Anime Crossover: The people the Saniwa knows are all over Japan

Although she didn't understand much, Asuka still memorized the movements.

But isn't tennis all about hitting the ball over the net and preventing it from landing on your court?

So many skills are needed?

As long as the arrow hits the bullseye, it doesn't matter what, right?

Although Ryoma was practicing against the wall, he was also secretly watching what was happening on the other side.

The reason is probably because Asuka's performance was so unexpected.

The idea of ​​being able to perfectly replicate something after just one viewing seems absurd, almost like something that wouldn't exist in the ordinary world.

Actually, this is a world where tennis can kill =U=, Ryoma, who hasn't returned to Japan yet, still doesn't know enough.

However, as he watched, Ryoma couldn't help but think of his cat master, Karupin, who always sided with outsiders.

Although their plumage is different, upon closer inspection, the flying bird and the kalubin seem to have some similarities.

Could it be that they are attracted to each other like cats?

Anyway, he's not going to let Karupin into his bed tonight!

No matter how much I try to be cute and meow, it doesn't work!

Just as Ryoma was lost in thought and his hands were still moving, Nanjiro called his name.

"Ryoma, come and have a match with Asuka."

"Me?" Ryoma pointed to himself, then looked at the girl holding a tennis racket who was staring back at him blankly. "And Asuka?"

His expression is very similar to Karupin's.

"Of course, I can't exactly fight Asuka, can I?" Nanjiro rolled his eyes at him.

"She's only been learning tennis for less than an hour, right?" Ryoma questioned.

Nanjiro shrugged. "But Asuka's comprehension is exceptional, and Mom should be calling us back for dinner soon."

Indeed, it's already lunchtime.

Ryoma silently stood on the court opposite Asuka, holding his racket in both hands.

Truly a quick and easy course.

Asuka fell silent. So, there are many oddballs in the tennis world too?

"One game to decide the winner, Fei Niao girl serves first."

Catching the tennis ball thrown by Nanjiro, Asuka took a deep breath and tossed the ball into the air using the serving method he had been taught.

Ryoma kept a close eye on her movements, not letting his guard down just because she was a novice.

After all, even her father said that Asuka's comprehension was exceptional.

Her serving form was perfect.

Ryoma barely had time to react when the tennis ball flew toward him at an astonishing speed.

He turned and ran to the predicted landing point, intending to return a smash.

Ouch, it's so heavy.

The tennis ball landed on the racket and was not easily returned.

The yellow-green ball was subjected to tremendous force, almost causing Longma to drop his racket.

After a moment of surprise, he chose to return the shot with a slice.

Because the preparation was rather rushed, the angle of the ball returned was not particularly tricky, and the power was not very great.

Asuka has excellent dynamic vision and is very fast. After accurately finding the landing point of the ball, she uses a backhand slice shot according to the movements that Nanjiro just taught her.

The ball flew to Ryoma's feet, forcing him to be unable to counterattack and only able to hit a high ball of average height.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the bird stepped forward and intercepted the attack with great force.

Because she was prepared this time, she used more force than when she served, and the ball flew straight towards the baseline.

"15:0."

In tennis, the server's score comes first. Since Asuka served first, he is considered the server.

"Haha, Fei Niao is pretty good. I only explained the chop shot to you once, and you can play it by yourself."

"He actually figured out the tactics on his own?"

"You little rascal, work hard too!"

Nanjiro, acting as the referee, spoke at length, pointing out the strengths and weaknesses of their game.

Longma retrieved the ball, a slight smile playing on his lips, clearly intrigued.

"Come again."

"0:1, Ryoma Echizen wins."

"Why is Asuka running slower and slower?" Nanjiro asked curiously.

"Ah," Asuka rubbed her stomach, looking miserable, "I'm so hungry."

When I came out with Nanjiro, I was so nervous that I forgot I was hungry.

My stomach started growling halfway through the game; the delayed reaction was particularly severe.