The Sniping Gun Bullet

Hirazeni, the former head of Shitenhoji Shiraishi Kuranosuke, was a meritorious figure who led Shitenhoji out of the Kansai quagmire.

He will also be a member of the expeditionary force representing Japan Team in the future U-17 training camp.

His abilities are not what he portrays as comedic talent, merely something for entertainment.

Few people know that among his five attributes, his mental strength is even stronger than his physical strength.

Therefore, compared to Shiraishi Kuranosuke, who has not yet entered the National Level, he has a deeper understanding of Saeki Muneyoshi's strength than anyone else.

Especially that fleeting moment of darkness.

This is an extremely powerful and dangerous opponent!

Hirazeni had already defined Saeki Muneyoshi in his mind.

Therefore, it is clearly inappropriate for a first-year Shiraishi Kuranosuke to deal with such a dangerous opponent.

"It's time for me, the minister, to protect them from the wind and rain!"

Wearing a green hat and with a smile on his face, Hirazeni emerged from the dust that had not yet completely dissipated.

"Hey! You, the guy from Tokyo, your skills were really scary just now!"

Watching his opponent enter the court, Muneyoshi slowly walked to the net, but before he could speak, Hirazeni chuckled and said.

"Hirazeni seems quite extraordinary, doesn't he?"

Suppressing the excitement he felt at finding a breakthrough, Muneyoshi smiled gently at Hirazeni opposite him.

With a smile even more earnest than before, Muneyoshi extended his right hand.

Looking at the serious-looking but actually quite quirky Shitenhoji Head in front of him, Muneyoshi's vigilance began to rise to an unprecedented level.

"What a meticulously vigilant young man! In that case, let's have a good fight."

Noticing the caution in Muneyoshi's eyes, Hirazeni slightly pursed his lips, greeted Muneyoshi with a smile, and then began guessing who would win.

After two consecutive matches, he had a general understanding of Muneyoshi's strength; his opponent was a genuine National Level player.

Thinking about the other person's current age, he felt a sense of emotion. No wonder he was a tennis prodigy from Tokyo Metropolis; people who grew up in that hellish environment were all so extraordinary.

The match began with Saeki Muneyoshi serving first.

At the baseline, Muneyoshi slapped the tennis ball in his hand a few times, then glanced at the bouncing Hirazeni on the other side. Undeterred by the opponent's actions, he suddenly threw the ball.

His body then slowly jumped up, his arms twisting and turning, causing all the muscles in his body to exert force at the same time.

Bang!

A pale yellow light flew out from Muneyoshi's racket and slammed heavily at Hirazeni's feet.

The tennis ball, propelled by immense force, flew incredibly fast, like a flash of lightning, directly past Hirazeni's feet, as if the move was aimed directly at his ankle.

Hirazeni was startled and quickly dodged to the side, his face displaying a very interesting and amusing expression.

"ACE, Saeki Muneyoshi,15:0."

Hirazeni was taken aback, patting his chest with lingering fear. "I have to say, Saeki -kun, that was a really good shot! You've got some skill!"

Even Muneyoshi, who had read the original work and was familiar with Hirazeni's personality, couldn't stand Munehiko's continuous show of weakness and flattery, and several black lines appeared on his forehead.

Does the other party think he's a fool?

Putting aside his abilities, even as the head of Shitenhoji, he shouldn't be making such a fuss!

"Let's see how long you can keep up this act!"

Muneyoshi was somewhat annoyed. The tennis ball flew out of his hand again and bounced towards Hirazeni's feet.

However, Hirazeni did not intend to hold back at this moment. He took half a step back and gently sliced the tennis ball at the high point of its bounce after landing.

He caught the tennis ball and sent it flying toward Muneyoshi's half of the court. However, when Hirazeni looked up, Muneyoshi was already running quickly toward the net.

The tennis ball had just crossed the net when Muneyoshi raised his racket with his right hand, made a half-hearted drag with his left, and then gently sliced it.

The tennis ball bounced twice gently in front of Hirazeni's net before falling still and lying quietly on the ground.

"Great net play!"

In the corner, Mifune Nyudo with his arms crossed, took a sip of sake, and spoke calmly.

Watching the two men's movements, Mifune Nyudo tilted his head back, chugging down his fine wine, and squinted his eyes, saying:

"These guys have decent basic skills, but at this level, they're not much different from those small fry."

With a thud, the moment Hirazeni's tennis ball hit the ground, before it could even unleash its powerful momentum, a red and black racket precisely swept over him.

Bang!

A pale yellow beam of light flashed, and the tennis ball left a high-speed afterimage in the air.

With a smile playing on his lips, Saeki Muneyoshi was quite satisfied with his current ability to hit net volleys.

"Game, Saeki Muneyoshi, 1:0!"

The match continued after the change of ends, with Hirazeni serving.

Bang!

Hirazeni bent over, demonstrating his considerable skill in determining the optimal point of contact when hitting a tennis ball.

Although he didn't know that this was the prototype of the perfect Sweet Spot Technique, he was already able to achieve maximum effect with minimal effort.

This shot was aimed at Muneyoshi's backhand defense area. From the previous games, Hirazeni had already noticed that Muneyoshi's forehand was extremely aggressive, but his backhand was completely ineffective.

That must be his weakness!

If Muneyoshi knew what Hirazeni was thinking, he would probably find it amusing.

From the moment he started playing tennis, he began to practice his forehand and backhand frequently, and he did more than just train his backhand.

His backhand was indeed weak, so his idea at the time was to train both hands to be forehands in order to avoid this weakness.

Hirazeni was unaware of this, and now he's going to suffer a great loss.

The tennis ball flew to Muneyoshi's backhand area. Muneyoshi twisted his body, exerted force from his abdomen, twisted half his body, and threw the racket directly to his left hand, which then grabbed the racket and lifted it up.

The tennis ball was flung out, shooting straight towards Hirazeni's forehand wing.

"What!"

In the backhand area, Muneyoshi used a forehand shot to return the ball directly, causing Hirazeni's judgment of Muneyoshi's weakness to fail.

However, being a highly experienced player, he quickly calmed down.

Looking at the tennis ball flying from Muneyoshi's half of the court, and at the hand Muneyoshi had just switched hands with, Hirazeni was somewhat surprised but not panicked.

He exhaled a breath of stale air, and Hirazeni's gaze sharpened, becoming incredibly piercing.

"Even a backhand doesn't work? In that case!"

"I'm here to snipe you, buddy..."

He compared his fingers to a pistol Hirazeni a funny chuckle.

Hirazeni stepped back slightly.

He struck a unique pose: his racket and left hand holding the ball were parallel to each other in front of him, his elbows were bent, and his whole body was tense. Then, he raised his hands in a wing-like shape.

Swish!

Seeing the tennis ball flying towards him, Hirazeni used the strength of his upper body to power his arm, swinging the racket behind him and swinging it forward fiercely.

"Here it comes! The minister's trump card..."

"One hit kills! Thud!"

The members of the Shitenhoji who were watching were excited, having witnessed Captain Hirazeni's amazing skills once again!

Hirazeni stared sharply at the tennis ball, veins bulging and muscles bulging on his arms. He pulled his racket back slightly before swinging it out with a vengeance.

"Gun Bullet!"

The moment the racket made contact with the tennis ball, it was as if a dazzling flame was shooting out from the muzzle of a gun. A cloud of black smoke suddenly appeared, and within the smoke, a spark flashed with golden light!

Muneyoshi heard a thunderous roar in his ears, and the tennis ball flew towards his half of the court like a bullet, accompanied by a wisp of smoke and a shockwave.

Bang!

Whoosh!

The sharp, whistling sound reached my ears clearly.

Bang!

Knowing full well the power of this move, Muneyoshi dared not be careless in the slightest. He gripped the racket tightly with his right hand, judged the trajectory of the tennis ball, and then suddenly lifted the racket.

A violent collision came from the racket.

Thump!

Snap...

The sniper's Gun Bullet mercilessly pierced Muneyoshi's racket, leaving a charred mark on the left side of his racket.

"Hirazeni scores, score 15-0."

P. S.: "Bang! Only monthly passes can withstand Gun Bullet penetration, even more effective than bulletproof vests!"