Chapter 180

"We worked so hard to move up, and now we're demoted again..."

Yukio Kurobe didn't care how long it took them to reach the upper courts.

But by his standards, players were not allowed to make mistakes!

Immediately, he fixed his gaze on Aki Kamishiro and said.

"Nice to meet you. During the time the head coach is away, I, strategy coach Kurobe, will be guiding you."

Then, he scanned the area and said slowly.

"Everyone, as you know."

"This training camp consists of 246 high schoolers and 50 selected middle schoolers."

"From now on, whether you are a high schooler or a middle schooler, you must spar with one another."

"Strive to improve the overall level of the U17."

"However, the head coach said that 300 is too many."

"We will drop 250 tennis balls..."

"Those who don't pick up a ball, please leave the camp immediately."

As soon as he finished speaking, a small biplane flew over their heads.

"Vroom—"

Immediately after, a rain of tennis balls began to fall from the sky!

Seeing this, Aki Kamishiro smiled slightly.

It had begun; life at the U17 could finally be considered started!

Immediately, he smiled at Keigo Atobe.

"Senior Atobe, don't fall behind!"

Once these words were out, Keigo Atobe immediately understood what Aki Kamishiro meant.

Seeing this, Keigo Atobe put force into his legs and jumped directly into the air.

Swinging his racket, five tennis balls immediately stopped on the racket.

"I don't want to admit defeat!"

Seeing this scene, the Hyotei group's interest was also piqued.

"Scrambling for balls? Interesting!"

Everyone rushed to join in!

They immediately swung their rackets to collect the tennis balls.

However, Keigo Atobe had misunderstood Aki Kamishiro's meaning; he was just giving a casual reminder.

He hadn't intended to scramble for balls, but it didn't matter.

Eliminating one more person was one less person.

In a training camp, the one thing you never lack is cannon fodder!

Aki Kamishiro directly used the Moon Walk from the Navy Six Styles!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

By continuously stepping on the air, he stopped all the tennis balls he saw on his racket.

He alone had taken 20 tennis balls!

Aki Kamishiro's racket full of tennis balls made that group of high schoolers turn green with envy!

"Pick up the balls quickly!"

"There are still tennis balls over there!"

……

While picking up balls, Aki Kamishiro also noticed the arrival of other middle schoolers.

Kunimitsu Tezuka was at the forefront, holding a tennis ball and looking toward Aki Kamishiro's position.

"Kamishiro, we meet again."

It wasn't just Tezuka; Seigaku had almost the entire team out, except for Ryoma Echizen.

Rikkai was the same, the entire team was out!

It seemed that receiving an invitation as a whole team wasn't a privilege reserved only for champions!

As long as you were a capable player, you would accept the U17 invitation.

Takeshi Momoshiro looked at everyone and exclaimed in surprise.

"So you guys really came too!"

Hearing this, Keigo Atobe held up a racket full of tennis balls and laughed while looking up.

"I am the national champion of this year, so naturally I would appear here. Do you have a problem with that? Huh?"

A counter-question left Takeshi Momoshiro with a sheepish smile; that was indeed true.

Besides the national top four players, Jin Akutsu from Yamabuki Middle School was also invited.

He looked at Aki Kamishiro, the brilliance in his eyes ready to erupt.

"Kamishiro, this time we can finally have a proper match!"

Besides Jin Akutsu's gaze, Aki Kamishiro also felt the gazes of many familiar faces.

Kunimitsu Tezuka, Seiichi Yukimura, Genichiro Sanada, Shusuke Fuji, Renji Yanagi, Kuranosuke Shiraishi, Chitose Senri, Kippei Tachibana...

To this, Aki Kamishiro felt embarrassed, feeling that this group of people had all come to the U17 camp just to defeat him!

The target isn't me! Hey!

It should be the high schoolers here!

But Aki Kamishiro was not afraid in the slightest, responding directly with an even more formidable gaze.

Seeing this, Shusuke Fuji squinted and smiled.

"As expected of Kamishiro, still so calm."

The middle schoolers were a peaceful bunch, but the high schoolers now were like ants on a hot pan.

They were looking for balls everywhere!

"Are there no balls left?"

"Damn it! Even one would be fine!"

At this time, Sadaharu Inui pointed them toward a tennis ball not far away.

"There's one more over there!"

After saying that, he quietly retreated.

The high schoolers turned their eyes to the last tennis ball, and everyone rushed over like they had gone mad!

"Ah!"

"Don't fight me for it! This is mine!"

"Mine!"

At this moment, a small stone hit the tennis ball, causing it to bounce up.

A brat wearing a tennis cap appeared in everyone's field of vision.

That's right, the person who arrived was none other than Ryoma Echizen.

He grabbed the tennis ball firmly in his hand.

"Yo~ made it in time."

"You guys still have a long way to go!"

Once he said this, the high schoolers wanted to skin him alive.

If it weren't for the fact that fighting was prohibited in the camp, they would definitely have found a way to kick Ryoma Echizen!

Immediately, he cast his gaze toward Aki Kamishiro's direction.

"Kamishiro! We still have a match left to play."

Seeing this, Aki Kamishiro sighed slightly.

How come even this arrogant guy was coming for him?

When all the tennis balls had found their owners, strategy coach Kurobe had already returned to the monitoring room.

He broadcasted to the entire field over the intercom.

"It seems all the middle schoolers have picked up a ball."

"Then let me briefly explain the arrangements for the training camp."

Hearing the broadcast, everyone became serious.

The broadcast continued.

"Courts 1 through 16 will be assigned based on strength."

"The smaller the number, the stronger the strength."

"During daily practice, several groups of players will be drawn for alternating random round-robin matches."

"The winners will be promoted to the higher courts, and the losers will be demoted to the lower courts."

After hearing the rules, everyone understood.

The U17 camp was more brutal than any training camp they had ever participated in.

Even the Child of God, Seiichi Yukimura, couldn't help but sigh.

"To advance, you must maintain victory in the random round-robin matches; it is indeed a place where strength speaks."

At this time, Yukio Kurobe reminded them again.

"High schoolers who did not pick up a ball, leave the camp immediately."

Once these words were out, the high schoolers who hadn't picked up a ball were instantly unconvinced.

A hot-tempered blonde high schooler suddenly pointed at Aki Kamishiro and shouted loudly.

"What kind of joke is this! That stinky brat over there!"

"By what right do you get to take so many tennis balls by yourself!"

"If you have the guts, have a match with me!"

"If I win, give me all the tennis balls!"

"What? Are you afraid?!"

Once he said this, the middle schoolers looked at him with the eyes one would use for an idiot.

Seeing this, Aki Kamishiro couldn't help but smile.

Who would you pick? You just had to pick him as an opponent.

Isn't this just asking for death?

But it was just as well; he would use this guy to practice his tennis.

Still the same saying, cannon fodder, there's plenty of it in the training camp!