20demayo Chapter 138 One Ball
Chapter 138 One Ball
Chapter 138 Ten Balls at a Time
"Gentlemen, shouldn't we stop here?"
Two high school students, carrying rackets, blocked the entrance. Their uniforms were very eye-catching, as if they were showing off their status.
The Hyotei members were taken aback.
Natsume Tsuki also narrowed his eyes; this scene seemed so familiar.
He clearly remembered that this scene seemed to be directed at Seigaku.
Does this mean that whoever is the champion is targeting whom?
"You're the middle school students who were chosen, right?"
The man in the hat grinned wickedly, "Getting in won't be that easy."
"That's right, that's right, we have to pass the test first," another person agreed.
Yuushi Oshitari: "It's said that no junior high school students have appeared here before this year. It seems that things aren't that simple."
Chotaro Ootori: "Is this what they call an elite male training camp?"
"That's right, that's right. There are experts here. It's not easy for ordinary kids to survive."
The man in the hat said, "If you can't even get past us, you should go back as soon as possible, lest you lose interest in tennis."
"What are you two babbling about?"
Keigo Atobe said directly, "Use all the cheap tricks you have."
"Arrogant guy."
The two made a comment and soon arrived at the outer court.
"There are five soda cans here, placed in five positions. Each person has five balls. If you hit three, you pass the level."
The two men exchanged a glance, revealed a mischievous smile, and pointed to the five aluminum cans displayed in the room.
Natsume Tsuki also looked over with his chin raised. A soda can. Arai did this before, didn't he? It really is an all-purpose freshman test. Natsume Tsuki also glanced at the team members. The entire Hyotei team had speechless, dejected faces, as if to say, "That's it? ???"
My championship team is given this kind of challenge?
Is this something a human being would do?
In fact, Natsume Tsuki also didn't understand at all.
Do those two people on the other side even have brains?
Or perhaps you didn't join any clubs or participate in any national competitions during high school?
If you've ever participated in a national competition, you should know that the level of middle school students is definitely not what it was like when they were preparing for the entrance exam to junior high school. To use a soda can as a test—
Natsume Tsukiya still couldn't understand how these two were selected for the U17 team.
"If you're worried about being embarrassed, you don't have to."
Seeing that the Hyotei team remained motionless for a long time, the opposing team couldn't help but make sarcastic remarks.
"Snapped!"
Ryo Mido hit a ball that crushed the soda can, his fingers braced against his racket as he stared at the opponent.
"What?"
The two men's chins stretched out, and they blinked in disbelief, unable to comprehend what they were seeing.
"It's my turn."
When Feng Changtaro threw the ball, it directly crushed the aluminum can into a flat piece.
"Bang!"
Then they took turns performing.
The camera on the side perfectly recorded what they did.
"Hyotei Academy, the winning team of this national tournament."
In a monitoring room filled with screens, the man in white spoke.
A person on the ground was doing push-ups and said, "I don't really like teams that aren't pure."
White shirt: "You mean Hyotei gives too many interviews, right?"
The man paused for a moment: "What do you mean by 'resurrected from the loser's bracket, swept five opponents, never lost, shut out the Tyrant, shut out the 25th and 26th National Tournament champions three times, winning the championship decisively, the future belongs to the world of ice, the true emperor of humanity'..."
The man in white laughed, "Looks like you know this team quite well."
The man said, "Here, they are nothing. A shutout is something that only happens between middle school students who can't even do the basics well. It's impossible here."
"I'm really looking forward to it."
The man in white stared at the screen and said, "Natsume Tsukiya, a second-year student at Hyotei Academy, has been undefeated since the loser's bracket revival tournament. He achieved a clean sweep against Tezuka Kunimitsu, who possesses world-class potential, and Rikkai's undefeated prodigy, becoming a true 'Closing Tyrant'..."
As he introduced the scene, Natsume Tsukiya appeared on the screen.
"The minister should try something different."
Ryo Mido spoke.
Because Atobe Keigo had already knocked down all five cans with one ball.
Natsume Tsuki also threw a ball, which was then launched with a thud.
The ball hit the first can, bounced off, and continued to hit the second can. The five cans swapped positions and fell over, but they didn't fly away, as if they hadn't moved at all.
"This...this..."
The person wearing the hat exclaimed in surprise, "Is this really a middle school student?"
"That's terrifying! That guy can teleport!"
When the two looked up again, all that remained were their seemingly strong backs.
Monitoring Room:
A fitness enthusiast: "Even the strongest person becomes just an ordinary person here."
The person in white said, "Then we can only wait and see."
The Hyotei team quickly arrived at the main arena area.
Upon entering the room, a building stands in the center, with eight sports fields on each side.
On the court, all the people in uniforms were unfamiliar faces; they were undoubtedly the so-called high school elites.
Keigo Atobe: "Is this what they call an elite training camp? It's nothing special."
The Hyotei group surveyed the entire scene.
People in the room looked over and whispered among themselves, "Poor junior high students, they have no idea what kind of torment they are about to endure."
"Everyone thinks they can do it, but after going back from here they lose interest in tennis. It's really tragic. That's right, this isn't a place for kids to stay."
"Nice to meet you all. In the absence of the coach, I, the strategic advisor Kurobe, will be serving as the coach."
While everyone was still at a loss, a tall man in white clothes with slightly curly long hair appeared on the roof. He walked around with a megaphone and said, "As you can see, this training camp has recruited a total of 246 high school students and 50 junior high school students who were selected."
Atobe Keigo: "So, it turns out, it wasn't just Hyotei who was chosen."
While some people were still looking around, a rumbling sound could be faintly heard in the sky.
Everyone looked up, surveying the sky with bewildered expressions.
Something strange was approaching.
The Kurobe coach's voice rang out with a rumble: "However, the coach thinks 300 people are too many. Now, 250 tennis balls will be thrown. Anyone who doesn't retrieve a ball, whether high school or junior high, must leave the training camp immediately."
"Hey, are you kidding me?"
"Is this really okay?"
"It can't be true, right?"
"Nobody said we'd have to retrieve balls to pass the test once we got here."
Amidst the clamor of the crowd, the shadow of the airplane swept across the sky, and countless shadows descended from above.
In an instant, everyone realized that this was no joke.
So they started reaching up to the sky, desperately trying to catch the densely falling balls.
"Oh, so you're resorting to such barbaric shooting, huh?"
Keigo Atobe couldn't stand the zombie-like guys below.
Ryo Mido chuckled, strode forward, and shouted, "Atobe, if you can't get the ball, you might as well go back home."
Atobe Keigo frowned. "How dare you say that I can't get the ball? What a joke."
They rushed out in an instant, their faces not showing any scrambling or looting, but excitement.
"It's from Hyotei."
"It's only natural that Hyotei was invited, after all, they are the champions."
In an instant, countless junior high school students appeared out of nowhere.
Figures flashed by among the high school students, and in a flash, the tennis balls that were in their hands were gone.
"What happened?"
"Where's the ball? Where did all the balls go?"
The panicked high school students searched around and saw only unfamiliar faces; some had a bunch of balls on their rackets, and others were holding many balls.
The high school students were dumbfounded.
"Hey, how could you do this?"
"You rude bunch, what are you doing taking so many balls by yourself?"
Kintaro Toyama: "There's no rule that says one person can't carry so many balls. Those of you who can't find the balls, hurry home."
Eishiro Kite: "That's right, any number of balls won through skill are reasonable."
There were originally 300 people, and 250 balls were thrown, meaning at least 50 people didn't get a ball.
Now things are different; almost a hundred people don't have a ball.
Everyone standing in the room felt helpless and indignant.
According to their understanding, it should be one person, one ball, and so many people shouldn't be eliminated.
In the monitoring room, the man in white sat down and said, "The middle school students aren't as in need of care as they seem. They all got the ball, and more than one at that."
He picked up the microphone and said, "Now let me explain the rules. This training camp will be divided into 16 courts, numbered 1-16. The lower the number, the stronger the team. Several matches will be randomly selected each day. In a match between two courts, the winner moves up and the loser moves down..."
Everyone glanced at the field and instantly sensed that it was different from other places.
Everyone was on edge.
"High school students who didn't retrieve the ball, please go back immediately and leave this place."
After saying this, the voice abruptly stopped broadcasting.
The group of high school students without the ball were instantly dumbfounded.
"It's actually true."
"These middle school students are awful."
"How can one person hold so many balls?"
"These guys are just lucky, they don't have any real skill, yet they still have so many balls. It's unforgivable."
"Say something like, 'They were just lucky.'"
Atobe Keigo said dismissively, "I'm tired of hearing that kind of talk."
"Hey, you dare to wager the ball in your hand in a one-on-one duel?"
A blond-haired man pointed at Natsume Tsukiya and said.
Atobe Keigo is quite assertive and looks like someone you shouldn't mess with, while Natsume Tsukiya next to him seems like he's just playing around, showing no aura of a strong person whatsoever.
Everyone looked over in surprise.
"Oh, that guy really has good taste."
"He doesn't think Natsume Tsuki is the weakest among us, does he?"
"Wow, not only did he fail to retrieve the ball, but he also picked such a weak opponent for himself."
"Tsk tsk, the middle school students are saying that Natsume Tsuki is too weak, but their eyes are full of sympathy for the high school students."
Everyone else was baffled: "What on earth are those middle schoolers doing?"
"It looks very strange."
"Why don't I play with him for a bit?"
A man wearing a hat came out.
"Why don't you all come at me together?"
Natsume Tsukiya looked around and pointed at everyone, saying, "Ten balls."
"Well???"
"Where did that lunatic come from? He actually said to attack all at once, and with ten balls no less?"
"That's too arrogant, this won't do."
"Matsudaira, just play along with him and have some fun, but don't go too far."
The blond-haired man sat on the referee's bench and spoke.
"Excuse me, I don't know anything about going easy on you." The man in the hat said, throwing a ball up and shouting, "Fireball!"
"Snapped!"
Before he could react, the ball was hit back, slamming right at his feet.
"What?"
The man in the hat named Matsudaira was dumbfounded and instantly lost his composure.
"Why don't you come along too?"
Natsume Tsukiya pointed his racket at the guy acting as the referee to the side.
The blond-haired guy instantly flew into a rage. "Damn it, what are you talking about, you middle school brat?"
"What, afraid you can't beat them both?" Natsume Tsuki smiled.
The blond-haired man was enraged: "Matsudaira?"
Then, the two stood in the same half of the court, each holding a ball.
Takeshi Momoshiro: "Natsume Tsukiya, wanna fight two of us?"
Takashi Kawamura: "Is this really okay?"
Sadaharu Inui: "This is completely different from one against two. One against two is with one ball, and there is time to react. With two balls, it's different. You need at least 1.5 times the speed."
Both junior high and high school students looked surprised.
"That middle school kid, who does he think he is?"
"You actually want to play a game of two balls against two people?"
"How could such a thing possibly be possible?"
Monitoring room: "Interesting. A clean sweep against the tyrant, are they going to pull off a one-versus-two play right from the start?"
"What good is it if those high schoolers who can't even get the ball win?" the fitness coach said.
The person in white, however, continued to smile and stare at the screen.
"Prepare to die."
On the court, the two high school students exchanged a glance and simultaneously threw their tennis balls.
"Bang! Bang!"
The two strikes occurred almost simultaneously.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Natsume Tsukiya's retort was equally swift: "Pathetic."
"What?"
"That guy actually returned the ball to two people at the same time?"
"Natsume Tsukiya is outstanding wherever he goes."
"If you're not satisfied, add more people."
Natsume Tsukiya's words angered the high school students, and someone shouted, "I'll do it!"
"Three balls?"
All eyes froze.
The junior high students, who were initially just watching the spectacle, were now secretly wondering if they could handle three people at the same time.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Not even three people?"
"Again!"
"Four people, four balls."
"Who exactly is that guy?"
"Bang bang bang bang!"
Five people!
The number of people is constantly increasing.
The fitness instructor on the floor in the monitoring room also got up.
"Ten...you can't even beat him with ten balls?"
The coach in white robes spoke up: "From your perspective, what do you think of this national tournament champion and leader?"
The fitness coach remained defiant: "Before the competition rankings are finalized, all the data is insufficient for reference."
"I see!"
The coach in white said, "I think he has a bright future."
Fitness coach: "It would be better to say that when he can beat every goalkeeper on every field."