As expected~!”

"It's not a skill tailor-made for me. It'll be seen through after a few uses."

"In that case, I've run out of tricks."

"I surrender!"

Although Yanagi Renji directly broke through and scored.

But Yamato Yuta was not depressed at all.

Instead, he gave a few helpless smiles and admitted defeat.

"Yamato-senpai."

"Do you think you can move people by doing this?"

"What are you talking about, good-for-nothings and the rise of pillars?"

"Don't you think it's excessive?"

"Since you were able to enter the Neon U-17 training camp, especially despite your old injury, it means that you are not a loser, Yamato-senpai."

Yukimura Seiichi looked at Yamato Yuta on the court and asked seriously.

The moment the words fell.

Everyone was stunned.

Yamato Yuta was even more stunned.

"But."

"In this state, Yamato-senpai, do you know what you are saying?"

"What's this so-called Qingxue tradition? Is it natural to get hurt?"

"Tezuka said he and you had a promise to be the pillar, but why didn't you become the pillar? Why does a team, a tennis club, have to have one person be the pillar?"

"Shouldn't everyone be a pillar?"

Because of his illness, he had to be admitted to the hospital as the head of a department.

But whether it is the people in the tennis club of Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School or myself.

No one said giving up.

After hearing what Yamato Yuta said, the usually gentle Yukimura Seiichi became really angry.

"Are all of them...pillars...?"

He repeated the sentence in a low voice.

Yamato Yuta seemed to be hit by something.

I was in a daze for a long time.

"yes......"

"Every pillar in a house or a building is crucial and important."

"The pillar that seems to be the backbone supports everything else."

"But aren't all the pillars supporting this one?"

I don’t know how much time has passed.

It seemed like just a breath.

Yamato Yuta's eyes gradually focused, and words came out of his mouth one by one.

His expression was full of regret.

Not only does he feel regret for himself, but he also feels regret for Tezuka Kunimitsu and the Seigakuen Tennis Club.

If the rot of the Seigakuen Tennis Club was caused by Ryuuzaki Sumire.

The subsequent accelerated corruption is inextricably linked to Yamato Yuta.

"Yamato-senpai."

"Go and struggle."

"Even if the quagmire of pain and bitterness lingers."

"We must also do our utmost to fulfill our true promise as a pillar of the platform!"

"We at Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School are really looking forward to playing against the real Seigaku!"

Looking at Yamato Yuta who was drowning in self-blame, he looked at Yukimura Seiichi who was warming up on his own.

Beichuan sighed.

He then walked onto the court, and while speaking, he took out a pure dark chocolate from his pocket and put it in Yamato Yuta's hand.

Although, if Yamato Yuta uses that magical skill to help Tezuka Kunimitsu see his own weaknesses, it will indeed be a good thing for Kitagawa.

But one pillar cannot support a team after all.

If we continue to follow our original mindset in this era of change, it will inevitably be more difficult to move forward.

A faltering team is destined to be unable to let the fast-moving Beichuan see their more brilliant talents during their growth.

Beichuan is not willing to do such a thing as killing the chicken to get the eggs.

Of course, at this moment he also felt a little sympathy for those who had no choice but to leave.

"Is this considered reaping what you sow?"

"Thank you very much."

yah~

Yamato Yuta was slightly stunned, then laughed at himself.

He tore open the package and took a big bite.

No questions asked why I was given this, no consideration given to anything.

Because, at this moment, the bitterness in the heart really needs to be buffered by sensory bitterness.

“It’s really bitter!”

"The smell of despair and regret..."

After quickly finishing the pure dark chocolate, which is considered the bitterest snack in the world.

Yamato Yuta looked at Mifune Nyudo.

"Head Coach Mifune."

"I want to go to the hospital first."

"Whether it can be cured or not, I will come here again after trying it one last time."

"I hope you can accept me then."

"Accept me, who wants to fulfill the promise made to the students."

The words fell.

"Get out of here!"

"One by one, are you acting like an old man here?"

"I've finally figured it out. Saito deliberately let you, the brainless and heartless bastards, come here."

"Humph!"

It seemed that the alcohol had worn off a little.

Mifune Nyudo snorted coldly at Yamato Yuta in front of him.