Finally, It's My Turn to Show Off!

His arm sank into a soft embrace, and the citrus-like fragrance of a girl wafted to his nose.

Yet Seiya was not happy in the slightest. Instead, he tried to pull his arm free and distance himself from the cute girl beside him.

You had to be kidding. This world was not a school romance anime, nor was it an R18 anime where people could casually get intimate. It was a passionate sports anime.

And standing before them were Ryoma Echizen and Takeshi Momoshiro—the undisputed first and second protagonists. Mocking them to their faces like this was practically asking for death, wasn't it?

Everyone knew that in a classic shonen anime, how many people who went against the protagonist ever ended well?

Besides, what they were doing now looked exactly like something third-rate villains would do—running up to the protagonist and constantly provoking him, only to end up as supporting characters for his showboating and experience fodder.

"Hey, you're a man too, aren't you? Is it really okay for you to stand behind a girl and let her face us?"

Seiya and An each told a different story, but it was obvious that both Momoshiro and Ryoma chose to believe An.

The reason was simple. Seiya and An were clearly wearing uniforms from the same school, and their behavior was rather intimate. They did not look like two people who had absolutely nothing to do with each other, as Seiya claimed.

Because of Seiya's cowardly behavior, Ryoma and Momoshiro were even beginning to look down on him.

They thought he was someone who dared to act but not take responsibility—a coward who used a woman to take the blame for him.

Seeing the contempt in the Seigaku pair's eyes, Seiya let out a long sigh. "Since you've put it that way, then let's play a match.

But before that, I still need to defeat the ones holding the court, right?"

After defeating Ryoma and Momoshiro, Izumi and Fukawa of Gyokurin Middle School had become the current court holders.

According to the Street Tennis Court rules, even if Seiya wanted to play against Ryoma and the others, he first had to defeat those two.

But the rules here were for doubles, so Seiya needed a teammate as well.

Just as Seiya looked around, intending to pick the best of a bad lot, An had already stepped beside him with her pink tennis racket. "If it's doubles, then chemistry is important too, right?

Rather than someone you don't know, why not let me do it? I'm the ace of the Fudomine Girls' Tennis Club, after all. I won't hold you back."

In tennis, the men's and women's divisions competed separately. In terms of physical ability, men should naturally have the advantage over women.

Seiya did not refuse the eager-looking An.

He had originally intended to win this doubles match by himself anyway. Whether his partner was An or someone else made no difference to him.

According to the Street Tennis Court rules, the challengers had the right to serve. After taking out his racket, Seiya directly tossed the tennis ball in his hand to An behind him.

"You want me to serve?"

An was clearly stunned as she looked at the tennis ball Seiya had thrown her.

When they could choose the server, they would normally give the serve to the person with the stronger serve.

As a girl, An was obviously far inferior to Seiya in both serving speed and power. Yet Seiya had handed the serve to her, leaving her completely baffled.

"I'm letting you serve so you can feel a little more involved. Otherwise, you'll just be a mascot later."

An looked displeased by Seiya's dismissive attitude, but considering that he might be deliberately hiding his strength, she ultimately obediently served.

Seeing An's ordinary serve, Fukawa of Gyokurin Middle School returned it with ease. From Seiya and An's positions, he instantly realized that the two of them were probably beginners at doubles.

Both Seiya and An were positioned rather close to the left side of the court. If he hit a lob toward the back right of their court now, neither of them would be able to reach it in time.

"An, you should practice doubles with your boyfriend sometime. Seeing how big he talked before, I thought he was really something."

Watching his partner hit a perfect lob, Izumi was equally excited. "Point! Another pair of doubles rookies—this is way too easy.

What do they think doubles is? Did they think we were random nobodies who could be beaten that easily?"

The tennis ball fell toward the back of Seiya's court in a high arc. Ryoma and Momoshiro, watching from nearby, could not help shaking their heads as they watched the ball about to drop.

At that distance, even they would not be able to save it in time. That guy called Seiya probably...

"No, when did that guy get over there?!"

Just as the tennis ball was about to hit the ground, Seiya's figure appeared without warning at the opposite corner of the court. As he swung his racket at high speed, a yellow streak immediately landed in the opposing court.

"15–0!"

"You were right. That ball did score, but we got the point—not you."

As Seiya's words fell, everyone present finally recovered from their shock.

Ryoma and Momoshiro, watching from outside the court, were especially shaken. Momoshiro stared at Ryoma in disbelief. "Did you see his movement just now? Is that something a human can do?

And his swing speed and the speed of that return were incredible too. Even I probably wouldn't have been able to react to that shot."

Ryoma did not answer Momoshiro. Instead, his expression turned serious as he looked at Seiya.

With his exceptional dynamic vision, he had clearly seen Seiya's movements just now. But the way Seiya had moved did not feel like tennis at all—it felt like another sport entirely.

"30–0."

After another completely unremarkable serve from An, Izumi and Fukawa returned the ball, only for Seiya to score again with a high-speed return.

Just like before, Izumi and Fukawa had clearly hit the ball as far away from Seiya as possible, yet Seiya still reached it in an instant.

Then, at a speed they could not even follow, he sent the ball straight back.

It was not that they did not want to return Seiya's shots—the ball was simply so fast that they could not see it at all!

They had only just seen Seiya swing his racket, yet the ball had already landed on their side. How were they supposed to return a ball like that?

At that moment, they finally understood why Seiya had let An serve and said those things.

If Seiya had served, they would not have even been able to touch the ball.

And in this so-called "doubles" match, An would not have had any chance to touch the ball at all.

At least now, she could still get some enjoyment out of serving!