Chapter 182

To this, Juujiro Oni looked at Jin Akutsu and said coldly.

"The ones you were playing against just now were all from Court 10 and below; don't get too carried away."

After speaking, the three turned to leave.

Seeing this, Jin Akutsu asked quite unconvinced.

"Then which court are you from? You piece of trash."

"I'll defeat you right now! Trash!"

Hearing the word "trash" twice, Juujiro Oni turned his head and looked fiercely at Jin Akutsu.

"Don't push your luck, I'll send you to hell!"

Just as Jin Akutsu wanted to retort, Aki Kamishiro suddenly reached out and stopped him.

Seeing it was Aki Kamishiro, Jin Akutsu rarely closed his mouth.

Seeing this, Aki Kamishiro raised the corner of his mouth and looked at Juujiro Oni, saying.

"Juujiro Oni, Court 5, known as the Gatekeeper of Hell."

"But I don't know if your strength matches the title of Gatekeeper of Hell."

Once these words were out, Juujiro Oni was slightly stunned.

Because he seemed to have seen Aki Kamishiro's face somewhere.

The next instant, he remembered! The U17 trial match!

Aki Kamishiro was the winner of the U17 trial match.

But because he was a middle schooler and still had to play in the national tournament.

He wasn't directly recruited into the U17 camp for training.

And this time, the sudden addition of middle schoolers to the U17 camp had a lot to do with Aki Kamishiro!

To this, Juujiro Oni frowned slightly.

He didn't know what to say; although he really wanted to have a match with Aki Kamishiro.

To see Aki Kamishiro's true strength.

But if he didn't follow the coach's arrangements, he, the Gatekeeper of Hell, would have to go to hell.

He didn't want to return to the hellish training ground on Mifune Nyudo's side.

Perhaps seeing Juujiro Oni's concerns.

Irie Kanata on the side said hurriedly.

"Sorry, still the same saying, private matches are prohibited in the camp; violators will be eliminated immediately."

"I am Irie Kanata from Court 3; if you really want to play against us."

"Try hard to win tomorrow's random round-robin match!"

"I'm looking forward to our duel!" 2.

Just as the three were about to leave, Ryoma Echizen set his sights on Kazuya Tokugawa.

He appeared in front of Kazuya Tokugawa and asked.

"Then which court are you from?"

Kazuya Tokugawa just glanced at him coldly and walked past.

At the same time, Ryoma Echizen felt Kazuya Tokugawa's powerful aura!

"This guy might be even stronger than Aki Kamishiro!"

8??5.?0!2!9'!;6;5":0:1 This was Ryoma Echizen's first impression of Kazuya Tokugawa.

Kazuya Tokugawa ignored him, and the kind Irie Kanata smiled and responded.

"He is Kazuya Tokugawa, from Court 1!"

After speaking, the three left.

Ryoma Echizen watched the backs of the three and fell into thought.

Seeing this, Seiichi Yukimura said meaningfully.

"The U17 is truly an interesting place."

"I'm becoming more and more curious about the upcoming random round-robin matches."

His thoughts were the thoughts of everyone present.

And this scene was all seen by Yukio Kurobe in the monitoring room.

"Oh my, Juujiro didn't actually end up fighting Aki Kamishiro; what a small disappointment."

"Is this still the Brother Oni I know?"

The one speaking was the U17 mental coach, Hitoshi Saito.

Hearing the voice, Yukio Kurobe looked up.

"Saito, you should have prepared for tomorrow's training, right?"

To this, Hitoshi Saito smiled.

"Don't worry, it's been prepared for a long time."

"I hope this group of brats can accept this brutal training method."

"507" "By the way, have you chosen the target to kill the chicken to warn the monkey?"

Yukio Kurobe nodded.

"Yes, for tomorrow's random round-robin match, let Juujiro Oni deal with Takeshi Momoshiro from Seigaku."

"His signature move is Jack Knife, a type of heavy-power tennis."

"Letting Juujiro Oni deal with him is just right to dampen the spirits of these middle schoolers."

After speaking, Yukio Kurobe handed Takeshi Momoshiro's data sheet to Hitoshi Saito to look at.

Hitoshi Saito took it, looked at the photo for a moment, and smiled.

"Oh my, what a pitiful child."

"I thought you would choose to let Aki Kamishiro be Juujiro Oni's opponent."

Yukio Kurobe looked at Aki Kamishiro on the monitor screen before speaking slowly.

"I have that intention; if he dares to accept the challenge tomorrow, then let him play."

"I also want to see what level his strength is truly at?"

To this, Hitoshi Saito became interested.

"Oh? Do you think he can beat Brother Oni?"

Yukio Kurobe shook his head without hesitation.

"Impossible. With Aki Kamishiro's current strength, even if he tries his best, he cannot beat Juujiro Oni."

"No matter how strong he is, he is just a middle schooler; his stamina and physique cannot be a match for Juujiro Oni."

"You have to know that Juujiro Oni is a player who returned from Head Coach Mifune's hellish training ground."

On this point, Hitoshi Saito still agreed very much.

Immediately, he looked at the group of middle schoolers on the monitor screen, and his smile gradually became wanton.

"Looking forward to tomorrow more and more!"

Afterward, the middle schoolers checked into their assigned dormitories.

It could be described as luxurious; if it were a top five-star hotel, this was about the level of a three-star hotel.

And the food, whatever you wanted, it was there, a combination of meat and vegetables, taking care of the players' nutrition in every aspect.

But thinking about it, it was normal; the U17 camp was originally meant to provide fresh blood for the Sakura Country national team.

If it couldn't reach this level, Aki Kamishiro would be the one finding it strange.

In the afternoon, everyone was checking in and familiarizing themselves with the training camp grounds.

Tomorrow could be considered the start of the U17 training.

Many players were still looking forward to it.

The night passed without a word, and the next day arrived quickly.

Early in the morning, news came from the high schoolers.

"The random round-robin match list is out!"

Everyone hurriedly got up and went to check if their names were on it after a simple wash.