N-A-A Chapter 134 I heard you've never been defeated. Are you afraid of the dark?
Chapter 134 I heard you've never been defeated. Are you afraid of the dark?
Chapter 134 I heard you've never been defeated, so are you afraid of the dark?
The sight of Natsume Tsukiya stumbling and falling made everyone realize that he had been deprived of his five senses by that "Child of God" classmate from Rikkai University.
The reversal came so suddenly that everyone was finding it hard to accept.
Natsume Tsuki finally managed to get into position in the backcourt.
The referee was also bewildered, but time was of the essence. Hearing everyone in the stadium saying it was because the Rikkai player had used a special technique, he could only announce: "The match between Hyotei Academy and Rikkai Affiliated Junior High School in singles match 3 now begins, Rikkai's Yukimura serving!"
Yukimura Seiichi dribbled the ball repeatedly, thinking to himself, "Rikkai's three-peat is unstoppable. Others may lose, but I, Yukimura Seiichi, cannot!"
He suddenly looked up, stopped dribbling the ball, and looked at Natsume Tsukiya across from him, who was as empty as a puppet. In the soft light, his eyes were filled with a cold color.
"call out!"
Yukimura Seiichi tossed the tennis ball into the air, "Thwack!"
A crisp sound, a clean and crisp swing.
The impact was completely different from everyone else's, instantly giving everyone a jolt and prompting them to secretly praise it.
After serving, Yukimura Seiichi immediately relaxed, making no attempt to receive the ball. "The opponent probably can't even hear me right now..."
'
The subtext is, how can we possibly retaliate?
"That Yukimura is really confident in his special skills."
Many people have expressed this sentiment.
"You're really something, being able to deprive your opponent of all five senses without even playing ball."
Just as Yukimura lowered his arm, anticipating the next shot, a voice seemed to ring in his ear.
Yukimura Seiichi was taken aback, his eyes widening in surprise.
The terrifying thing about this sound is that others cannot hear it.
It was as if the sound had traveled through the earphones to Yukimura Seiichi's ears, and he broke out in a cold sweat.
On the other side, there was a loud thud, but it wasn't a sound effect like headphones; it was more like a racket hitting a tennis ball in the water.
Yukimura Seiichi and everyone else witnessed this scene: Natsume Tsukiya caught the ball, but he seemed oblivious to it, catching it by accident.
The ball traveled at an extremely slow speed, seemingly without any force, as it flew towards Yukimura Seiichi's court.
Everyone was stunned. Although Natsume Tsuki also caught it, that ball was just too strange. Even a three-year-old child would have been stronger than that. It was practically a free win.
Yukimura Seiichi was naturally unafraid of this shot. He simply scanned the entire field and realized that it seemed that only he had heard that sentence just now.
He sprang into action, and as he ran, he began to wonder if what he had just witnessed was a hallucination...
"Bang!"
The tennis ball landed on his racket, but immediately made a clicking sound.
It turned out that the racket's string had been torn apart by a powerful force.
I felt the force in my arm getting heavier and heavier.
"How... is this possible?"
Yukimura Seiichi found it unbelievable. First, that shot looked like something a three-year-old could hit:
Secondly, relying on their strength, they are almost never unable to retaliate in fights between middle school students.
However, this ball was too heavy, seemingly reaching the limit that the human skeleton in the universe could withstand.
"Clatter!"
The racket in his hand flew out of his hand.
"What happened?"
"What happened?"
Everyone exclaimed "Oh!" and craned their necks to look intently at the center of the arena.
The changes were too rapid, catching people off guard.
Renji Yanagi: "Yukimura, his racket got knocked away?"
The Rikkai University strategist spoke with a tone of doubt and disbelief.
"Does the strategist mean that Yukimura couldn't catch that ball?" Jackal Kuwabara was greatly shocked.
Genichiro Sanada's brows furrowed. "That ball didn't look like it was impossible to catch."
Marui Bunta: "What on earth is that guy from Hyotei doing?"
—Others.
Eiji Kikumaru: "Wasn't he deprived of his five senses? How come he can still hit shots that even Seiichi Yukimura couldn't catch?"
Fuji Syusuke: "Natsume Tsuki is no ordinary player. Even though he has been deprived of his five senses, he cannot be judged as an ordinary player."
Shuichiro Oishi: "Is Yukimura still too confident in his ability to deprive himself of his five senses?"
Everyone sighed with emotion.
Yukimura Seiichi stared in disbelief at his hand, which was so numb that the muscles were trembling.
"Zero to fifteen!"
The referee's voice awakened Yukimura Seiichi; perhaps Natsume Tsuki was never actually deprived of his five senses?
Even with his racket being knocked away, Yukimura Seiichi didn't think he would lose the match.
"Tap tap tap!"
He started serving again.
"Bang!"
This shot was even faster.
After hitting the ball, Yukimura Seiichi did not turn around with the same confidence as before. Instead, he focused intently on his opponent, ready to counterattack at any moment.
"Bang!"
Seeing the moment Natsume Tsukiya's racket touched the tennis ball, and then hearing the sound, Yukimura Seiichi made a conclusion: "As expected, that was definitely not a coincidence."
'
'
However, he immediately realized that the ball was still moving slowly, as if it were flying in water, with huge resistance all around it.
It seems that anyone could easily fight back.
Yukimura Seiichi moved swiftly and positioned himself at the net early on, waiting for the ball to make its difficult leap.
Everyone could see that Yukimura Seiichi was ready.
"I could have done that too."
"Exactly!"
People started saying things like, "I can do it too."
Finally, the ball crossed the net, and Yukimura Seiichi's pupils dilated.
He swung the racket backwards, "What?"
In an instant, Yukimura Seiichi looked at his arm and immediately realized that his racket, which he had been holding back with force, was difficult to swing forward. It was as if there was an invisible wall in front of him, like a strong wind or a flowing river, with tremendous resistance.
This caused Yukimura Seiichi's arm swing to be several times slower than the ball's trajectory, making it appear to outsiders as if the scene had been slowed down several times.
Are you afraid of the dark?
Natsume Tsukiya's voice rang in my ears again.
Yukimura Seiichi was taken aback.
"Who says you can't have nightmares during the day?!"
"A nightmare?!"
His pupils trembled. Yukimura Seiichi knew all too well what a nightmare was. That feeling of knowing something was pressing down on you, struggling, and being able to push it away with just a tiny bit—just a tiny bit—was suffocating.
When he was tormented by illness, he often felt a crushing, powerless sensation, which is so similar to the scene before him now.
There was clearly nothing in the air, but my arm just wouldn't move forward even half a step.
terrible! ! !
"Natsume Tsukiya?!"
Yukimura Seiichi's lips twitched, but could he not even make a sound?
Yukimura Seiichi was horrified to discover that his voice seemed to be encased in some kind of bubble, lacking the echo of a spacious room, and only containing a powerless struggle in a dreamlike state...
"Snapped!"
With a loud bang, it was as if a dam holding up a riverbank had suddenly been breached by a flood, or as if one had finally woken up from a dream, and the refreshing feeling of air rushing into the throat and lungs instantly swept through the nerves.
Everything that just happened, everything that just happened, was so real, yet so dreamlike.
To the point that Yukimura Seiichi couldn't tell, really couldn't tell, what state he was in right now...
"Zero to thirty!"
"Clatter!"
Yukimura Seiichi's racket hit the ground, and he immediately knelt down, panting heavily as if he had just surfaced from the bottom of the water and desperately needed a lot of air.
"What's wrong?"
"Yes, what exactly happened?"
People outside the venue started whispering among themselves, completely clueless about what had happened.
All we saw was Yukimura Seiichi letting that ball slip by for nothing.
Miss Shizuka snapped photos, then asked in confusion, "Inoue-senpai, what exactly happened?"
Inoue Mamoru himself was shocked and could no longer explain himself clearly. He stammered for a long time without being able to make sense of it.
Mizuki Hajime concealed the shock in his eyes, tucked his hair behind his ear, and said, "That Yukimura must have been affected by Natsume Tsukiya's skill, which is similar to depriving him of his five senses."
"What?"
Yuuta Fuji exclaimed in shock, "Mitsuki, are you saying that Tsukiya Natsume also used that terrible skill on Seiichi Yukimura?"
Guan Yuechu spread his hands: "Otherwise, there is no way to explain why, when that ball was right in front of him, the captain of Rikkai University seemed to have been slowed down and let that ball pass him by."
This explanation quickly spread among the crowd.
"Yukimura-kun, are you alright?"
The referee is concerned.
"I'm fine."
"Then, please start the next ball quickly."
"good!"
Yukimura Seiichi stood up and walked towards the bottom line.
Natsume Tsuki on the other side was still in a daze.
This made Yukimura Seiichi feel a little better. "He must have been sending me a signal through some kind of skill, which only I could hear, proving that the deprivation of the five senses is still effective."
Yukimura Seiichi dribbled the ball while making guesses.
"Bang!"
This shot was even faster.
"Bang!"
The other person still replied in a crooked and shaky manner.
"It's happening again..."
'
Yukimura Seiichi immediately fell back into that state.
"Snapped!"
"Zero to forty!"
He broke free, knelt on the ground, and gasped for breath.
"Yukimura was actually manipulated by that guy?"
Genichiro Sanada's eyes were filled with disbelief.
"Are we going to be broken?" Niou Masaharu squinted.
At that moment, a single thought flashed through the minds of everyone at Rikkai: "A shutout?!"
Without prior arrangement, everyone at Rikkai University was startled and looked at Yukimura Seiichi as if struck by lightning.
Genichiro Sanada wanted to speak, but when the words reached his lips, he found himself unable to utter a sound.
"6
Game 1, Hyotei Natsume Tsukiya, score 0-1!
The referee gave the whistle.
"We lost our service game." A feeling of disdain welled up in Shiraishi Kuranosuke's heart, and he couldn't help but want to curse Yukimura Seiichi.
Although he claims to be the Bible, he is not a saint.
Rather, he is an exceptionally dedicated player who hones his tedious skills in pursuit of victory.
That golden left hand is meant to be used in the most crucial moments.
Unexpectedly, Natsume Tsukiya shattered all his hopes of the past years.
Shiraishi Kuranosuke naturally harbored resentment, believing he had a score to settle with Natsume Tsukiya.
Therefore, he had high hopes for Yukimura Seiichi.
As long as we see Natsume Tsuki lose, that's enough.
Yukimura Seiichi surprisingly lost his serve.
Shiraishi Kuranosuke was more indignant than anyone else.
"That Rikkai University leader is still sick."
Only Kintaro Toyama remained cheerful as always, pointing at Seiichi Yukimura in the center of the field and asking him a question.
Qian Sui Qian Li: "Xiao Jin, that's the man I told you about, the number one ranked man. No matter what skill you have, it's useless in front of him."
"So, was his deprivation of his five senses an act?" Kenya Oshitari looked into the arena.
Everyone looked over and saw that Natsume Tsukiya's eyes had become clear, and his whole demeanor was bright and cheerful, clearly completely different from his previous blank expression.
"That guy... could it be that he wasn't affected by my sensory deprivation technique at all?"
Yukimura Seiichi was deeply shocked.
"What happened?"
"He actually came to his senses on his own?"
"Or was he doing it on purpose?"
The scene outside was bustling with excitement.
"Very good, everyone is satisfied with this round."
After switching sides, Shintaro's expression remained solemn, but he couldn't hide the joy in his eyes.
Yukimura Seiichi, still puzzled, walked to the other side.
"I heard you're undefeated?"
Natsume Tsuki also patted the tennis ball, held it, and said, "What a coincidence, I'm also undefeated!"
Yukimura Seiichi frowned.
"Never lost a single battle" refers to a large margin of victory.
At that moment, he understood that when Natsume Tsukiya said he had never been defeated, he meant by a narrow margin...
"Well then, I'm going to serve."
As soon as Natsume Tsukiya finished speaking, Yukimura Seiichi had already regained his composure and was ready to concentrate fully on receiving Natsume Tsukiya's serve.
"Is it a high-speed serve?"
"Yeah?"
"It's a high-speed serve, isn't it?"
"ACE ball."
Outside the court, a huge crowd, their eyes sparkling, eagerly awaited Natsume Tsukiya's high-speed serve.
It's worth noting that Mamoru Inoue, in his monthly magazine dedicated to youth tennis, talked at length about Tsukiya Natsume's serve, describing it as miraculous and calling him the best serveer among junior high school students.
If he wants to score a point through his serve, then no one can stop him.
In fact, Mamoru Inoue had no idea whether this was true or not, but it would sell well, and Tsukiya Natsume's serve was indeed powerful.
This has led to many people idolizing Natsume Tsuki.
They talked about Natsume Tsukiya all day long, both in and out of class, before and after class.
Now it's his turn to serve.
How could these fans, who came specifically for him, not be excited?
The noise was so loud that even the Rikkai team were secretly fighting back: "Yukimura, you absolutely have to catch that guy's serve!"
"We absolutely cannot lose!"
Natsume Tsuki also threw his tennis ball into the air.
"Bang!"
A ball was launched, but it didn't seem to be very fast.
"This isn't a high-speed serve." Inui Sadaharu pushed up his glasses and, along with data experts like Yanagi Renji, instantly made the judgment.
"However!" Inui Sadaharu frowned.
Satoshi Horio: "What's wrong, Inui-senpai?"
Fuji Syusuke: "You can't receive the serve before it hits the ground."
Many people were familiar with Natsume Tsukiya's personality, so they looked towards the center of the arena.
"!"
The ball hit Yukimura Seiichi's feet.
"call!"
It trembled slightly, like a python shaking its scales.
"It has stopped!"
'
Did the ball stop moving after that?
This scene left everyone speechless.