This Shot Has Ten Years' Worth of Power-Can You Handle It?

She had witnessed Fushimi Makoto's terrifying athletic ability.

She went to fight Fushimi Makoto?

What's the difference between this and dressing up as a clown to make everyone laugh?

Nakano Ichika linked arms with Eriri Spencer Sawamura and encouraged her, "You have to believe in yourself. You said you're sticking to your training, and all of us have put in so much effort and sweat, isn't it all for the sake of improvement?"

Eriri Spencer Sawamura: I've certainly tried, but why is sweat on my face right now?

Just hearing that she was to Fushimi Makoto made her break out in a sweat.

"Eriri Spencer Sawamura, you can do it, I believe in you!" Nakano Ichika resolutely carried out her plan of taking on multiple opponents at once, and she even secretly hid her hands behind her back, gesturing to her younger sisters.

Nino and the others exchanged a glance, then leaned closer with a hint of helplessness, saying in unison, "We believe you too."

Eriri Spencer Sawamura: "I don't know why, but I always feel like I'm being controlled by an invisible hand."

Chapter 384 This ball, with ten years of experience, can you catch it?

Nakano Ichika's plan was simple: to wear down Fushimi Makoto through a series of attacks.

Fortunately, these girls hadn't stopped training, and everyone's physical abilities had improved significantly. Ichika had also specifically asked around to confirm that the girls had all become much stronger, which gave her the courage to propose a series of challenges.

She did this partly to test her overall strength, and partly because she was certain that if she did this and then encouraged Yukino and Utaha, the two girls with long black hair would most likely join in.

In this way, everyone was automatically grouped: the five sisters and Eriri Spencer Sawamura in one group, and Utaha and Yukino in another.

With a numerical advantage, even if we can't defeat Fushimi Makoto, just being able to outnumber Yukino and the others would be a small victory!

She wasn't worried about being criticized by Yukino and the other two because she knew Yukino; the other was too proud and confident to care about such a small matter.

This is the kind of cunning she learned from the adults on the film set!

Because they weren't trying to hide their conversation, Yukino and Utaha, who had just put their things down, overheard it.

"They're really energetic; they decided on the match order so quickly," Utaha remarked casually.

Yukino glanced at her indifferently. "Senpai only sees the surface."

"On the surface?" Utaha raised an eyebrow, adopting a posture of eager interest. "Then please explain."

"Given her personality, now that she's made a plan and assembled her own team, she'll come looking for us next."

"What does she want with us... wait, does she perhaps want the two of us to team up?" Utaha realized.

"Obviously." Yukino remained as relaxed as ever.

Utaha looked Yukino up and down, her smile carrying a deeper meaning, "Would you like to team up with me?"

"Normally I wouldn't want to, but I'm very interested in wearing down Fushimi, and it's also a good opportunity for me to test my progress. After thinking it over, I know I can't do this alone." Yukino quite meticulous.

Utaha's smile remained unchanged as she extended her hand to her, "Then, it'll be a pleasure working with you."

"It's a pleasure doing business with you." Yukino shook hands with her.

This scene was witnessed by many people present. Sawamura Sayuri, laughing and joking, linked arms with Mrs. Yukinoshita and said, "I can smell the scent of youth. It's so good to be young~"

Mrs. Yukinoshita could speak, Fushimi Makoto's voice came from beside her. "You just mentioned youth, right?"

"What's the matter?"

"Since you've mentioned the keyword 'youth,' then you all need to give it your all later, otherwise you'll be letting down the power of youth."

"Huh? We're going to play too?" Sawamura Sayuri was stunned.

Mrs. Yukinoshita sized Fushimi Makoto and said sternly, "What kind of trick are you up to now?"

"No," Fushimi Makoto said seriously. "I just thought that since everyone rarely gets to go out and have fun, it would be really boring if you guys didn't get to exercise."

Sawamura Sayuri raised her hand and tapped Fushimi Makoto on the head. "What are you saying, you brat? How can a younger brother be so rude to his older sister?"

"You brat?" Fushimi Makoto's expression was one of surprise.

This was the first time he had ever heard this title from Sawamura Sayuri, so much so that he was stunned for a second.

Mrs. Yukinoshita frowned beside her. "Sayuri."

Sawamura Sayuri immediately understood and explained with a smile, "He calls me 'older sister,' so isn't he my younger brother?"

Mrs. Yukinoshita hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped herself.

Judging from her eyes, she probably meant: You're really shameless.

But for some reason, the words were on the tip of her tongue when she changed them casually, saying, "Your brother is my brother, right?"

Sawamura Sayuri exclaimed in surprise, "Eh? You actually said something like that?"

Mrs. Yukinoshita didn't explain, but turned to Fushimi Makoto and said, "You should go change your clothes too. We'll be going on stage later, so I hope you don't lose too early."

Fushimi Makoto, adopting an air of superiority, said, "Do I really need to tell you that I am Ryoma Echizen's unofficial disciple?"

Who is Ryoma Echizen?

The two beautiful women looked at each other in bewilderment.

Fushimi Makoto didn't continue speaking, and instead went to change his clothes, feigning profundity.

Soon the girls went to change their clothes, followed by two beautiful women.

When they all appeared before Fushimi Makoto, dressed in tennis skirts and wearing tennis caps, he was immediately overwhelmed with dizziness.

It's dazzling!

It's so white it's blinding!

Because everyone had to go on stage, when they changed clothes, they all took off Utaha black pantyhose, the two beautiful women's flesh-colored stockings, and Yukino and the others' stockings.

And their legs are all very beautiful. With so many pairs of fair, plump, and shapely legs appearing now, it's really hard for Fushimi Makoto, who never hides that he's a leg fetishist, to look away.

"Makoto."

Nakano Ichika ran up to Fushimi Makoto with a tennis racket in hand, and said with a sly smile, "Isn't it beautiful?"

"It's very good." Fushimi Makoto gave a thumbs up.

The skirts fell right at their knees, completely revealing the shapely, fair curves of their calves, which shone almost white in the sunlight.

"Is that all? Aren't there any other words?" Nakano Ichika feigned dissatisfaction.

Fushimi Makoto looked at her fair, slender legs. "You guys were definitely wearing safety shorts, right?"

He asked casually, and Nakano Ichika giggled and twirled around in front of him.

With a whoosh, her skirt billowed up, revealing black safety shorts underneath... Wait! These aren't safety shorts!

These are definitely my Li-Ning track pants!

The more Fushimi Makoto, the more familiar he seemed.

He also remembered that quite a few girls had borrowed his sweatpants back then, but very few of them had returned them.

He never expected to see his Li-Ning sports pants again today.

Sweatpants Girl, it's so good that you're still alive and haven't been thrown away.

"What are you doing over there?!" Nakano Itsuki's tense voice came from over the phone.

Fushimi Makoto and Ichika turned to look, and everyone, including Mrs. Yukinoshita, seemed to have agreed to give them a look of disgust.

Sawamura Sayuri kept laughing, "Seriously, Ichika, you're a girl, and a future big star at that. You need to pay attention to your image!"

Nakano Ichika's cheeks flushed slightly. Being stared at by so many people did make her a little embarrassed, but fortunately, she had been on set for so long that she had long since developed a thick skin. "Makoto isn't an outsider, and besides, I only showed him my safety shorts."

"Those are clearly sweatpants, and the more I look at them, the more familiar they seem," Nakano Nino retorted.

Sawamura Sayuri continued with a laugh, "Even if it's safety shorts, you shouldn't show them to boys willingly, because that would make you seem frivolous."

Nakano Ichika didn't argue, and nodded. "I understand, thank you, Aunt Sayuri."

"Call me 'sister'!"

"Oh, thank you, Sister Sayuri."

"That's more like it~"

Sawamura Sayuri smiled again, her teasing expression written all over her face, "Makoto, now that you've already examined Ichika, shouldn't you examine someone else next?"

Upon hearing this, many of the girls present blushed.

Fushimi Makoto wasn't going to fall for it. "You're mistaken. I wasn't checking Ichika just now. She accidentally showed her safety shorts when she was spinning around, that's all."

"Okay, okay, I understand what you mean. Just tell me if you want to check." Sawamura Sayuri's lips curled up as she looked at her blushing daughter. "Eriri Spencer Sawamura is wearing safety shorts too, do you want to...?"

"Mom!" Eriri Spencer Sawamura quickly interrupted her mother, embarrassed and annoyed, "I would never show my safety shorts to a boy!"

Sawamura Sayuri smiled and said, "Then how about the adorable Yukino?"

Yukino sighed, seemingly unable to bear it any longer. "Sayuri, please don't drag me into this."

As she spoke, she reached out and pressed down on the hem of her skirt, seemingly to keep someone in check. The gesture, combined with her helpless expression, created an inexplicably adorable effect.

At least that's what Sawamura Sayuri and Fushimi Makoto both think.

"Alright, it's time to start exercising. Everyone, let's not waste any time." Mrs. Yukinoshita adjusted her tennis cap and made the decision.

Sawamura Sayuri, however, paid no attention to her best friend's comment. She deliberately smiled playfully at Fushimi Makoto and said, "My sister is wearing safety shorts too."

Fushimi Makoto: "I don't care whether you're wearing safety shorts or bell-bottoms."

Just kidding, with so many eyes watching, he wasn't going to play along with Sawamura Sayuri's joke.

Besides, even if no one else was around, he knew this beautiful woman would never lift her skirt to show him her safety shorts.

"You come here right now!"

Mrs. Yukinoshita, so she grabbed her best friend and forcibly dragged her away.

After everyone finished warming up on the sidelines, Nakano Ichika stared at Yukino and Utaha and asked, "Have you decided to team up?"

"Yes." Yukino nodded.

Utaha asked with a half-smile, "Isn't this what you've been waiting for? Why are you asking another question now?"

"Huh? How did you know I was expecting this?"

"It was Yukinoshita who guessed; she seems to know you very well."

"Oh dear, I didn't expect to be exposed so quickly~"

Nakano Ichika's playful and adorable appearance makes her look like a cute girl.

But neither Yukino nor Utaha were buying it.

Yukino interrupted them both, "Who goes first?"

"I'll send out our vanguard general first, Eriri Spencer Sawamura." Nakano Ichika waved her hand, and Eriri Spencer Sawamura stepped forward hesitantly.

Utaha was amused by Eriri Spencer Sawamura's appearance. "Why don't you show some backbone? You look like a quail right now, almost trembling with fear."

Eriri Spencer Sawamura blushed, embarrassed and angry, and said, "That's Fushimi! You've seen his explosive power before. You wouldn't be confident either."

"No, I'm very confident. That's the difference between us. Speaking of which..." Utaha smiled, her tone full of teasing. "The way you look right now, completely lacking in confidence, is just like a loser in a comic book, and a blonde loser at that."

"Huh? What are you saying, you fat old hag? I think you're the one who looks like a loser!" Eriri Spencer Sawamura retorted, blushing.

Yukino and Nakano Ichika were both stunned.

"Xia Laofei?"

They all gave subtle smiles.

Nakano Ichika watching Utaha's large drum.

Yukino scanned the area up and down, and finally nodded slightly as if making a comment, looking like she agreed with the nickname "Fatty Kasumi."

Unsurprisingly, Utaha and Eriri Spencer Sawamura started arguing again.

Whether it's "blonde loser" or "Kasumi the fat old woman," both of these nicknames are enough to break your defenses.

Fushimi Makoto had already picked up his tennis racket, his gait exuding an air of superiority that Sasuke. As he entered the court, he asked in a cold tone, "Who goes first?"

"Huh? That's quite an aura, you're obviously a master." Sawamura Sayuri joked.

"I am already a master." Fushimi Makoto paused briefly, as if gathering his emotions, "I will not disgrace my teacher, Ryoma Echizen."

After saying that, he picked up the tennis ball, tossed it lightly, and then unleashed a fierce smash.

Bang!