Make Akutsu Jin Cry At the Start

Chapter 31 The shock of the u17 head coach!

9:00.

At Ueno Tennis Park, Tokyo, the National Youth Tennis Competition has officially started.

All the contestants entered their respective arenas.

Senyu Shinji, Akutsu, Tezuka, Fuji entered the singles arena.

Kikumaru Eiji, Oishi Syuichirou, Inui Sadaharu, Ishida Tetsu, Maeda Toshihito, and Sakurai Nozomi form doubles.

Kawamura Takashi was temporarily unable to compete due to an arm injury, so he did not participate.

This tennis match, which brought together the whole of Japan from 12 to 15 years old, attracted a lot of people’s attention.

The game went into a fever from the beginning.

A large number of national three graduates showed amazing strength.

Among them, there are many national players.

Even the weakest one is a Kanto player.

Both skills and strength are far better than ordinary middle school students.

“Oh, Kurobe, it’s rare that you would take the initiative to call me out, it’s really rare!”

After half an hour of the game, a tall gentle man in a white coat arrived late.

Beside him, a grim man in a black suit stared at the stadium intently.

The two are Saitō Itaru and Yukio Kurobe, one of the three head coaches of Japan U17 training camp.

“I heard from Zu Zhi that you are more concerned about some people in this game.”

Smiling, Saitō Itaru said.

“It’s not the same with you.”

Kurobe Yukio said indifferently, “I think you are paying attention to Tsukimitsu Ochi, who once commanded the Hyotei Corps to enter the national competition!”

“With all due respect, Tsukimitsu Ochi has a lot of potential, but it is far behind the overlord Makinofuji.”

“Makinofuji has three teenagers who have qualified for the training camp.”

“Oh oh oh!”

Facing Kurobe’s skeptical gaze, Saito not only didn’t feel embarrassed at all, but on the contrary, the smile on his face increased.

In many courts, he saw Tsukimitsu Ochi with 100% of serve’s hit rate at a glance.

But in a blink of an eye, he looked at another place in less than a minute.

It was an elegant young man who also wore white clothes and had black hair and black eyes.

In terms of style, Saitō Itaru is very similar to him.

“what?”

On the side, Kurobe Yukio also saw a few unique figures.

“That is… the state of no-self?”

What?

Kurobe’s words directly moved Saito’s gaze away from the white-clothed boy.

In court No. 9, a serious young man with gold-rimmed glasses and short dark brown hair released a milky white light all over his body.

The national three graduate opposite him couldn’t even fight back.

Immediately afterwards, Kurobe Yukio frowned, with a look of shock on his face.

Look around.

I don’t know when, a group of 12-year-old National One students appeared in the entire tennis park.

Among them, the teenagers with white clothes and black pupils, the teenagers with golden silk frame, and the white-haired teenagers are the most eye-catching.

“Saito, I remember you read the list of contests.”

“Do you know something?”

Kurobe Yukio looked straight at Saitō Itaru, his eyes full of unpleasantness.

Saitō Itaru was also a little helpless, shook his head, and said with a wry smile: “I really didn’t come just for Tsukimitsu Ochi.”

“One month ago, in the National Primary School Competition, a 12-year-old boy named Senyu Shinji won the championship.”

“And Senyu Shinji is the heir to the Senyu consortium, and it is said that he has an absolute sense of ball.”

“Even his coach, Ichiro Mishima, is full of praise.”

Hearing this, Kurobe’s pupils instantly dilated and contracted.

Ichiro Mishima, a former professional player ranked 148th in the world, nicknamed: Attacking Meteor.

Few people in Japan can match him.

Even the young man praised by Mishima Ichiro must have something unknown.

“I don’t know the remaining few young people in the country.”

“It can be heard that Tamamo-mae Gakuen under the Senyu family has sent invitations to many elementary school students.”

“Probably they are the teammates selected by Senyu Shinji!”

Immediately afterwards, Saitō Itaru added another sentence.

Following Saitō Itaru’s instructions, Kurobe Yukio’s gaze also fell on the white-clothed, black-haired boy on the court.

The seemingly mediocre skills, in fact, has a strong foundation in tennis, which can be called a textbook model.

No wonder that even the third grade graduate with Kanto-level strength could not show him a trace.

At this moment, Kurobe Yukio’s eyes flickered.

“At the age of 12, there is no less than national strength.”

To some extent, Senyu Shinji’s talent far exceeds Tsukimitsu Ochi and Byōdōin Hōō.

If we say, Byōdōin Hōō’s domineering style and strong strength make Kurobe feel that he can lead U17 to a higher peak.

Senyu Shinji’s extraordinary figure in front of him made him more convinced of the arrival of Japan’s golden generation.

“It looks like this competition is even more interesting.”

After looking closely, the corners of Saitō Itaru’s mouth curled up.

In addition to Senyu Shinji, there is also a national-level teenager on the field, a half-step national-level teenager.

In the entire court, apart from the Makinofuji Big Three and Tsukimitsu Ochi, there are probably few people who can prevent a lifetime attack in these countries. *