The Strongest Shikigami Sasuke-kun

Chapter 109

Nioh Masaharu played very steadily.

He was even more restrained, with a casual but aggressive smile on his face, but the movements of his hands didn't give the person opposite him a chance.

Makino Fuji's timeout was helpful, but how much of it was because Nioh Masaharu chose to restrain his strength, and how much was because the player calmed down and took effective measures, no one can tell.

Anyway, it only dragged on for a while, but in the end it didn't stop Nioh Masaharu from winning the first set, 6-4, and entering a 180-second break.

The cheerleading team of Lihai University cheered again, and Mu Zhiteng was not to be outdone. Both sides rallied, whether it was drums or slogans. Fuji Jedi counterattacked, played three games in a row, and regained the long-awaited title.

For a while, the atmosphere in the arena was even warmer than during the game.

Gojo Satoru felt his ears were buzzing, closed his eyes and pushed down his sunglasses—even so, he could feel what was happening outside if he wanted to see, so he just stared at Sasuke openly and was drawn by the magic power The resulting image is in a daze.

He felt that his control was probably somewhat effective, and Sasuke seemed to be adapting well, and he might feel more comfortable getting along like this.

But no one likes the feeling of giving up, especially when it's a unique thing that won't reappear once you miss it.

Ah, so annoying.

He has never been so considerate before, Wujo Wuxiang.

If Sasuke doesn't like it...

The white-haired man unconsciously traced the outlines of the people around him through mantra: a few strands of raised hair, a full forehead, a slender and straight nose bridge, and then thin lips, a sharp chin, and the slender neck.

Either give up, or continue, or make yourself uncomfortable, or Sasuke is uncomfortable. In the past, Gojo Satoru would definitely choose to make others uncomfortable without hesitation. He admits that he has always been a willful person, especially for this kind of thing. If you are not happy with the things you have thought about, love, etc., why bother to start?

But now, Gojo Satoru took two steps in the other direction hesitantly.

"how?"

The person he was "watching" suddenly turned his head and glanced at him with eyes that were completely different in perception and reality.

The chakra in those eyes was like a hot flame, but the eyes were like cool water, falling gently on Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru found that he seemed to have unconsciously used too much mana to perceive Sasuke, and the other party was very sensitive to external forces, so he probably had already noticed the changes around him.

But it would also be strange to withdraw it.

He faced the field and found an excuse nonchalantly: "The break time is not over yet, it's so noisy."

The Six Eyes receive information from the outside world is a passive process, Wutiao Wu can somewhat control it, but even with his eyes closed, the amount of information he receives every moment is enough to make an ordinary person dizzy. Perceived things are more complicated.

Right now the entire stadium is still noisy, full of all kinds of screams and roars, double attack, it is normal to feel noisy.

So as long as you focus on a certain point, the brain and senses will automatically put most of their energy on this point, and the reception of other information will decrease accordingly.

I didn't think it was noisy at first...

The white-haired man was stunned for a moment, then turned his head away half a beat later, and opened his eyes unconsciously.

He was actually used to this kind of messy world. He had these eyes since he was born, and later he learned the inversion technique.

However, most of the information that seemed to never disappear suddenly disappeared, and the mantra that was floating, flowing, constantly generating and merging in this space also disappeared from his perception, replaced by a familiar Power - Sasuke's chakra is like a layer of translucent veil, wrapping them up, as long as Gojo Satoru doesn't deliberately look at them, there will only be a blur in perception.

Only himself and the black-haired boy beside him existed clearly and vividly.

Sasuke let go of the fingers that were pinched together, put his hands on his lap again, and stared at the field in front of him silently, as if he didn't feel the gaze of another person.

Ah, it's even more annoying.

Gojo Gojo opened his eyes openly, stared at Sasuke for two seconds, then closed his eyes, tilted his head, leaned against the chair and stopped talking.

How could he find such a rubbish reason just now?

-

The rest period is actually only 3 minutes.

It was over in a blink of an eye.

Nioh Masaharu took the towel off his neck, and spun the racket twice on his wrist, with a fox-like smile on his face, but he was calmly calculating what to do next.

According to the progress of the set, it is decided to start brewing when there are a few balls left, and when to use the phantom.

The phantom is not so easy to use, not to mention that the object of the phantom is not a tennis player, but from the other side of the world, Uchiha Sasuke who has special power and physical fitness far beyond comparison.

The other party also saved his life.

Therefore, as a rare encore, it is also very good for Phantom to have such an image. You can't make other people think that he has not evolved since he didn't use Phantom, right?

He licked the corner of his mouth and raised his eyebrows at his opponent on the other side of the court: "This game will be very interesting, puri~"

Accompanied by the creaking sound made by the rubber sole of the tennis shoes rubbing against the PVC floor, the yellow-green ball flew back and forth at both ends of the court, was stopped by the shooting line, and after a short period of power accumulation, it flew towards the tennis court at various tricky angles. The other side of the net.

very smooth……

Nioh Masaharu thought, he felt that he might be able to play two more balls under the phantom today.

But first, make sure that even if Phantom loses, it can win the game.

He is also a victory supremacist.

Sasuke discovered that Nioh Masaharu finally began to use his spiritual power cautiously and restraintly.

——Different from the careless use of mental power to press his face on the Lihai tennis court at that time, Nioh Masaharu used less than one-third of the mental power of the opposing player, and now he is skillfully guiding the other player One side, make some minor changes.

Gojo Satoru was still at the side with his eyes closed, puffing up inexplicably.

He wasn't angry yet, Sasuke thought, it was a strange feeling to be surrounded by Gojo's power and watched intensely.

Wouldn't it be nice to divert your attention and find something else?

His eyes were still focused on the field.

The situation on the field is somewhat one-sided after Nioh Masaharu began to use mental power on a larger scale.

2-1，3-1，4-2……

But as the score continued to increase, some doubtful voices gradually appeared in the auditorium.

"Didn't it be said that Nioh Masaharu has many special skills..."

"It feels like I'm not inducing others at all..."

"Senior Nioh is not in good condition..."

"What does Nioh want to do?" Keigo Atobe's voice was somewhat suspicious, "With so much mental power, there is no need to be so cautious without phantoms, right?"

Shinobu Yushi chuckled: "Maybe you just want to make sure everything is safe?"

He also sounded very joking, and obviously didn't think Nioh Masaharu would be willing to play such an unremarkable game.

But if Nioh Masaharu really won the game so plainly, and then turned around and announced that it was a successful fraud, Ninaku Yushi felt that he might not be very surprised.

Anyway, few people can guess what this trickster on the court thinks every time he swings his racket, and he always surprises people every time.For example, the last ball played in the same tune with Atobe that year, or the declaration that scared everyone-the last phantom.

The score on the field soon reached 5-2. If all goes well, only four goals are needed, and Li Haida will become the national champion of this year's IH.

four balls.

"Changesides." The referee blew his whistle, and they had ninety seconds to change sides.

Nioh Masaharu drank the last sip of electrolyte water, clenched his fist, grabbed the tennis racket like a sword, and passed by Makino Fuji's singles No. [-].

"Do you like the encore?" he asked flirtatiously.

Then, without waiting for the other party to answer, he walked to the serving line and stood still, took out a tennis ball from his pocket and bounced it on the ground twice.

In this kind of ball game that tests rhythm, the audience generally keeps quiet and only applauds and cheers when necessary.

So when Nioh Masaharu spoke before the referee blew the serve whistle, not only the opponents standing at the other end of the field, but also the audience in the front row heard what he said: "This is definitely the last phantom, I promise Oh~"

Although this is no longer a phantom, he just wanted to be called this name, he thought, no one would know anyway.

His mental power suddenly exploded, swept the entire stadium, and then quickly gathered and covered his body. A phantom with a hood in another dimension flashed behind him, and also merged into his body.

The light seemed to be distorted and deformed in the air. When the yellow-green ball slowed down to the lowest speed and fell downwards, the white-haired boy who was standing there had already turned into another person.

"...What is this?" Atobe Keigo carefully observed the situation in the field.

He had never seen the object of Masaharu Nio's phantom at all, and even doubted whether the phantom of the other party was a real person: how can there be a tennis player wrapped in black clothes from head to toe, with blurred facial features, and carrying a knife?

Moreover, even at such a distance, he could still feel the indifferent aura and sharp eyes of Phantom.

Has Nioh Masaharu played too many games recently?

The black figure standing at the bottom line waved the knife casually, and the ball flew over the net lightly and softly, and was stopped.

"Snapped!"

There was no sound when the tennis ball hit the racket, but at that moment, a group of black flames suddenly appeared where the two touched, causing Makino Fuji's player to knock his racket unconsciously, and the ball flew out of bounds.

"15-0!"

"It's a pity that he doesn't have any spells." Gojo Satoru finally opened his eyes, looked at the field through the lens, and didn't sound like he thought it was a pity, "It's only been a while, and I've learned how to be as scary as you gone."

Sasuke felt that Nioh Masaharu was really frightened by him at the time, so he had this strange inspiration.

But... being able to use this in front of him probably means that he is no longer afraid.

Phantom becoming Sasuke obviously took a lot of energy, because the second ball was wrapped in electric current and flew towards the opponent's field. After scoring an ace directly, the black figure in the field suddenly twisted, and then returned to calm.

It is really difficult to get close to Shikigami with the body of an ordinary person. Nioh Masaharu calmed down his breathing, feeling that his mental and physical strength were being consumed at an extremely exaggerated speed.

But let's show the last reserved item, otherwise it feels a bit like not getting full marks.

His mental strength fluctuated again.

Sasuke opened his eyes slightly.

"Are you crazy?" Atobe Keigo sneered, "This can't be called a phantom."

A purple skeleton appeared on the surface of the figure. This time, the serve did not seem to move the figure, but was done by the skeleton arm. The tennis ball made a loud bang, and appeared at the opponent's feet in an instant, wiping away like an arrow. Fly out on the ground.

"Ace! 40-0!"

Then Nioh Masaharu suddenly appeared on the field again.

He was sweating profusely, his face was pale, but his eyes were astonishingly bright, and he sent out the last ball before the player of Makino Vine calmed down.

"6-2, Gamewonby Lihaida!"

"Thank you for watching~" the braided Zhengxuan muttered to himself, feeling his eyes were a little hot, his arms were shaking too much to hold the racket, so he simply stood there still.

Gojo Satoru looked at Sasuke, and the black-haired boy was still looking at Nioh Masaharu, who raised his head and closed his eyes on the field, watched him shake hands with his opponent, and walked to the edge of the stage with heavy steps, surrounded by other teammates, facing this There was a relieved smile on his face.

【how?Not disappointed?You are really amazing, my mental strength has increased a lot in the past two weeks, otherwise I wouldn't be able to use it, but the expression on the other side is really interesting! 】

When Doubles sat on the sidelines and chatted with Yukimura, Sasuke looked down at his phone. Nioh Masaharu was lying on the fence by the sidelines, with a piece of chocolate in his mouth, and raised his head to wave to this side.

His email said so.

is it?

[In short, thank you for giving me a reason to use phantom. I didn't plan to use it at first, but now it seems that I still have to do it like this, and the effect is also very good, puri`]

Another email came in.

【This time I finally won! 】

It can be seen that the mood is really good, Sasuke thought.

"Don't worry?" Gojo Satoru propped his chin and turned his head to look at the black-haired ninja, "Did you know? Three years ago, Nioh-kun lost the singles two, and Tachikai also lost the next two games, so I didn't get it." National champion. He won the game with you."

"At that time, there was a task related to the tennis club, so I also watched the national competition." He added with a wink.

[I saw Mr. Wujo, thank him for me, and you too, thank you for saving my life! 】

Nioh Masaharu clicked on the phone, then raised his eyes to look at Sasuke, and sent another email with a solemn expression.

[Let's withdraw the last email, it's a bit shameful, piyo...]

Sasuke read the few lines for a while, then handed the phone to Gojo Satoru, "Nio's email." He said, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Gojo Satoru glanced at it, and pushed the phone back lightly: "So I said, don't always put everything on yourself, and don't always think about bad results. Life is boring without accidents. Then Nioh-sama thinks so too."

He looked at the lowered eyelashes of the black-haired boy, and smiled involuntarily: "And there's me too, you're working for me, Sasuke~"

Sasuke took his eyes away from Nioh Masaharu's sweaty hair - he was finally caught by the others now, sat down to watch the game - and turned to Gojo Satoru.

"You don't have the right to say anything about me." As if some inexplicable force was pulling his body, the black-haired ninja smiled slightly, "But thank you, Enlightenment."

For everything from the beginning to the present.