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

Chapter 630: The Mysterious Tasta, the Long-Lasting Tennis Game

"Captain, you're here! What's wrong with them?"

When Henry Nobel III saw Kitagawa, he first greeted him warmly, then looked at Akutsu and Yukimura Seiichi on his shoulders with a puzzled look.

"Can't you see? These two are almost asleep, almost snoring."

"Please help carry it for a while. I don't want their saliva dripping on my clothes."

After Kitagawa finished speaking, he swung Akutsu and Yukimura Seiichi hard and threw them towards Henry Nobel III like two heavy sandbags.

Despite the large amplitude of the movement, Akutsu and Yukimura Seiichi, who were still half asleep, did not react at all and remained in a deep sleeping position.

Henry Nobel III caught the two men steadily, but he couldn't help frowning, and his face darkened slightly.

Although Akutsu and Yukimura Seiichi are only first-year junior high school students, after high-intensity physical training, their bodies have become very strong, their muscles have become firm, and their weight is much heavier than their peers.

Although he still looked like a young boy, the heavy weight on his shoulders made Henry Nobel III feel a little tired.

Henry Nobel III sighed helplessly, looking at Alexander Amadeus and Kulalaga Tasta who were resting in the distance, and muttered to himself.

"This game has lasted for more than three hours. I really don't know who will win in the end."

The afternoon sun shone obliquely on the court in Group 2, and the ground was steaming with a slight heat.

As each game ended, the players who had completed their schedules gathered here from all directions.

In the crowd, Tokugawa Kazuya had just taken off his wristband and stuffed it into his sports backpack when he heard Henry Nobel III, not far away, looking at the dugout area and muttering with a hint of emotion and confusion.

"This game has lasted for more than three hours, and I don't know who will win in the end."

Tokugawa Kazuya paused and looked in the direction Henry was looking.

In the lounge area, Alexander Amadeus was sitting on a bench, his slender, powerful fingers gripping a white towel as he wiped the sweat from his neck again and again. Crystal clear water droplets kept rolling down his well-defined jawline.

Kulalaga Tasta sat quietly on the other side, with his head slightly lowered. His black hair covered most of his face. He seemed to be shrouded in shadow, appearing blurry and inconspicuous.

Doubts welled up in Tokugawa Kazuya's heart, and he couldn't help but ask, "Who do you think is stronger?"

After all, Alexander Amadeus is the former captain of the Swiss U-17 team.

On the other hand, Kulalaga Tasta is just an ordinary team member.

Even if other people in the team say that the two are equally matched.

But Tokugawa Kazuya still felt that Alexander Amadeus was one step ahead. Otherwise, how could a strong man be willing to be someone else's subordinate?

However, Henry Nobel III shook his head unexpectedly. His eyes were fixed on the back of Kulalaga Tasta, his eyes flashing with excitement and anticipation, and he spoke in a firm tone.

"Don't underestimate Tasta's low profile, but he really could defeat the former commander!"

"Although I've never seen him use his special moves, every time I train with him, I can keenly feel that he is like a dormant volcano that may erupt at any time. Once it erupts..."

Henry deliberately prolonged the ending of his tone, "I'm afraid even Amadeus will have to be extremely alert to deal with it."

When Tokugawa Kazuya heard this, his brows furrowed instantly. He was about to open his mouth to refute when a smiling voice suddenly interrupted him.

Beichuan walked up to the crowd at some point. He put his hands in his trouser pockets, a mysterious smile on his lips, and spoke softly.

"If I tell you that this match was Tasta sparring with Senior Amadeus, would you believe me?"

As soon as these words came out, the whispers around them suddenly stopped, and everyone turned their eyes to Beichuan.

Even Henry Nobel III, who had just praised Kulalaga Tasta, widened his eyes and almost dropped the mineral water bottle in his hand.

Just when the atmosphere became a little stagnant, Akutsu, who was originally sleeping on the shoulder of Henry Nobel III, hummed in a daze and rubbed his head against Henry's shoulder.

Then, he and Yukimura Seiichi slowly opened their eyes, and with their still sleepy gazes, they followed the crowd's line of sight and looked towards the rest area of ​​the stadium.

In the dugout, Alexander Amadeus was holding a racket, tapping his palm lightly again and again, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, as if he was thinking about the tactics for the second half;

Kulalaga Tasta carried the racket on his shoulder, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the metal frame. Although there was a distance of about three meters between the two, it seemed like they were engaged in a silent contest, and the air seemed to be filled with an invisible tension.

After just a few minutes of rest, the obvious fatigue on their bodies disappeared without a trace, and they were like fully charged machines, full of energy and ready to go.

"They were testing each other."

Beichuan crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes moving back and forth between the two of them, explaining slowly.

"Senior Amadeus feels that Senior Tasta is a hidden talent. Furthermore, he is extremely confident in his own special moves, so he has been reluctant to use them until now."

"As for Senior Tasta..."

Beichuan paused for a moment.

"He was worried that defeating his former captain would affect the team's morale, as they still had the U-17 World Cup to play."

"However, judging by the current situation..."

Before he finished speaking, the referee's sharp whistle was heard in the distance. Alexander Amadeus and Kularaja Tasta stood up from the bench almost at the same time. The fighting spirit burning in their eyes made the air around them seem to become scorching hot.

Beichuan's explanation caused the people around him to gasp in surprise.

Yukimura Seiichi stared at Kulalaga Tasta's back, his Adam's apple moving as he asked in confusion, "By the way, what exactly is Tasta-senpai's special move?"

"I feel like he's not just mysterious."

"Not only is he silent every day, but sometimes he's even subconsciously ignored by others. Sometimes I even wonder if he doesn't exist in this world."

Yukimura Seiichi's words resonated with many people around him.