Chapter 85

At the gate of Budongfeng.

"Beep-beep!"

"Beep-beep!"

A vibration came from his pocket; Kirihara took out his phone and flipped it open, feeling a headache when he saw the name displayed on the screen.

"Moshi moshi~"

"Why didn't I arrive at the practice match with Kaki Middle School?"

"Coach, don't be so fierce...

I fell asleep on the train and ended up all the way at Budongfeng."

"Got it, I'll be back before eight o'clock."

The phone snapped shut!

After fooling the coach, Kirihara chuckled, rubbed his nose, and walked toward the street to the east.

Falling asleep on the train and such was, of course, a reason he made up.

He had pestered Senior Niou for a long time before learning about Vice-Captain Sanada's affairs; now that he had the chance to come to Tokyo, he certainly wouldn't waste his time on boring guys.

It was just a pity that Tezuka, whom the Vice-Captain cared about, had already gone to England for arm treatment, so he couldn't see him.

However.

Fortunately, the guy who defeated Tezuka was still in Tokyo.

Kirihara looked at the racket bag on his back.

Budongfeng's Yuuki Satoru, lightning-like tennis, huh...

Heh heh, I want to see how powerful you are; let the ace of Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School, the legendary Kirihara Akaya, defeat you!

Woohoo~ Running fast!

But when he turned at the intersection, a tall figure suddenly appeared in front of him, and because he was running too fast, he couldn't dodge and crashed straight into him.

Boom!

Such sturdy muscles—this thought flashed through Kirihara's mind as he fell to the ground.

"Sorry!"

After being stunned for a while, he rubbed his head and apologized hurriedly, then looked up, only for his heart to constrict suddenly.

Silver-gray hair flipped up ostentatiously, a pale, expressionless face, and those cold eyes—a fierce look; his whole body revealed an aura that said he wasn't to be trifled with.

Definitely a genuine delinquent!

Kirihara's face turned pale.

Oh no, in a place where he was unfamiliar with the people, it would be troublesome if he got entangled with a delinquent.

Tch.

One hand in his pants pocket, the other carrying a white plastic bag.

Akutsu turned his head, his pale yellow eyes sweeping diagonally downward; seeing the other person's frightened and scared appearance, a trace of impatience crossed his heart.

If it were usual, he might have been in the mood to teach him a lesson.

But now...

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The heavy, dull sound of ball striking came, attracting Akutsu's attention once again.

Kirihara was silent as a cicada, his heart pounding wildly; after a while, seeing no movement, he boldly looked toward Akutsu.

"Eh... no intention of fixing me up..."

Boom! Boom! Boom!

At this time, the sound of ball striking from the side also caught Kirihara's attention; turning his head to look, the street tennis court he was looking for was on his right hand side.

A group of people wearing black team uniforms surrounded both sides of the court.

And on the court.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Two figures were hitting back and forth rapidly, the tennis ball whistling back and forth over the dividing net, its speed fast enough to make one's heart tremble.

"Which of these two is Yuuki Satoru who defeated Tezuka Kunimitsu?..."

Watching the intense exchange below, Kirihara said with some surprise; he seemed to have forgotten that Akutsu was still by his side.

Hearing Kirihara's muttering, Akutsu's gaze swept over the match on the court, silently remembering these two names in his heart.

On the court.

Boom!

A pale yellow flame enveloped Yuuki Satoru, the racket in his hand flashing with faint electric arcs, and in an instant, a thunderbolt flashed.

Second Movement·Arc Flash!

Crackle!

A gorgeous and beautiful electric light serpent appeared above the court, changing violently; the moment it touched the ground, the tennis ball twisted and deformed.

The moment it bounced up, three ball shadows appeared out of thin air, suddenly smashing beside Ju Juping's side.

"40-0!"

"What!?"

Kirihara's light green eyes constricted; a brilliant electric arc appeared before his eyes.

In terms of speed, it was completely no worse than Vice-Captain Sanada's "Swift as the Wind," and at the same time, it had the variation of ball shadow splitting.

Lightning!

Is this guy Yuuki Satoru!?

The expression on Kirihara's face became much more solemn and serious, his gaze fixed on the figure on the court who had a smile on his lips but an aura like a beast.

Boom!

Another irregular thunderbolt flashed, and three ball shadows split apart.

"Game, Yuuki Satoru, 1-0!"

"Change sides!"

Watching the exchange on the court, especially seeing the execution of Yuuki Satoru's Thunder Triple Concerto, even the arrogant Akutsu couldn't help but have his eyes tremble slightly at this moment.

In this match, the shock in his heart was definitely far beyond Kirihara's.

After all, Kirihara was at the pinnacle of the middle school tennis world; the strength Yuuki Satoru and Ju Juping had just displayed was indeed not to be underestimated, but there were not a few people in Rikkai who had this level of strength.

Yukimura, Sanada, Niou, Mouri Jusaburo...

It was just that the move that was extremely fast and would split into three ball shadows might not be easy to handle.

But for things Kirihara was accustomed to, it was completely different for Akutsu.

"Tennis, to think it can reach this level..."

He had studied tennis at a certain club in elementary school and met a guy who called himself a tennis elite, but relying on his own strong physical fitness and sensitive nerve reactions, he easily broke the guy mentally.

Since even the so-called tennis elite was like this, he thought tennis was just like karate and those other sports—all boring things.

So since then, he had never touched tennis again.

But...

The match in front of him seemed to have made him discover something incredible.

"Interesting...!"

"Ju—

If you've already seen through my moves, you can feel free to counterattack!"

Yuuki Satoru's gaze was like a torch, his yellowish-brown eyes sweeping over Ju Juping; the game he had just won didn't make him fluctuate in the slightest.

The variation of Arc Flash might be some incredible move to others, but in front of Ju Juping, an expert in splitting balls, it was completely insufficient.

The Roaring Lion's roar could occupy a large part of the court in an instant with the ball shadows filling the sky.

The Explosive Ball Dance, while splitting into numerous ball shadows, also endowed them with intense spin changes, the complexity of its trajectory even exceeding the predictions of Talented Radiance.

Arc Flash was far from reaching this level.

And Ju Juping looked deeply at Yuuki Satoru; through the exchange just now, he had already recognized this guy.

And after these few matches, a sense of belonging had actually appeared in his heart; Budongfeng made him feel exceptionally intimate.

First was the Wildness state Yiwu Shen Si entered during the match, and then Yuuki Satoru's pale yellow Wildness flame, which was no weaker than the lion's aura.

Although the three people's auras had their own characteristics and strengths, their essence still led to the same destination.

So despite being at Budongfeng for the first time, Ju Juping had a feeling of returning home.

"Come again!"

He shouted aloud, the dark red flame on his body rising like a raging fire for a moment, spreading toward the surroundings.

In just a moment.

The lion's aura had reached outside the court; Yiwu Shen Si felt this scorching flame once again—it was more violent and domineering than in the previous match!

This chilling aura could even be felt from the street.

Kirihara's pupils constricted, a faint red light rising in the depths of his eyes.

The lion's aura didn't have much impact on him, but he was still shocked; just being outside the court, there was such pressure.

This guy is also not simple!

As for Akutsu, his muscles suddenly tightened; his body was instinctively resisting this momentum, and the domineering desire to conquer everything made him particularly repulsed.

A proud wolf would not lower its head in front of any beast.

In an instant, some kind of power deep within his body seemed to be stimulated by Ju Juping's aura, and a dead, white-gray aura appeared out of thin air.