0027 Echizen Ryoma's Power to Grow Stronger! One Year's Time!
In a room on the second floor of the villa.
Bei Mo sat on the sofa.
Looking at Echizen Ryoma, whose face was filled with shock, surprise, and even disbelief, a complex mix of emotions.
“Gulp—"
After swallowing, Echizen Ryoma stared at his hands in a daze.
Just a few minutes ago.
He learned from Bei Mo about his current situation.
And why he was not allowed to continue the match against Reinhardt.
It was because
His shots, without his own knowledge, were slowly "devouring" Reinhardt.
Making the opponent's joints bear more weight, even causing his shot techniques to deform.
Although he couldn't understand what mental power or "devouring" talent was, he had a general idea.
That is, once he entered that state of wanting to win, fully invested in the game.
His opponent in the match might be deprived of the possibility to play tennis forever!
As for whether this would happen in daily life, no one could be sure.
“Boss… I didn't mean to! Does Old Man know? Can't he help me?”
Echizen Ryoma knew very well that if he couldn't control this talent, it was almost impossible to stay in this house!
Even if it couldn't affect Echizen Nanjiro, what if it affected Little Brat, or even Bei Mo in front of him…
This was something he didn't want to see happen.
Looking at Echizen Ryoma who was struggling, even a bit desperate, Bei Mo took a deep breath and nodded.
“Talent is something you were born with!”
“Your competitive spirit was the driving force behind its awakening!”
“Just like playing tennis on the court, no one can help you change anything!”
“But… as a tennis player! Such a talent is something that countless players crave!”
Echizen Ryoma calmed down a bit under Bei Mo's comfort.
But he then chuckled softly, “What should I do now? I can't stay here, right? Will Old Man arrange for me to go somewhere?”
Bei Mo said softly, “Don't worry! Old Man and I won't be affected by you! You can stay at least until Echizen Ryoma officially starts learning tennis!”
“Besides, you need to face your innate talent! And through improving your strength, adapt to it, develop it, and control it!”
“Moreover, I, like you, won't be staying here forever!”
Echizen Ryoma's eyes lit up.
Although he would have to leave, it wouldn't be immediately!
This was the best news for him right now!
At the same time.
He realized that as long as he could control this dangerous and rare innate talent, his future would be as usual!
The motivation to improve his strength completely ignited his fighting spirit at this moment.
…
When Bei Mo walked out of the room.
He saw Echizen Nanjiro standing at the door, his expression serious.
“Old Man… are you so eager to know the answer?”
This made his serious face show a hint of helplessness.
Turning and walking towards the other end of the corridor, Bei Mo followed.
At the end, by the windowsill, Echizen Nanjiro looked at the empty court below the windowsill and sighed.
“Little Bei Mo, I do have selfish desires in this matter! Not only for Ryoma, but also for you!”
“I can't bear to see Ryoma end up unable to play tennis, and your future is what I look forward to the most!”
“Ryoma’s talent… if there was a way to control it in the short term, I wouldn't…”
Halfway through, he didn't know if he felt his explanation was too pale and selfish, so he paused his words.
Bei Mo said calmly, “Neither Ryoma nor I will blame you for this! Besides, you promised him time!”
“We are both brought up from the orphanage by you! There is no right or wrong in your decision! So, you don't have to care too much!”
“As I said, everything will be as usual from now on!”
“Echizen Ryoma is almost 8 years old now! Let Ryoma stay until his 9th birthday! One year, it shouldn't be too much, right?”
Echizen Nanjiro didn't hesitate, and directly said, “No problem! Before Ryoma starts learning tennis, as long as you agree, I have no objections!”
“Also! You said before that your progress in training at home has been slow!”
“I've contacted an old friend! If you're interested… probably after Ryoma leaves! You can go see him too!”
“You'll be almost 12 then! You'll reach the minimum age for player recruitment there!”
Bei Mo's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard this.
He knew very well.
The "place" that Echizen Nanjiro was talking about must be the U-17 Training Camp.
However!
Since there is a minimum recruitment standard rule of 12 years old, it definitely wouldn't be the Japan U-17 Training Camp controlled by his old friend, Sanada Genichiro.
Basically, as long as you are a tennis enthusiast in a country with a prominent position in the world tennis world, you will know more or less about your country's U-17 Training Camp!
After all, it is a gathering place for geniuses, the cradle of future world top players.
What about Japan?
In the original plot, if they hadn't received an invitation letter, I'm afraid many Japanese junior high students wouldn't even know about the existence of the U-17 Training Camp.
Japan's tennis resources are clearly too scarce.
It took them an unknown amount of time to cultivate a high school team that could stand on the U-17 World Cup stage and win the reputation of Japan U-17!
The Diamond Generation high school students led by Hitohira Atobe.
And the Golden Generation junior high students like Seiichirou Yukimura.
They are undoubtedly constantly adding "protagonist halo".
Those who can recruit 12-year-old genius players for training.
I'm afraid there are only four training camps in those countries…
“Since you've already thought about it for me, I won't ask where it is!”
“Right! Old Man! I want to participate in all the competitions that can make money in this year!”
Echizen Nanjiro frowned slightly.
Money-making competitions…
Although he didn't think Bei Mo had made the right choice, he also understood Bei Mo's character.
Even if he stopped him, he would find his own way.
“You can check the website of the All-American Tennis Events! If you want to sign up, just tell Caicai.”
“Also… take care of yourself!”
With that, he turned and left.
Bei Mo looked out the window and murmured, “One year! It should be enough!”
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