The Danger of Attacking Recklessly
"Great Whirlwind Spin!"
If brute force isn't working, then let's try technique.
The pale yellow ball streaked across the air, leaving a winding, meandering trail that resembled a golden snake in a wild dance.
Compared to the move made by Hirakoba, the move by the Kite with the Great Whirlwind Spin was superior in terms of power, speed, and spin.
However, such differences are actually quite normal, since these techniques were all created by Kite Eishiro himself.
As for Hirakoba -bako's Great Whirlwind Spin and Renji Hitoshi's Big Explosion, they were taught to them by Kite after he had perfected them.
"Your move is even more powerful now, Kite!"
Seeing his opponent decisively change his move and even execute a more powerful variation, Muneyoshi smiled and nodded.
He wasn't just being polite; the Kite Great Whirlwind Spin was indeed significantly more powerful than Hirakoba Rin's.
Ordinary opponents simply cannot predict the trajectory of the ball when facing this move.
The winding, tortuous trajectory and the hidden spin beneath the complex ball path are both fraught with potential danger.
Just like the name of this move, Okinawa's strongest venomous snake flicked its tongue at its opponent.
Muneyoshi could immediately see that Kite Eishiro had reached the pinnacle of junior high school students in terms of pure technique.
He is only slightly inferior to Saeki Muneyoshi, Tezuka Kunimitsu, and Yukimura Seiichi.
He is on par with the current Sanada Genichirou, Mori Juzaburo, Chitose Senri, Keigo Atobe Keigo, and Tachibana Kippei.
Whether the skill can be further improved and taken to another level depends on the other person's fate.
Of course, this only refers to the pure technical aspects.
However, for Muneyoshi, such a move was still a bit too weak to pose a threat to him.
Watching the tennis ball meander forward, Muneyoshi immediately saw its path and predicted its position.
The next second, Muneyoshi flicked his wrist and swung the paddle at a slight angle.
The tennis ball bounced erratically from the ground, but no matter how it changed direction, Muneyoshi's racket face caught it directly.
Bang!
As the glimmer of light faded, Muneyoshi flicked the ball with a casual, whip-like motion, sending it flying in a perfectly straight line.
The ball flew in a straight line across the middle of the net, heading towards the bottom corner blind spot of the Kite.
While many people thought this response was good, it didn't guarantee that Muneyoshi would score.
Because the students at Higa Junior High possess a technique of Okinawan martial arts.
Shrinking Ground Technique!
Kite, still in a lunge position to the right, entered Muneyoshi's line of sight, his eyes showing no sign of panic.
Unlike the other students in Higa Junior High who could only move forward and backward using the Shrinking Ground Technique.
Kite's exceptional balance, among the best in Japan, allows him to execute his Shrinking Ground Technique from any direction on the court.
This is his all-encompassing Shrinking Ground Technique.
Tread!
The forward-rushing body slid down due to inertia, Kite stepped down to stabilize himself, his foot scraping against the hard ground and sending sparks flying.
Bang!
Using the momentum of his body, Kite's arm swung out, and at the moment the racket hit the tennis ball, his Kite trembled slightly. Then he twisted his arm muscles with force.
Even when his body is unsteady, he can still hit cross-court shots.
The long, curved path that runs the entire length of the court perfectly showcases the Kite's technique and ball control.
However, despite what others considered a stunning goal, Kite frowned slightly, showing that he was not satisfied.
Moreover, in his expectations and plans, this shot, although a barely successful return, could also be considered a mistake.
Muneyoshi's seemingly casual, light shot contained immense force upon contact, affecting the vibration of his arm muscles and consequently the shot itself.
"Eishiro, well done!"
"Minister, that's it! Destroy him!"
However, the cheers did not last. Seeing the figure appear on the field, the students of Higa Junior High were shocked.
"Wow... so fast!"
On the baseline opposite the Kite, a black figure appeared in the corner as if by flash.
"Glowing Flame -Hanabi!"
Muneyoshi's foot swept across the ground, giving him a half-body lead and placing him directly at the landing point of the tennis ball.
At this moment, Muneyoshi had switched his racket to his left hand. He held his right hand forward in a loose grip, and wisps of spiritual energy began to gather, with a faint purplish-black light emanating from his fingertips.
Bang!
Muneyoshi took advantage of the spin from the Kite, and swung his left arm sharply, swinging the racket.
A streak of purplish-black Glowing Flame, like a firework, leaped from the net of his racket, flew to Kite Eishiro's half of the court, and exploded just as his opponent was about to catch up.
A powerful mental pressure surged towards the Kite like a torrent, and countless images of himself being knocked away flashed through his mind.
Even with a heart as hard as Kite, a tiny crack appeared at this moment.
Thump!
"Fudomine Saeki Muneyoshi scores, 40:0."
Seeing the tennis ball roll back to his feet, Kite finally snapped out of his daze, his face now extremely pale.
What was that just now?
Kite's eyes were full of inquiry; that moment of darkness and the torrent of negative emotions were definitely not an illusion.
"So, did you see any possibilities for your future in that brief moment?"
Muneyoshi put down his racket and stood up, smiling as he watched Kite's expression constantly changing across the court.
Kite Eishiro remained silent.
The various scenes that just appeared—were they all possible scenarios for his future?
Are you kidding me? How could anyone possibly do something like that!
"Don't believe me? Then let's continue."
Muneyoshi nodded to Kite: "Kite, last time you said you hadn't perfected yourself and were unconvinced. Well then, this time, let me see your perfected Okinawan martial arts tennis."
Upon hearing Muneyoshi mention last year, Kite's expression changed again. He held his breath, his eyes flashing. "Fine, I'll grant your wish."
Swish!
Kite's eyes were cold, seemingly unaffected by Muneyoshi's earlier interference, and the tennis ball flew out of his hand again.
"Great Whirlwind Spin!"
The Kite tennis ball became increasingly dangerous, its twisting and turning like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, about to launch an attack on its prey.
Muneyoshi slid his foot and arrived at the landing point of the tennis ball ahead of time. He had just maintained a ready position to receive the serve when he felt a slight stinging sensation in his knee.
The intense spin of the tennis ball swept past, getting closer and closer to Muneyoshi's knee.
Um?
"Since you made the first move, you can't blame me!"
Swish!
The black and red-rimmed racket was lifted from below, leaving a faint trail of light in front of the knee.
The racket falls, its shadow resembling a net.
Muneyoshi's forearm trembled with force, as if weaving an invisible net that completely enveloped Great Whirlwind Spin's twisting and turning movements.
Bang!
The powerful force drew a leaping arc through the air.
The tennis ball left a trail of black flame as it swept across the Kite's half of the court.
He was still in a running motion, catching the ball, when he felt a burning pain in his knee.
The tennis ball that Muneyoshi returned seemed to have actually left a clear mark on his body.
The sudden pain caused a layer of sweat to immediately appear on Kite's forehead, but he still endured the cold sweat and chased the ball again.
"Hmph, if your knees hurt, then go run here!"
Bang!
The tennis ball crossed the net, Muneyoshi quickly sliced through the surface of the ball with his racket, causing it to fall back down after the force was neutralized.
"Drop Shot?!"
This tactic won't work against us.
Shrinking Ground Technique!
Ignoring the pain in his knee, Kite moved forward and in an instant was at the net from the baseline.
With one hand holding the racket, gently tap the tennis ball from below, and golden light rises from the racket face.
Boom!
Muneyoshi had also moved to the net in sync, and the tennis ball once again drew a black trail of flame, passing through Kite's calf.
"Game, Fudomine, 1-0."
The stinging pain from the force of the blows once again overwhelmed Kite's senses, causing him to ignore even the referee's voice.
However, Muneyoshi's voice drifted into his ears.
"Kite Eishiro, attacking someone rashly without understanding their strength is very dangerous!"
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