Prince of Tennis: A tennis legend that started from signing in

Chapter 575: It is foolish not to use one’s abilities, return to training camp

"What if you only have the ability to devour?"

"Would you still choose not to use it at that time?"

After Kitagawa said those words, Echizen Ryuga felt even more confused.

After a moment's silence, he couldn't help but ask another question.

His voice was a little low, as if filled with endless confusion, and he seemed particularly lonely in this noisy airport hall.

"Yes, of course we should use it."

Kitagawa answered without hesitation, "Why not use it?"

He looked at Echizen Ryuga, his eyes full of confusion, "The reason why I don't use it is because my strength is enough to deal with the opponent."

As he spoke, he puffed out his chest confidently, "But if this is my only skill."

He paused, emphasizing, "Then why should I face my opponent with my hands tied?"

His tone was full of matter-of-factness. "This isn't a question of what's happening in junior high school."

He shook his head slightly, a helpless smile on his face, "This is pure idiocy."

Just as Echizen Ryoma looked up at Kitagawa, Kitagawa had already walked towards the gate as soon as he finished speaking.

His steps were firm and powerful, as if telling Echizen Ryuga that his decision would not change.

Echizen Ryoma looked at Kitagawa's receding back, and at that moment, he could no longer see through Kitagawa.

[What a strange and mysterious little brat...]

Echizen Ryuya looked strange and muttered a few words.

His eyes were filled with complex emotions, including doubt, confusion, and a hint of admiration for Beichuan.

[Why do I feel like the other person has seen through me for a long time? ]

He kept asking himself, "But I still haven't told him that his ability is the unique skill of Devouring. When he exploited my bug before, he probably just thought it was a special kind of imitation."

His thoughts were in turmoil, as if he were caught in an unsolvable mystery. [......]

He just stood there blankly. People around him were still coming and going, but he seemed to be in another world.

Let’s put aside for now all the things that happened before.

Time passed quietly, and a few hours passed by silently like sand falling quietly in an hourglass.

The members of the Swiss U-17 team also boarded the return flight in an orderly manner.

The plane glided steadily across the runway, and then like an eagle that had been accumulating strength for a long time, it roared into the blue sky and flew straight towards the Swiss U-17 training camp.

Inside the aircraft cabin, the team members were in various postures. Some leaned back in their seats with their eyes closed, trying to rest their tired bodies and minds during this short flight.

Some were talking in low voices in groups of three or four, one talking at a time.

The lights in the cabin were soft, shining on everyone's slightly tired but expectant faces. The leather of the seats shone with a faint luster under the light, and the aircraft engine continued to emit a low and regular hum, as if humming softly for their return journey.

Wait until after returning to the Swiss U-17 training camp.

Not long after, Beichuan's tall and straight figure appeared in front of the coach's office.

He raised his hand and knocked lightly on the door with his knuckles. After receiving a response from inside, he gently turned the doorknob, pushed the door open and walked in.

At this moment, the office is filled with a faint scent of tea, and the rising hot steam adds a leisurely atmosphere to the entire space.

Mifune Nyudo and Qin Onokieha were sitting opposite each other, and on the table between them was placed a set of simple and elegant tea sets. The teapot was dark brown, and the texture on the body of the teapot was clear, as if telling the story of time.

Wisps of hot steam continuously emerged from the spout of the kettle, forming a hazy mist in the air.

On the chessboard in front of them, black and white chess pieces were intertwined, the situation was at a stalemate, and both sides seemed to be racking their brains for the next move.

"came back?"

Mifune Nyudo heard the door open and slowly raised his head, a gentle smile on his face. He put down the chess piece he was about to place and asked Kitagawa kindly in a gentle and concerned tone, "Did the journey go smoothly?"

The sound was like a spring breeze, gently blowing through people's hearts.

Qin Onokiyiha, who was sitting next to him, lit up his eyes instantly when he saw Beichuan coming in, as if he saw a ray of light in the darkness, and he became energetic.

He was busy winking at Beichuan, his face full of expression, as if shouting, "Hurry up, come and help me get out of this unfavorable chess game!"

"It went pretty well."

Kitagawa's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint, just-right smile, and responded, "I didn't expect you to stay here for so long, Mifune-senpai."

As he spoke, he naturally walked to the tea set and took the teapot with skillful and smooth movements.

He tilted the pot slightly, and the steaming tea fell into the cup precisely like a silver thread, making a slight "sizzling" sound.

Then, his eyes fell on the chessboard. After a brief thought for a few seconds, he reached out and picked up a chess piece, and helped Qin Onokiya make the next move very smoothly.

This seemingly random move was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly breaking the original balance of the game.

Mifune Nyudo, who had originally had the upper hand in the game and was on the verge of victory, suddenly suffered a reversal of the situation and instantly fell into a passive position.

When Qin Onokiyiha saw this dramatic change, his tense shoulders suddenly relaxed and he breathed a long sigh of relief, as if a huge stone in his heart had finally fallen to the ground.

To be honest, he has not been exposed to chess for a long time.

Although he was experienced and wise, and Mifune Nyudo was not a master of shogi, he was still suppressed by Mifune Nyudo in the previous game and was defeated.

Of course, Qin Onokyiha's current life is by no means idle.

On the contrary, his desk was piled high with various documents, and each page was densely covered with handwriting, as if silently telling of his busyness.

However, most of these tasks can only be carried out after all the players of the Swiss U-17 team return.

This gave him a short buffer period, allowing him to take a break and catch his breath in this busy work pace.