The Prince of Tennis

"You kid eat slowly! I haven't eaten yet!" Minajiro tapped Fujimine's hand with his chopsticks dissatisfied.

Fujimine didn't care. With the strength of his hand, he suddenly loosened the chopsticks with his right hand, and closed his left hand with the flexed fingers. With a copy, he copied the chopsticks in his hand, and continued to open the chopsticks without stopping. A plate of meat.Fujimine's muscle control has been refined. Although his preferred wrist is the right hand, he can actually control his muscles very well whether he uses his left or right hands.

"Oh, second-hand style, not bad!" Nanjiro praised, he didn't care if Fujimine made the second-hand style or not, anyway, according to his habitual name for two-handed play, no one can say wrong.Minami Jiro is the inventor of the second sword style style of play, and has great experience in two-handed play.Although they were not playing tennis at this time, the two held chopsticks in their hands.

Nanjiro pushed the two chopsticks out at a 90-degree right angle, squeezed his fingers inward, and the cross formed by the chopsticks on the ground turned and turned, so wonderful that it got stuck in the gap between the chopsticks opened by Fujimine. .If the chopsticks can't close, they can't hold things naturally.

Fujimine's eyes narrowed. Although he didn't know why Minajiro insisted on competing with him for a piece of meat, after the fighting spirit aroused by the Tokyo Metropolitan Convention and the battle with Kiriba, he unexpectedly had no intentions. Give up, must compete with Minami Jiro.

Chopsticks are nothing more than two thin wooden sticks. There are too many places to flicker and move. It can be said that it is difficult to accurately hold it and prevent it from closing.But the timing of Minami Jiro's shot was so wonderful that it was exactly stuck between the stress points of Fujimine's chopsticks, and Fujimine's chopsticks could not be closed.

Fujimine was naturally not afraid of this method. He pressed his thumb on the end of the chopsticks, and the chopsticks on the inner side immediately rose up. Following the shaking of Fujimine's index finger placed in the middle of the chopsticks, the upturned chopsticks kept shaking.The extremely rapid tremor suddenly destroyed the unstable cross shape of the chopsticks in Minajiro's hand, and the copper and iron walls that held Fujimine's chopsticks no longer exist.

Fujimine's hand is extremely clever. The chopsticks in his hand are trembling, and he can use the vibrating force to instantly return the chopsticks to their original position, and stretch out to the plate again to pick up vegetables.But Nanjiro's chopsticks were completely shaken by Fujimine, and it was not a matter of time to reset it.If you reset the chopsticks with a normal method, then it must be much slower than the non-stop Fujimine. Maybe when he stops again, Fujimine has already caught the second piece of meat.

"Huh, boy, you have a good hand!" Minami Jiro snorted softly, staring sharply, and sneered at the corner of his mouth: "But I will show you today, why is the master called a samurai from Japan? !"

Seeing Nanjiro's fingers hooked and picked, he brought the chopsticks in his hand that had been shaken apart and made a mistake. He turned it upside down, and held the chopsticks with the mouth of the tiger, pointed the knuckle of the index finger forward, and carried this one. The chopsticks he held back quickly went out.The shape of Minajiro's chopsticks is exactly the standard Japanese samurai's sword-drawing technique.

In Japanese Bushido, sword drawing is a very explosive martial art technique.This move uses a special method of holding the knife and the strength of the force, which can release the knife at an extremely fast speed, and with the help of the force of the gyration, the knife is returned to the sheath at the same fast speed.

Of course, Nanjiro doesn't know how to draw swords. He still uses tennis skills, and even Fujimine uses more than martial arts skills, most of which use tennis.Although Nanjiro can't draw a sword, his tennis skills are no one in the world can match him. The chopsticks that are held back are really pulled out like a drawn samurai sword.

At the same time, the chopsticks held in Minajiro's hand also exerted force at the same time, and when it sank downward, it hit the point where the two chopsticks in Fujimine's hand opened.His "cut" like this, and another point, is also a wonderful work that can fully disrupt the balance of the chopsticks in Fujimine's hand. If this strike is successful, Fujimine's chopsticks must also be scattered.

"Tuk!"

With a muffled sound of bamboo and wood strikes, the chopsticks in Nanjiro's hand accurately "cut" on Fujimine's chopsticks, destroying their stability, and then another chopstick suddenly clicked on the stress point of the two chopsticks. , Fujimine immediately felt unable to hold the chopsticks, and the two wooden sticks in his hands became slippery, as if he was about to let go and land on the table.

"Hey." Fujimine's gaze condensed, and he didn't come out. The index finger and middle finger sandwiched the chopsticks and sent it forward, and then the little finger hooked the edge of the palm where the other chopsticks fell.Now the chopsticks that were almost flying stabilized, and the chopsticks that almost fell were hooked up, and hit the upper chopsticks end to end. The chopsticks hit the chopsticks immediately. Reach forward.

It stretched out about four-fifths. The head of the chopsticks hung down because of the force. At this time, Fujimine pushed the muscles on the inner palm of his hand, and the other chopsticks turned down. The two chopsticks were amazing. The land was once again together, and Fujimine reversed the almost defeated situation.

Minamijiro's eyes flashed, and he seemed to see something.The movement in the hand changed again, the chopsticks that had been reset first set the chopsticks in front of Tengfeng, and picked up the meat from the plate.When Fujimine saw this, his eyes were also full of energy. He was about to stretch out his chopsticks to grab the piece of meat from Nanjiro's chopsticks, but suddenly he heard an angry roar: "Do you want to eat or not? If you don't eat well at the table, let me get all of them. Go down!"

"Auntie..." Nanako looked at Fujimine worriedly, and then at Takeuchi Renko.

Nanjiro laughed nonchalantly, put down his chopsticks and said, "Okay, don't eat if you don't eat. Boy, do you understand something?"

"I understand a little bit, but the doubts seem to have become bigger." Fujimine smiled apologetically at Takeuchi Rinko, and put down the chopsticks he had been arguing with just now, and said: "Although I don't know much, but I I believe that with your guidance from today's master, you will know more and more."

Nanjiro stood up and sighed, and said, "The more you understand, the more you feel ignorant!" Then he walked slowly onto the tatami mat next to the yard without looking back, and slowly lit a cigarette.

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