Following a difficult chant, and amid everyone's exclamations, Kamishiro Lan's physical appearance completely changed.
Transformed into a sunny boy with black hair parted in the middle and wheat-colored skin.
"Ju, even if you hurt my eyes, you still can't defeat me."
In the slightly joking voice, the figure of the sunny boy flashed gracefully, raising his arm to hit the ball back.
"boom."
"15-0."
The ball fell back to Tachibana Jippei's half at a faster speed, ejected out of the field, hit the barbed wire fence, and then slowly slid down.
Very fast and powerful.
But it was by no means that Tachibana Yoshihei couldn't fight back.
However, Tachibana Yoshihei missed the ball because he was deeply shocked.
"How is it possible? Chitose?" Tachibana Jippei's pupils shook, his body stiffened in place, even trembling a little, his face was full of disbelief.
"Brother Chitose?!" Juxing's shocked voice sounded at the same time.
"Why did the minister change his appearance?" The members even rubbed their eyes, looking confused.
In his sight, the originally elegant and gentle Kamidai Lan had completely transformed into a completely different person.
Both appearance and temperament are completely different from before.
"Senior, why did Jindailan suddenly change his appearance? Is this a magic trick?" Shiba Saori took a photo with her camera and opened her mouth in surprise.
"Is this an ability similar to that of a fraudster? Nioh of Tatekai Dai has the ability to imitate. Not only can he perfectly copy a person's appearance, but he can even master the skills of a football player. There is also Wakato Hiroshi of Shonan Jojo, who has the ability to transform They have the ability to master each other's skills, and even their personalities are the same." Mamoru Inoue took out his notebook and pondered.
"He read a passage before transforming. What was it?"
Inoue Mamoru has seen countless talented players, but there are only a handful of special players like Jindai Ao.
"How will Tachibana Jippei respond to his past partners?" Inoue Mamoru murmured to himself.
"Chitose..." Looking at "Chitose Chisato" opposite, Tachibana Jippei's eyes were in a trance.
"No, he is not Chitose, he is Jindai!"
Then he shook his head to clear his mind, took a deep breath and hit the tennis ball.
"Even if he becomes Chitose, his tennis style will not change."
"Bang." With the explosion, the tennis ball brought up a shock wave, whipping up a fierce airflow and rushing towards the ground at the feet of Jindailan.
"That's a good serve. It seems like you've made great progress, Tachibana." Chitose, who turned into blue, smiled and easily hit the ball back with a swing of her racket.
The tennis ball was immediately struck back and forth across the court at extremely fast speeds.
After several rounds of testing, they were generally familiar with the attack rhythms of both sides.
"Why is his speed and strength so low compared to Atobe's competition?" Tachibana Yoshihei frowned.
He is not so arrogant as to think that he and the opponent are evenly matched.
"After he transformed into a Chitose, his strength and speed changed, and..."
"Posture! His posture is the same as Chitose? Could it be that he is Chitose?" Tachibana Jippei's pupils shrank, and an outrageous idea came to his mind.
Tachibana Jiping felt that his brain seemed to be affected by an unknown force, and he couldn't help but frown.
This caused his movements to be sluggish for a second, and he ran towards the landing point in a rather embarrassed manner, raised his bat hard, and hit the ball back.
"Tachibana, why can't you go all out, are you afraid of me?" Kamishiro Ami moved lightly, stretched the hand holding the racket, and the bulging muscles were full of beauty, and then hit the tennis ball hard.
"Bang." The tennis ball flew towards Tachibana Jippei in a beautiful arc.
"Don't be too proud." Tachibana Jippei anticipated the landing point and ran quickly. The moment the ball was about to hit the ground and bounce, he was already in a posture ready to swing.
"Whoa." However, the next moment, the tennis ball rose rapidly as if being pulled by a pair of inexplicable hands, and disappeared from sight in an instant.
The next time he appeared, he was already behind Tachibana Jippei.
"30-0."
"What?! Could it be that this is Kaminakure? No, this is Kaminakure!" Tachibana Yoshihei and Chitose have competed countless times in the past, so they shouldn't be too familiar with this Kaminakusha move.
"As expected of Chitose." Tachibana Yoshihei's eyes darkened. Even he didn't realize that he had begun to truly bring Kamishiro Ami into the role of Chitose.
This is the spiritual level of operation of the Zanpakutō.
In the Shinigami world, there are various Zanpakuto abilities that affect the senses and cause the brain to create illusions. This is how Kamishiro Blue played with Tachibana Jippei's consciousness.
Let him subconsciously regard himself as a real Chitose Chisato.
"Why did the ball disappear? Hey, did you see it? The ball disappeared." The arrogant Kamio Akira said in a loud voice.
Inoue Mamoru flipped up his notes, pursed his lips and said, "That's Chitose Senri's skill, Kamigakure. By adding vertical spin to the ball perpendicular to the ground, the ball will rise extremely fast in an instant after being hit, as if it is invisible."
"It seems that Jindailan can not only imitate a person's appearance, but also use ball skills."
I don't know who is stronger between him and Tachikai Dai Nioh Masaharu.
This thought flashed through Inoue Mamoru's mind.
No matter how strong God's Blue is, if the other main picks are too weak, it will still be very difficult for Fudoho to qualify.
In addition to Tatekai University, there are also Seigaku and Hyotei in the Kanto region.
Judging from what we have seen so far, Fudo Peak still has a long way to go.
But the members inside all have some talents.
Especially God's Blue, what he showed was amazing.
In the battle with Atobe, he showed an unbreakable blind spot, and now he also has a superb imitation.
Being able to see so many talented players shine is a great blessing in life for a reporter.
.......
"Hey, Tachibana, even if I use one eye, you are no match for me." Kamishiro Ami imitated Chitose's voice and mocked.
"It's not over yet!" Tachibana Jippei's eyes darkened, he took a deep breath and served again.
"It's too slow, Tachibana, where are your skills? You can't beat me like this!" Kamidai Ai's racket had already hit the ball just as it bounced off the ground.
"Whoa." The tennis ball rose rapidly again during flight, merged with the sunlight, and disappeared from sight.
"40-0."
"Tick tock." A few drops of sweat slipped from his forehead. Tachibana Jippei's eyes were fixed on the Chitose Chisato transformed by Kamishiro Ami.
In his memory, he had seriously injured Chitose with the ball-exploding dance he had just learned, causing him to go blind.
Feeling guilty, he knew deeply about the mistakes he had made, so he sealed his skills.
Now, facing "A Thousand Years A Thousand Miles" again, he felt mixed emotions in his heart.
"Damn it!" He hit the tennis ball hard and sent the ball to the bottom corner.
"What's wrong, Tachibana, why are your shots so weak, or are you still so... cowardly?"
With the violent blow, the ball flew towards the bottom corner of Tachibana Yoshihira's sideline at a faster speed.
"Strength speaks for itself on the court. The emotion of guilt is an insult to me!" As the voice of "A Thousand Years Thousand Miles" got louder, the tennis balls hit back became heavier and faster.
"Yes, you are right." Tachibana Jiping's breath fluctuated.
"I am indeed a coward. After hurting my best friend, I chose to escape." Tachibana Jippei stared at "Thousand Years Ago" with regret in his eyes.
"Then prove to me that you have mastered this skill!" With the explosion, the tennis ball penetrated Tachibana Jippei's half like a yellow beam.
"Game, 1-0, God's Generation Blue leads."
"I understand." Tachibana Jiping took a deep breath: "I will let you see everything I have under my control."
"Buzz!" Orange's body suddenly erupted with a wild red aura.
There was a hint of fierce wildness in his eyes, like a lion locked on a target, ready to pounce at any time.
