allendalepharm Chapter 118 Shadow Clone
Chapter 118 Shadow Clone
Chapter 118 Shadow Clone
"How is this possible?"
The Higa team, who had come from afar to cheer him on, looked at each other in disbelief. How could Kai Yujiro be defeated 6-0?
This result has completely overturned everyone's understanding.
"It looks awful, Kai."
Rin Hirakoba said, "To be completely outmatched by the opponent's substitute is truly humiliating."
Kai Yujiro was unwilling to accept this and disagreed with his teammate's sarcasm, retorting, "Hirakoba, stop talking nonsense. You'll see when you face them."
"snort."
Hirakoba leaped into the arena and said, "Eishiro, I told you long ago that this guy is no good."
"Don't say things like that," said Mite Eishiro. "Be careful or I'll make you suffer."
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"I hate eating bitter melon the most."
Hirakoba Rin said nonchalantly, "Watch me bring you a victory."
His confident words ignited the enthusiasm of the cheerleaders at Higa Junior High: "Go Hirakoba! We're rooting for you!"
"As long as you make your move, use your 'rice spoon' technique, and show them what the Kanto champion team can do."
"The next match will be the doubles match between Hyotei Academy and Bika Junior High School, number two. Players from both sides, please enter the court."
Rin Hirakoba, the handsome junior high school student, has already entered the court, and his partner, Hiroshi Chinen, with a tuft of white hair, is also ready to fight.
As a result, all eyes were focused on Hyotei Academy.
"Atobe, what are you waiting for?"
Not to be outdone, Yuushi Oshitari also took an unconventional approach, jumping into the arena and turning his head to look at the seats.
Atobe Keigo grabbed the racket in front of him, snorted, and grumbled, "Why does Tsukiya always schedule doubles matches for me? It's been so long since I played singles."
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The Hyotei members just laughed, but Fuji Yuuta was puzzled. "Wouldn't it be more suitable to put Atobe of Hyotei in singles?"
"No, no, no."
Guan Yuechu shook his head: "Whether a position is suitable or not doesn't depend on the individual, but on the lineup. If you can win in doubles but not in singles, then doubles is more suitable..."
Fuji Yuta didn't seem to believe in his twisted logic.
Higa and his group were all surprised to see Atobe Keigo walk in.
"I heard that guy is the captain of Hyotei."
Tian Renzhi continued eating and said, "Former minister, it seems this battle is going to be dangerous again."
Eishiro Kito casually tapped him, "Here comes the bitter melon."
Coming to his senses, he became a little worried. Atobe Keigo's fame was no less than Natsume Tsukiya's, and Kite Eishiro knew him well.
I just didn't expect Atobe Keigo to appear in the doubles...
"The match between Hyotei Academy and Higa Junior High School's doubles team 2 will now begin. Higa Junior High School's Chinen Hiro serves."
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"What Hyotei Academy? Watch this shot!"
Standing over 1.9 meters tall, Chinen Hiroshi served a straight shot.
"Atobe, let's play this match a little longer."
Yuushi Oshitari held his racket with both hands, not even looking at his opponent, but turning to talk to Keigo Atobe: "After all, nobody knows if we'll even get a chance to play in the next match."
"Those two guys are so arrogant," Hirakoba Rin thought resentfully.
"Oshitari, shut up."
Keigo Atobe spoke up: "Here comes the ball."
"With a serve like that, they dare to say they'll make Hyotei look bad?"
Oshitari Yuji swung his hand backhand and struck straight into the corner, the angle and force of which were astonishing.
"It's nothing."
Chinen Hiroshi's signature move is the invincible Shrinking Earth Technique. It's as if every student in Higa Junior High School has an invincible Flash. How could such a ball possibly stump him?
I am confident that I was born here, grew up here, and will surely die here!
Chinen Hiroshi, who appeared just in time and reacted half a beat ahead, was still unable to snatch the point from Oshitari Yuji.
"Bang!"
Oshitari Yuji intentionally increased the ball speed during the rallies.
Since the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, or rather, since Natsume Tsukiya took over Hyotei, the team's overall strength has been steadily increasing.
In regular school matches, the pace of the games is also much faster than usual.
Subtly and gradually, a consensus is formed to pursue the limits of humanity and nature.
Higa's Shrinking Ground technique has become a testing ground for the two members of Hyotei.
The term "Shinzuta" refers to the footwork of Natsume's signature technique, the Hidden Footwork.
The five elements of ninjas are metal, wood, water, fire, and earth.
A single shadow clone completely disrupted the rhythm of the entire match.
Before the opposing team could even gasp in astonishment, the former undisputed emperor of Hyotei, his brows furrowed in anger, shouted, "This is my ball!"
"Hmph, Atobe."
This guy, showing no regard for teamwork, openly said, "If you can get the ball, it's yours; if you can't, you can just watch."
How could the eldest son of the Atobe family tolerate this?
The bespectacled man in front of me—or rather, the pretentious man with glasses without lenses—has become incredibly arrogant ever since he learned a few moves from Natsume.
Shadow clone?
What a joke! How could Atobe-sama possibly admit defeat?
Suddenly, he mustered all his strength and, before Renji could react, slammed the ball back.
The two people opposite them were speechless and confused.
"Hey, what's going on with those two guys?"
Chinen Hiroshi glanced at the two of them and then asked Hirakoba Rin, who was also buzzing.
"Wooden clogs."
Rin Hirakoba had never seen such a chaotic scene before, so he was naturally unable to answer any questions.
"Zero to fifteen!"
After a fierce battle of just a few dozen balls, this crucial point was decided, and it also marked a new chapter in this national tournament.
"What happened?"
"have no idea."
What exactly are those two people at Hyotei doing?
"It seems like there's been internal strife within the company."
Off the field, everyone's minds were also in a state of flux, unable to process what they were seeing.
The beautiful Shizusa, with her rosy, supple lips and slender, fair waist, was stunned by the scene before her. Her captivating, dark eyes widened in disbelief, and she lingered, unable to utter a word of her question: "Inoue-senpai, what's going on with those two?"
The middle-aged reporter's brow furrowed and then relaxed as he replied speculatively, "I think they're arguing about who gets to return the ball to their opponent."
"But why is this happening?" Shiba Saori pressed, her casserole ready to be unleashed.
However, this predecessor could no longer solve the unsolved mysteries of the tennis world.
"Don't underestimate me, Biga, okay?"
Rin Hirakoba fought his way into the National Tournament without any obstacles. His opponents looked at him like mayflies gazing at the sky. There was not a single person in Kyushu who could fight him. How tragic.
Now, finally able to have a good time, the joy in my heart is unprecedented.
But the opponent ignored him for no reason. How could he bear it?
This is intolerable!
Therefore, this goal, imbued with the full strength of Hirako Field, was a testament to his determination to shatter that laughable crown.
"Bang!"
The force was concentrated in a small ball, which instantly blasted into the emperor's backyard.
However, the flames of war never ceased, and the struggle never ended!
The two players from Hyotei are locked in a fierce confrontation over a single ball.
Three figures rushed toward the ball at the same time. Higa and his companion never expected that the two would do such a thing.
"My ball!"
Yuushi Oshitari surged forward at breakneck speed.
"It's my ball."
The eldest son of the Atobe family was instantly filled with excitement.
Amidst the crowd outside, Mukahi Gakuto sighed, "I knew Atobe and Oshitari would turn out like that." He spread his hands, a hint of helplessness in his voice.
General Mido's gaze shifted abruptly. "Tsukiya did it on purpose, didn't he?"
Ootori Chotaro: "That's more exciting, isn't it?"
"Wait a minute, what do you mean?" Miss Zhisha asked, bewildered.
Mukahi Gakuto covered his head and said, "Oh, I see. Those two played against each other in yesterday's practice match. It was a doubles match, and they both claimed the ball as their own."
Ryo Mido shrugged: "It's very simple. In short, it's one against three."
"One against three?" Shiba Saori raised an eyebrow, even more suspicious.
Chotaro Ootori: "In yesterday's doubles match, Oshitari and Atobe discovered they had boundless energy, so they started treating each other as opponents, as well as the two on the other side!"
Feng Changtaro raised his hand and extended two fingers, pointing to the center of the arena.
One against three!
News flows like water, moving swiftly.
"One against three?"
"Are you kidding me?"
"No way, just look at those two, you can tell it's definitely true."
"Fighting for the ball with teammates and battling against opponents is somewhat like one against three."
These words were unbearable to Higa, the two generals in the arena, and they immediately flew into a rage and retorted angrily.
But the two of them paid no heed and continued to fight over it.
The sound of the ball being struck was loud and clear.
"Zero to thirty!"
"These guys from Kanto are really pissing me off."
When had Hirakoba Rin ever been treated like this? The two opponents were actually managing to steal points from him while they were fighting over each other.
What are scores anyway?
However, if someone dares to disregard them, that's a different story.
As the saying goes, if the upper beam is not straight, the lower beam will be crooked too.
The fat man in the coaching seat raised his hand and made a wicked gesture as if to slit his own throat.
General Pinggu understood immediately and leaped high into the air once more, as if he wanted to fly up to the sky and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun.
He glanced sideways, then suddenly snapped the button.
Little did they know, the young coach of Hyotei already had his racket in hand and was about to swing it backhand.
A faint glimmer.
With a loud thud, before Hirakoba Rin even hit the ground, he felt as if he were about to die.
The ball in his abdomen was like a meat grinder, or as if someone had grabbed his intestines and stomach, spinning and pulling them violently.
"Bang!"
The massive object fell from the sky and crashed into the field.
"What?"
"Hirako-ba was shot down from the sky."
"Who is the other party?"
"That's fast."
Eishiro Kite's gaze suddenly sharpened as he looked over, thinking to himself, "Is that Natsume Tsukiya, who's supposedly ranked number one in the country? Hirakoba is really done for this time."
The fat man, after being glanced at by Natsume Tsukiya, was instantly filled with fear and dared not look directly at her again.
"Hey, you guys are really lame."
Yuushi Oshitari was very dissatisfied and said, "They actually resorted to such a lame trick."
"Damn it." Rin Hirakoba's stomach churned violently.
The old man from the Atobe family, racket slung over his shoulder, looked down at them disdainfully and said, "If you can't play, just buy a ticket and go home. What are you babbling about here for?"
The sword is still young; how can we not fight for three hundred rounds?
Rin Hirakoba staggered to his feet and faced off with his racket.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Even at this moment, the Hyotei duo's confrontation had not diminished in the slightest, and their sharpness remained undiminished.
"Game, Hyotei Oshitari vs. Atobe, score 0-1!"
"This is my serve, isn't it?"
The former emperor of Hyotei stood firm in the backcourt, his grip on the puck tight and powerful. Suddenly, he looked at the opposing team, grinned, threw the puck, and shouted, "Then open your eyes and see the world, you lowlifes!"
"Bang!"
"Fifteen to zero!"
"Wow, so fast!"
"Those guys, as expected, are known for their speed."
"Thirty to zero!"
"40 to 0!"
"Game: Hyotei Ninja Team, Score 2-0!"
Atobe served four balls in a row, scoring with apparent ease. He raised an eyebrow and asked his captain, Oshitari, "How was my serve?"
"That's all there is to it."
"snort!"
Faced with that answer, what good words could Atobe possibly say? Even a snort would have been a favor.
"You two, be normal!"
Hirakoba Rin raised his racket and waved his finger, "Don't get too cocky."
"So what if you're arrogant?" Shinobu's clone flashed, his gaze sharp.
"hateful!"
This peerless expert from Higa could only grit his teeth in frustration.
"call out!"
He angrily threw the ball into the air, shouting, "Fan Chi Qian!"
As if words had come true, the ball, like a green ghost, trailed a long beam of light as it hurtled toward the other side.
Hirakoba Rin was quite pleased with himself and said, "This is my signature move, just wait and see."
"So this is what it is."
Hyotei's Atobe scoffed, saying, "I'll take this ball."
"I'll do it."
Ren Zu refused to yield.
The fact that the three figures rushed forward simultaneously without colliding with each other astonished everyone.
In the end, it was Atobe who was one step ahead, flashing back in a matter of seconds.
"What?! My rice spoon was broken by him in one move!"
Rin Hirakoba felt she couldn't withstand such a blow.
Holding serve is the key to victory.
The rice spoon was the weapon that ensured victory, but now that the weapon has been broken, how can we not be shocked?
"What rice spoon, Qian?"
With a soft hum, the ball was successfully collected.
"Zero to fifteen!"
With so many spectators, the astonishing spectacle wouldn't be complete without the presence of St. Rudolph as a backdrop.
Yuuta Fuji was already speechless: "Mitsuki... Has Hyotei evolved to this extent?"
Guan Yuechu said, "Those guys, they've really changed a lot in just three days...we should look at them with new eyes."
"What an amazing match!"
Ms. Zhi, camera in hand, was determined not to miss a beat of this tense competition, snapping photos incessantly.
"Yes, Hyotei always manages to produce unexpected results in their matches."
Inoue Mamoru looked at Natsume Tsukiya: "This is all thanks to that department head, isn't it?"
Miss Shizuka turned to Natsume Tsukiya, pressed the button, her face flushed and her heart pounding.
"40 to 0!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Match ended! Hyotei's team, led by Yuushi Oshitari and Keigo Atobe, won with a score of 6-0!"
"Unfortunately, the opponent was a little weaker."
"Yes, otherwise, I would definitely be the victor."
The two from Hyotei were still not satisfied.
Higa is like a stray dog, homeless and destitute.
"Six to zero?"
"Six-nil again?!"
"Could it be that they really are a school that excels at scoring six-to-nil victories, as the newspapers claim?"
"Hyotei, is this the team from the Kanto Tournament? They're so strong!"
Kai Yujiro: "See? I told you so. Now you should believe me."