Prince of Tennis: Ryoma's sister in Hyotei

Long Ya paused slightly in her swing of the racket.

The light voice of "I'll give it all to you" seemed to ignite something.

Long Ya began to accept everything and swallow it all.

He could deeply feel the familiar touch of "swallowing" coming from his fingertips.

The familiar tennis ball, the moves that belonged to his sister Long Ge were flowing into his control along with the action of hitting the ball.

But this time the feeling is a little different from usual.

Long Ge's playful smile irritated Long Ya's nerves.

I realized that I had been deceived again.

A fleeting feeling.

I feel the familiar feeling again and again, but the feeling suddenly disappears the next second.

Swallowing again and again, finding myself being deceived again and again.

All are fake.

Long Ya could clearly feel the teasing of her opponent.

No matter how good-tempered he was in front of his sister, he started to act unkindly.

"You're having fun, you little bitch! You can't afford the consequences of offending me."

In this situation, Long Ya could only make some harsh remarks.

Facing the opponents' increasingly powerful style of play.

Familiar moves, familiar feeling.

She is constantly pushing herself to become stronger.

Long Ya can only maintain this balance by constantly devouring Long Ge's moves.

If it doesn't work the first time, try a few more times. There's no tennis ball he can't swallow.

No matter how many illusions there are, they are all in vain.

There will always be loopholes that reveal her true self.

Now Long Ge has shown his determination to fight to the death, in order to win and to put an end to Long Ya's arrogance.

She kept driving her abilities, using them without regard for the consequences.

Her friends were all worried about her.

"Is this really okay?"

Different from the tense atmosphere of my friends.

Long Ge is now in a state of high excitement.

The body seems to move on its own.

The mind is highly concentrated, all senses of the body are maximized, and one is extremely excited.

Sweat dripped down his jawline onto the ground, spreading a small dark patch.

Even the action of raising the hand to wipe was ignored, and all the senses seemed to be stretched tight by invisible threads.

The sound of wind, breathing, and the subtle vibrations from the racket grip.

Even the friction sound of the opponent's sneakers rolling across the court was amplified infinitely.

Feel the adrenaline rush.

It made it impossible for her to concentrate on thinking, but her brain kept issuing an instruction.

That's "win".

Defeat the man opposite.

That power that once required repeated consideration, careful control, and had extremely strange side effects.

At this moment, he is like a wild beast that has broken free from its reins, running wildly.

No hesitation, no stagnation.

As if it were her bones, her nerves, her boiling blood.

Everyone reached the most original consensus at this moment.

There is no need to worry about the cost or calculate the losses, as long as you can defeat the man opposite.

Someone has to do something.

This momentum.

They have already started to deal with me regardless of the cost.

Long Ya's smile froze for a moment, just that moment.

Even the fingers holding the racket tightened unconsciously.

The originally smooth rhythm was suddenly broken.

The tennis balls that were swallowed by him seemed to be infected by the opponent and became arrogant.

"Oh?" Long Ya raised an eyebrow, the indifference in her eyes finally faded a little, "Are you finally serious?"

He was responded with a more fierce attack.

Long Ge's figure on the field was so fast that it almost left an afterimage. Every jump and every turn seemed like he was tearing the air with all his strength.

Long Ya began to deal with this fierce attack seriously, and his steps became more flexible.

The power of the swing is also increasing.

Every counterattack carries a momentum that cannot be underestimated.

Long Ya took advantage of the victory and launched continuous attacks.