Prince of Tennis: Advent of Hyotei!

"Is this the U17 training base? It looks so strict."

“The equipment is all brand new, and there are a lot of venues.”

"It is said that a group of people are eliminated every week, and many people may not be able to last three days."

“Rather than a training base, it’s more of a place to train world-class tennis elites.”

"..."

Inui Sadaharu told him all the information he had learned.

At this moment, looking at the high school students training, I no longer feel so elated.

"Everyone, put down what you are doing for a moment."

Suddenly, a slightly majestic voice came from above.

On the balcony above the center of the stadium, a middle-aged young man with long hair, wearing a white suit with a blue lining, walked out with a megaphone in his hand.

"Nice to meet you. During the time when the head coach is away, I, the strategic coach Kurobe, will guide you."

"As you know, this training camp will consist of 246 high school students and 50 selected junior high school students."

"Twenty people?"

When these words were spoken, all the junior high school students became confused.

They gathered together, but there were more than just that few people.

"So, from now on, whether you are in middle school or high school, you must learn from each other."

“We strive to improve the level of the U17s.”

"but……"

Suddenly, Kurobe changed the subject and said in a deep voice: "The head coach thinks that nearly 300 people are still too many."

"Therefore, 250 balls will be thrown. Those who fail to pick up the balls, please leave the training ground immediately."

At this time, an airplane flew in the sky and dropped a large number of tennis balls from the air.

This action immediately caused confusion among the high school students present.

"Really...really fake?!"

"Stop joking, huh?"

"Stop talking so much! Pick up the ball quickly, I don't want to be eliminated!"

Soon, the high school students reacted and realized that they couldn't slow down any longer.

"I say, what are you still hesitating about? Huh?"

Suddenly, a familiar voice was heard from the sky.

I saw Atobe descending with a parachute on his back, and he quickly intercepted several balls while in the air.

"Hey, hey, hey, you can't be so slow!"

"Everyone, take action!"

Ye Shifeng's voice came from the other side, also in an airborne posture.

While landing, he dodged and ignored those high school students, easily scoring more than a dozen goals.

"It's the minister!"

Seeing this, Hiyoshi immediately became excited.

Unwilling to admit defeat, he quickly stepped forward to grab the tennis ball.

After reacting, Yukimura, Sanada, Shiraishi, Kintaro and others all moved quickly to grab the tennis ball.

Soon, all junior high school students had at least one.

Some even took dozens of tennis balls.

"This way of debuting is really in line with Hyotei's style."

Yukimura couldn't help but complain.

"It's really lax to just focus on bells and whistles."

Sanada also looked in the direction of Atobe.

"It's really worthy of them both."

Bai Shi smiled slightly.

"Hey! Big Brother White Hair has changed!"

"So cool! I want to fight the pink brother!"

Kintaro was so excited that he quickly ran forward.

"Sure enough, I should have thought that these two people would not appear in the usual way."

"They are the only ones who can do this, right?"

"..."

At this time, the junior high school students were reminiscing about the past.

In the monitoring room on the second floor, Kurobe was looking at dozens of cameras locked on to the scene from different angles.

"It seems that the junior high school students have found the ball."

"Well, let me briefly explain the arrangements for the training camp."

A voice came from the radio.

"Here, venues 1 to 16 are allocated based on strength."

“The smaller the number, the stronger the strength.”

“As coaches, we will select several groups of players for random alternating matches before each day’s practice.”

“Winners rise, losers fall.”

The voice paused for a moment.

Then, he spoke again.

"The high school students who didn't pick up the ball, as I just said, please leave immediately."

"complete."

When the decision was announced, all the high school students were excited.

His face was full of resentment and dissatisfaction.

"Stop joking, you little brats!"

"How can one person hold so many balls?"

A high school student with a golden haircut and a somewhat irritable look stood up and accused everyone.

"Didn't they say that each person can only take one?"

Shiraishi glanced.

"So, whoever gets it is the winner, right?"

Kintaro also said with disdain.

"Hahahahaha!"

"What a pity! You should go home quickly!"

Chiye laughed excitedly and proudly.

"Is it worth being arrogant to be lucky enough to pick up the ball?"

Another high school student stood up and said with contempt.

"That's right, but this doesn't mean that you are strong enough to stay."

"Let's decide the outcome with tennis."

The golden retriever high school student is full of confidence.

"You really refuse to admit defeat."

Inui Sadaharu was in the crowd, silently complaining.

"Oi——"

"You who wears glasses over there, put your tennis ball in there and let's have a showdown!"

The golden-haired high school student swung his racket toward the crowd of junior high school students.

"Ok?"

"Are you talking about me?"

Kimetsu Eishiro made a move to step forward.

"No, it should be me."

Yagyu Hiroshi pushed his glasses, very confident.

"As for the glasses, it should be me, right?"

Oshitari also had the idea of ​​fighting.

But he suddenly found that everyone was looking at him in confusion.

"Ah?"

Only then did he realize that his glasses had disappeared.

"It's fun to wear glasses occasionally."

"Right, Birchland?"

Atobe's voice came faintly.

Huadi: “Yes.”

"what are you talking about?"

"You're not the only one who wears glasses."

Ye Shifeng pushed the middle frame of his glasses with his middle finger, his eyes teasing.

"A Feng, what are your glasses?"

Jiro's face was full of confusion.

"That's my little Ji!"

Oshitari suddenly discovered that what Ye Shifeng was wearing was actually his other spare pair of glasses!

He would give each pair of glasses a name and make special marks on them.

"I say, why don't we just get started?"

At this moment, Ryoma Echizen was already standing on the court with a racket in his hand.

For various reasons, he did not go to the United States to play games, but stayed in Japan.

He was also looking forward to what would happen during this training camp.

"Little devil, get out of my way."

The golden-haired high school student looked down upon the diminutive Ryoma.

He pointed directly at Ye Shifeng who was standing beside him.

"you are you!"

"Of the guys who just parachuted down, you are the most arrogant one."

"If I defeat you, these little devils will be very obedient, right?"

After hearing this, all the junior high school students fell silent.

She looked at him with an expression that was almost pity.

This sight made the golden-haired high school student's hair stand on end, and he had a bad premonition.

He quickly turned and pointed at Ryoma.

"Since you don't know what's good for you, I'll start with you, little brat!"

Just then, a high school student wearing a hat came over.

"Sasabe, leave it to me."

The golden-haired high school student looked back.

"Matsudaira?"

When he saw who was coming, he immediately lost his temper.

He gave up his position in this game very decisively.