I, the son of the wind in the tennis world

Bang!

Bang!

A street course in the Kanagawa area.

At this moment, the two figures are constantly clashing in it.

These are two teenagers about twelve or thirteen years old.

One of the teenagers wore a cap, his angular face had an indescribable sense of sharpness, and with his sword-like eyes, the whole person looked quite domineering.

Compared with the boy in the cap, the boy who fought with him was much more elegant, and the whole person exuded a sense of book anger.

However, although they are not old, the strength of the two is quite strong, and every move reveals a sense of domineering.

The duck-tongued boy is Sanada.

As for the elegant boy, that is, Yukimura.

Like the rest of Japan, the two of them will enter junior high school in a few days.

Bang!

Bang!

One goal, two goals.

On the court, Sanada and Yukimura quickly clashed.

Both Yukimura and Sanada are much stronger than when they competed in elementary school students, which can be seen from the situation in which the two played each other.

This is probably also because of Sanada and Yukimura's outstanding talent!

A month may not improve much for others, but it is different for them, enough for them to step into a new ladder.

Of course!

Perhaps there is another reason.

That was the defeat in the elementary school student competition.

Both Yukimura and Sanada are the kind of people with strong self-esteem, and naturally, if they lose to someone, they will want to get it back.

......

Half an hour later, Sanada and Yukimura stopped and walked out of the court, leaning against the barbed wire fence next to them and wiping the sweat from their foreheads with towels.

After a moment, Yukimura spoke, "It's not long before I enter the middle school!" "

"Yes!"

Sanada's gaze froze slightly.

A figure can't help but appear in my mind.

No two weeks to help.

The one who beat them in the elementary school student competition.

"Is there pressure? Sanada? "

Yukimura asked with a smile at Sanada.

"Yes!"

Sanada did not hide his heart, he did have some pressure.

But Sanada's gaze was full of fighting spirit, and I saw him say in a deep voice: "But more is motivation!" "

"Good!"

Yukimura nodded.

"Work together! Defeat him! "

Sanada looked at Yukimura with trembling intent in his eyes.

"Good!"

Yukimura nodded.

......

At the same time, England thousands of miles away.

Inside a tennis court, five or six white teenagers were panting and kneeling on the ground.

Opposite them, a teenager holding a racket, the boy has curly brown hair, under the curly hair is a handsome face, and the tear mole between his eyebrows adds a bit of charm to him.

At this moment, these teenagers were staring at him viciously.

However, the tear-mole boy did not care at all, he looked at these white teenagers kneeling on the ground like an emperor.

"Don't look at me like this, Uncle Ben just wants to play with you again before leaving!"

Playing before leaving?

These white teenagers obviously don't believe it, and they are tortured to the ground, which is called playing field ball?

This guy clearly came with the heart of abusing him.

And the tear-mole boy obviously saw the anger in these people's hearts, and he stood there and laughed: "Of course! By the way, I will also leave a deep impression on you, after all, I will definitely not be here for the next three years of junior high school! "

Impressed?

Hearing this, these white teenagers were angry.

Really!

Immediately, a white teenager stood up: "Don't be too presumptuous, Keigo Jibe!" "

Saying that, the boy slammed a ball into the boy named Keigo Jibe.

However, Trace didn't even look at it, but just shouted 'Birch Land' softly, and a humble figure appeared in front of Trace and blocked the ball.

Immediately, Jibu stepped forward and said to these white teenagers: "Don't be so angry! After all, I only asked you to play before leaving, you should be honored! "

"Goodbye! Everybody! "

After that, Jibu left with Birch without looking back, leaving these white teenagers with a dashing figure.

Walking out of the court, Jibu looked his head into the sky.

"Japan! Hope you don't let me down! "

After that, Jibu went straight back to the manor where he lived in England.

It's a very large estate, but you can tell from the size.

However, this is also in line with the identity of the Ministry of Traces, as a famous young master of the Trail Foundation in Japan, his life is naturally unimaginable.

"Young Master! Everything is packed and ready to go! "

After the traces returned, an old man came over.

The old man's name is Michael, and he is the housekeeper of the traces and is responsible for the daily life of the traces.

"Good!"

Trace smiled faintly, and then as if thinking of something, he asked towards Michael.

"That's right! Which school did the old man arrange for our country? "

Although he can't look forward to the junior high school life he is about to start, at least he can't be too chilling.

"Tokyo Noble School Ice Emperor Gakuen!"

Noble school?

Trace didn't care what kind of school this so-called Ice Emperor Academy was, but the aristocratic school mentioned by Michael earlier made him slightly satisfied.

Since it is an aristocratic school, it should be quite good and worthy of his status.

"I know!"

Traces nodded.

Soon, a private jet landed in the manor.

This is a medium-sized private jet, but with the strength of the Jibu family, this private jet is undoubtedly a breeze.

The Ministry alone owns a small private jet.

When the plane landed, the trail also sat up.

Then, the plane took off.

Destination: Tokyo, Japan.