A Promise

The stadium was completely silent.

All that remained were ruined tennis balls, broken rackets, and the constant screams of an opponent.

"Tatum!"

The dark-skinned man who was with Tatum on the sidelines, who was generally friendly, changed his expression drastically upon seeing Tatum's miserable state.

Then, disregarding the ongoing tennis match and the rule against interference from outside the court, they quickly rushed over.

After seeing Tatum's injuries, he looked at Saeki Muneyoshi opposite him with an extremely shocked expression.

At this moment, Tatum's right forearm was bent irregularly.

His forearm was fractured by Muneyoshi's blow.

Muneyoshi's ruthlessness and brutality were on full display at this moment.

The dark-skinned man opened his mouth, as if to say something.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

The sound of steady footsteps rang out.

At that moment, two people from another location walked over.

Medrano glanced at the injuries, then at Muneyoshi, and said, "Take Tatum to the hospital for treatment. Let's leave this matter here!"

Seeing Medrano's very serious expression, the dark brown-skinned man felt a tremor in his heart.

He then nodded, helped Tatum up, and left the arena without uttering a single harsh word.

After they left, Medrano led Tokugawa Kazuya forward.

"It's been a long time since I've seen a match like this."

A smile appeared on Medrano's face; the match just now clearly involved both physical and mental abilities.

Moreover, Muneyoshi made an even more astonishing use of the power of darkness.

Muneyoshi watched Medrano and Tokugawa Kazuya approach. As they drew nearer, he realized that they were indeed quite tall, easily over 1.8 meters.

Tokugawa, standing to the side, was also quite tall, almost the same height as Medrano.

However, considering that they are still in the developmental stage at the moment, and that Tokugawa will be 189cm tall and Medrano will be almost 1.9 meters tall in the World Tournament three years later, he is not surprised.

Medrano was dressed very elegantly and walked very fast. He arrived in front of Muneyoshi in the blink of an eye, and his tall figure was very imposing.

"Hello, friends from Asia. I am Antonio da Medrano. You can call me Antonio or Medrano, either is fine."

Medrano's gaze was filled with curiosity and scrutiny as he glanced at him before asking in a low, questioning voice, "Are you Chinese or Japan?"

Muneyoshi raised an eyebrow and subconsciously asked, "Why don't you just say South Korea?"

Medrano chuckled softly upon hearing this and said, "Their people don't have your kind of magnanimity. Your tone, however, sounds very much like a Chinese person."

Muneyoshi did not comment on his statement, but glanced at Tokugawa Kazuya beside him, nodded, and then looked at Medrano:

"Saeki Muneyoshi, from Japan, is currently a first-year junior high school student."

Upon hearing this, Tokugawa Kazuya was taken aback, while Medrano chuckled, "I didn't expect you and Tokugawa to be from the same place."

"You've just arrived, haven't you? Come on, let me show you around."

The three then walked out of the venue together and headed deeper into the building.

With Medrano leading the way, they moved through the area without hindrance.

Barcelona Tennis Club, Spain.

It was the name of the club that Muneyoshi's father had sent him to.

Founded in 1899, the club is the oldest tennis club in Spain.

In contrast, there is the Barcelona Open, a famous clay court tournament.

Held annually in Barcelona, it is one of the oldest tennis tournaments in Spain, the land of clay.

It is also one of the most important tournaments in Spain tennis and in Barcelona.

However, Muneyoshi was not so lucky; this year's clay court tournament has already ended, so he will not be able to see him.

Because of its long history, Spain has a very strong tennis culture.

Even in dominant Germany, as well as England and France, Spain cannot compare in this respect.

However, with Germany dominating the U-17 World Cup for the past decade, more and more young talents are choosing to pursue their studies in Germany.

While Spain has also experienced some blood loss, it is not severe.

As the largest tennis club in Spain.

The club has over a thousand members and more than thirty professional players. Even on a global scale, it would be considered one of the top clubs.

Therefore, it is generally only open to tennis enthusiasts, beginners, and as an initial training base for U-14 players.

It is not open to outsiders.

Muneyoshi, accompanied by Medrano, arrived at the club.

The three of them had introduced themselves to each other during the journey, so they were much more familiar with each other than at the beginning.

"Antonio, do you often come here?"

Sensing the club's powerful presence, Muneyoshi asked with some curiosity.

Medrano nodded at first, then shook his head. "No, I used to train here, but I haven't come here often since."

The situation in Spain is different from that in Japan.

In Japan, tennis tournaments are organized by school clubs, progressing through regional preliminaries, regional tournaments, regional tournaments, and finally, the National Tournament.

In Spain, where tennis has been a staple for over a century, the system is organized by region, with each region having its own formal training camps.

Those selected usually train in training camps, and then the best among them are chosen to participate in the national training camp competition.

If they meet the required standards after entering high school, they can join the U-17 team.

So ever since he was selected for the U-17 team, he has been training in the training camp and rarely comes to the club.

Although the club is professional, it is ultimately just a basic level.

"I see. I wonder if we can encounter any professional players now?"

Muneyoshi stroked his chin and smiled.

"Forget about it, it's unlikely."

Medrano shook his head, then added:

"The timing isn't quite right. The U-17 World Cup is coming up soon, and after this year's U-17 tournament, the France Open will be next. Professional players will be participating in professional competitions during this period."

"Those remaining at the club now are all regular members, and some U-14 youth training players."

"Is that so? So Tokugawa -senpai was also a youth training player?"

Muneyoshi felt a little disappointed, but he also knew that professional players weren't someone you could just meet whenever you wanted.

"Tokugawa is indeed a youth training player. Come on, I'll show you around the interior."

There seemed to be more to the story; Medrano's voice lowered slightly.

Tokugawa's expression also darkened. Muneyoshi immediately realized that something must have happened, so he stopped asking questions and followed Medrano inside.

Under Medrano's guidance, Muneyoshi witnessed the club's complete mechanical aids and systematic training methods, and the combination of computers and various instruments broadened his horizons.

"As expected of Spain's largest tennis club, the BIG4's heritage is truly extraordinary."

Muneyoshi felt a pang of emotion.

Although Japan has been catching up rapidly in recent years, and the tennis atmosphere has become more vibrant with various clubs springing up like mushrooms after rain, the tennis facilities should theoretically be quite good.

Compared to a reputable club like Barcelona, they're simply not in the same league.

"There's definitely a reason why the BIG4 countries produce so many tennis prodigies."

Muneyoshi compared the options in his mind and came to a conclusion.

Excellent facilities and a lively atmosphere.

Even people who don't play tennis will be affected by these two factors.

After visiting the club, it was already quite late.

Both Tokugawa and Medrano knew that Muneyoshi had only arrived in Spain today, and Tokugawa's desire to have a match with Muneyoshi was temporarily suppressed.

"Muneyoshi, get a good rest tonight and get some sleep. We'll have a match tomorrow, and then I'll take you around Barcelona so you can experience the Spain atmosphere."

"And me, please have a match with me too."

As the night gradually darkened, the three of them walked out of the club and arrived at a fork in the road in a park.

Medrano finally voiced his thoughts, and Tokugawa, standing nearby, made the same promise.

"Good!"

Muneyoshi was also very happy, knowing that this was Medrano, and he had no intention of refusing.

As for Tokugawa, he is the strongest player in the club's youth academy and should not be underestimated.

Medrano felt it was a great pity that he could not be selected due to special circumstances.

The three of them made their agreement, and then parted ways with smiles on their faces.

Muneyoshi's Old Man had already sent him the location of the place he was about to return to.

It's less than a kilometer away; you can get there by simply crossing the park. It's very close.

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