The Strongest in Prince of Tennis

"Finally lose?"

"This game..."

Fuji muttered to himself.

Since Swallow Return and the brown bear were arrested and were easily broken by Shimura, Fuji has understood a fact. The probability of his victory in this game is very low. Even if he barely picks up Shimura's serve and forehand, the final result of the game will not change.

Since the result of the game cannot be changed, the powerful serve and draw of Shimura is not an enjoyable process.

Then why do you have to do it yourself?

He has been waiting for the end of the game.

At this moment, Fuji is holding the last tennis ball in his pocket with his left hand, as long as he hits the tennis ball, and then quietly waits for Shimura on the opposite side to draw the tennis back with his forehand.

This game will end.

However, at this moment when the game was about to end completely within one ball, Fuji did not feel relieved or relaxed at all, but was deeply unwilling.

For today's freshman trials.

For the next team challenge.

In order to defeat the five-dimensional data, Tezuka Kunimitsu, a freshman who completely suppressed his own class.

In order to defeat the monster on the opposite side.

In recent days, he has also trained hard, and has paid a lot of sweat and hardship.

But now he is about to lose.

Except for the few balls in the second game, he didn't even really try hard.

Although the result of hard work is still likely to be a loss.

But this cannot conceal this fact.

He really didn't try his best.

The results of his hard work and training these days have not really been shown in this game.

Fuji thought a lot.

But the interval between serve and serve is not infinite.

"Fuji player."

"You should serve!"

The referee began to urge.

Fuji took a long breath and expelled the extra thoughts in his mind.

"It's really time to serve."

Fuji said softly.

Fuji stretched out his left hand and was about to toss the tennis ball.

Outside the barbed wire.

Kikumaru, who had been watching the game off the court, suddenly shouted loudly as Fuji looked plain and prepared to toss the ball. "Fuji, do you really want to lose like this?"

"Didn't you say that Shimura serves quickly, catches the ball fast, moves at an amazing speed, and wants to compete with him?"

"Why didn't you take any of Shimura's serve?"

"You didn't go back to Shimura's catch?"

Kikumaru's voice is very loud. "This is the game you want?"

"Kikumaru?"

Fuji originally looked out of the field.

Kikumaru, who always has a relaxed smile, is asking incomprehensibly.

"None of the serve? Didn't you return the forehand?"

Fuji recalled the game.

at this time.

A breeze blew suddenly, and Fuji slowly grasped the racquet firmly.

A few seconds later.

Fuji retracted his gaze from outside the court, and then seriously threw the tennis ball on his left hand high.

Loud bang!

The sound of a tennis ball hitting a racquet is particularly loud.

Like the first few serves in the second game, Fuji’s serve attacked Shimura’s left hand direction.

Ball speed: 150.3km/h

Speed: 158.1r/min

Rotation direction: down

Bouncing height: 9.4cm

Location: The right side of the court, 10.4cm from the right sideline, and 255.6cm from the back sideline.

"This ball speed and speed?"

Surprise appeared on Shimura's face.

The quality of Fuji's hair is very high. Both the speed and the speed of the ball are the best he has served in this game.

But such serve still poses no threat to Shimura.

Shimura moves quickly.

When the tennis ball just landed, Shimura moved outside the left sideline of the court, and then slammed the ball back with a forehand.

Just when most spectators thought that Fuji would watch the tennis land as before.

Fuji began to run at full capacity.

After a few seconds.

Fuji held the racket in both hands and blasted the racquet at the tennis ball carrying Shimura's power.

"Get me back!"

Fuji's face was savage, and he ignored his numb and trembling hands.

After an instant.

The tennis ball rushed into the sky.

The scene of deja vu quickly fell into the eyes of the audience off the court.

At the moment the tennis ball was provoked, Shimura began to run to the front, then jumped high, blasting the tennis ball in the air violently.

"Brown bear arrested!"

Fuji knelt on one knee with his back to the net, and his right hand was firmly on the end of the handle, so that the torque formed by racquet and his arm was as long as possible.

Racquet drew an arc with difficulty.

The tennis ball was jumped high again.

Ball speed: 10.6km/h

Speed: 18.1r/min

Landing position: 2.3cm to the left of the court center line, 5.5cm from the backcourt sideline

Bouncing height: 99.4cm

"A high ball in the backcourt?"

Shimura secretly said in the sky.

Immediately after landing, Shimura turned and ran towards the backcourt, still barely catching up with the tennis ball.

Bang!

Shimura drew the ball from the sideline.

On the opposite court.

Fuji is standing in the center line with racquet in the direction of his backhand, as if to perform a normal backhand chop.

A few seconds later.

The sound of racquet cutting on the tennis ball sounded.

"White Whale!" Fuji said

"It's White Whale,"

Shimura muttered almost simultaneously.

"Even if you give up almost the whole game, can you start again at the last minute?"

"This is the genius Fuji!"

Shimura grinned.

The speed of the tennis cut by Fuji is not fast, and the initial trajectory is not weird. However, when the tennis ball passed over the net in the middle of the court, the tennis ball that was flying almost horizontally suddenly rushed into the sky. *

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