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

Chapter 100: 3 Ships of Old Cattle and Horses, the Strong Have the Right to Choose

Monitoring room.

After Saito Shigeki walked in.

"The U-17 World Cup is not far away. Isn't it a bit too much to ask Gui and the others to help the team leader find the eagle at this time?"

Kurobe Yukio, who had been staring at the surveillance camera on the table, asked in a deep voice without turning his head.

"Yamato Yuta is fine, but Oni Jujiro, Nakagawa Naoichi, and Mori Jusaburo do seem to be using their public office for personal gain."

“That’s not good.”

Takushi Ryuji, holding the barbell in both hands, responded with approval while lifting it.

"Head Coach Mifune is helping, but can't he see that?"

"The reason we arranged these people is mainly to give him some training."

"Especially Mori Jusaburo."

"If a genius doesn't like to work hard, he will probably be forgotten by the crowd."

With a faint smile on his lips, Saito Ji put his hands in the pockets of his white coat and answered with a look of control over his situation.

However, he did not ask the other party why he made an exception and invited Hisashiburo Mori to the training camp before the Autumn Rookie Tournament.

"indeed."

"The combination of modernity and tradition can produce a more comprehensive player."

Takushi Ryuji nodded in agreement.

After all, for Onijushirou.

There is currently nothing left to provide further instruction within the Neon U-17 training camp.

"Look at this."

It seemed that he tacitly agreed to Saito Shi's actions.

Kurobe Yukio didn't say anything more.

Instead, he took out a newspaper and some information from the drawer of the table beside him.

"Oh?"

Saito couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and picked up the newspaper with one hand and started reading.

This is the special issue of "Tennis Monthly" written by Mamoru Inoue.

"That's really interesting~"

"Although it's not uncommon for first-year junior high school students to become tennis club captains."

"But the one who can boast so much is Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School, which has won the Kanto Tournament for fifteen consecutive years and the national championship for two consecutive years."

"This is quite eye-catching."

Because we will observe and screen the junior high school students later.

So Saito Shi looked very carefully.

But when he picked up information other than newspapers.

The whole person's brow slowly frowned.

"This year's Free Country Youth Tennis Championship, the Kakizaka Youth Tennis Championship..."

"The HERO Tennis Club, one of the top three largest tennis clubs in the world, is related to it."

"So, does that mean the previous turmoil was fundamentally caused by this young man named Beichuan?"

The words fell.

The monitoring room fell into a brief silence.

After a while.

“It can’t be called turbulence.”

"To be more precise, it was this young man who brought opportunities to Neon Junior High School and even to the youth tennis world."

Kurobe Yukio then slowly spoke.

"So Kurobe, do you mean to recruit the other party?"

His eyes flickered.

Saito Shi put down what he was holding and asked softly.

"It can't be said to be recruiting, but waiting."

"Because the choice is not in our hands."

Kurobe Yukio shook his head.

joke!

A person from one of the top three largest tennis clubs in the world, and even an extremely respected person.

It doesn’t matter which country’s U-17 training camp the other party wants to go to.

"Right."

"I understand what you mean, Kurobe."

"If it can become a sharp blade in our hands, that would be the best."

"If you can't succeed, then take advantage of this period to collect data on the opponent."

Following the fall of Saito Shi's voice.

And now he also understood why Kurobe Yukio had made an exception and admitted Mori Jusaburo into the training camp not long ago.

There's really no need to say much about this kind of thing.

The monitoring room gradually became quiet.

......

Around noon that day.

Onijūjiro and his three companions also arrived at the Cliff of Heart.

"..."

The moment Mifunerudo saw these four people.

He knew that Saito Shinobu was treating him like an old ox or horse again.

"Coach Mifune, how can we help you find the eagle?"

"Any clues?"

With a ferocious look on his face, Onijūjiro asked Mifune Nyudo solemnly.

"See that hill?"

"Halfway up that mountain is where this old man, Eagle, finally appeared."

"All you have to do is go there with me."

He drank the wine in the wine gourd in one gulp.

Mifunerudo raised his hand and pointed to the location, speaking in a deep voice.

After saying that.

He just wanted to set off directly.

He had just taken a step when he finally added two more sentences with a sigh.

"in addition."

"Each of you will carry two buckets of water, and each of you will carry me for an hour."

The words fell.

It seems like sighing is contagious.

"Hey......"

"I knew it."

Maori Jusaburo sighed helplessly.

He reluctantly picked up the two wooden barrels not far away and walked down the mountain.

"This is really something a U-17 training camp would do."

Yamato Yuta is fine.

After saying this with great emotion, he followed the crowd.

It was almost the afternoon of the seventh day.

The five people finally arrived at the second camp location of Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School.

but.

Mifunerudo was also heartbroken at that moment.

"Eagle feathers...bones..."

"The raptor was eaten?!"

To know.

Training a falcon requires time-consuming the falcon.

This is a very time-consuming, labor-intensive and mentally taxing task.

People have to stay awake like eagles, sometimes for several days and nights without closing their eyes.

Five eagles means that Mifunerudo has put in a lot of effort.

Looking at the eagle feathers and broken bones on the ground, I almost choked.

"The eagle was eaten?"

"Could it be a savage?"

Maori Jusaburo, whose handwriting was extremely sloppy, suddenly opened his eyes wide, and all the tired sleepiness disappeared.

He even observed the surrounding situation from time to time.

"Since the target we were looking for has been eaten, can we retreat?"

He put down the bucket in his hand expressionlessly, and said while moving his wrist.

"Can wild men play tennis?"

Just at this time.

Kijujiro asked softly as he picked up a tennis ball hidden in the bushes not far away.

"..."

"Senior Ghost, please stop joking at this time."

Yamato Yuta said with a helpless smile.

The next moment.

When he realized what was happening, he opened his eyes wide.

He's not the only one.

Nakagawa Naoichi, Mori Jusaburo, and the heartbroken Mifune Nyudo all opened their eyes wide.

Because there is no way a savage could play tennis.

"Could this eagle have been knocked down and eaten by a tennis ball?"

"How cruel!"

"I don't know what eagle meat tastes like..."

Swallowing his saliva, Maori Jusaburo muttered a few words under his breath.

"go!"

"Follow the traces they left behind!"

Mifunerudo suddenly stood up and said this with a cold look in his eyes.