Medrano and Tokugawa's Bond

After parting ways with Medrano and Munehiko, Tokugawa and Muneyoshi were about to return to the stadium's rest area to wash up.

After all, they had already trained for a day, although this amount of training was nothing for Medrano.

The two walked slowly, and from a distance they could hear Medrano talking to Tokugawa.

"Thank you for your kind offer, Meda! But I'm sorry, I cannot join the Spain U-17 training camp!"

Tokugawa Kazuya shook his head.

"Is there some difficulty, Tokugawa? If so, please tell me, and I will do my best to help you."

Although he had been rejected several times, Medrano remained unclear about the reasons behind Tokugawa's rejections.

Just as I was about to ask further questions...

But when they walked past an outdoor basketball court, they found a group of people lying haphazardly there.

He had seen this group of people during the day; they were middle school students selected by the Spain youth training team.

"Overtraining? No!"

Medrano initially thought that these people had simply collapsed due to excessive training.

But upon closer inspection, it became clear that everyone was injured, indicating they had been attacked.

Furthermore, marks from tennis balls could be seen on their arms and calves, indicating they had been hit with tennis balls.

Just as Tokugawa was about to ask in surprise, Medrano suddenly blocked his way.

Although Tokugawa was suspicious, he trusted the other party completely because they were his close friends.

With the group of people who had just fallen to the ground added to Tokugawa's immediate alertness.

"Come out!"

Medrano's expression was grave as he called out towards the shadows in front of him.

"Ha! Are you guys born in the Year of the Dog? Your noses are so sensitive!"

The streetlights flickered on and off, and from the dark spots beneath them, several figures slowly emerged, while a deep voice came from the shadows at the very back.

With the sound of footsteps, figures dressed in black, wearing hoods, and holding tennis rackets appeared before the two, illuminated by the streetlights and moonlight.

Sensing danger, Medrano and Tokugawa immediately pulled out tennis rackets from their bags; their opponents were clearly hostile.

Who are you people?!

Medrano looked at the group of uninvited guests and asked in an icy voice.

No wonder, he felt something was off from the very beginning.

Why is the park outside the club so quiet? I didn't see any pedestrians or homeless people.

At first, he was talking with Muneyoshi and then trying to persuade Tokugawa, so he didn't pay much attention.

It now appears that they deliberately sealed off this area.

"Hehehehe... Who are we? We are a group of people you abandoned, people who want your lives!"

At this moment, a passage opened up in the crowd, and a burly figure walked up.

He pulled down his hood, revealing blond hair and bloodshot blue eyes.

He looked down at Medrano, his eyes filled with hatred.

"Arantesa Sánchez, shut your mouth! Save your unnecessary shouting for when you get home and look in the mirror."

Another blond man who came out with this person, looking somewhat refined, narrowed his eyes and coldly reprimanded him.

"It's you two, Arantesa Sánchez, and you, Juan Carlos Ferrero!"

Medrano gave the man he called Juan Carlos Ferrero a deep look.

He recognized the guy in front of him!

No, he knew both of them.

Before he joined the Spain team, Spain team was ranked No. 3 and No. 6.

Juan Carlos Ferrero, in particular, was hailed by his seniors in the team as an invincible Blood Bull Fighter!

However, everything changed after Medrano joined the U-17 team.

Faced with his overwhelming power, everyone was defeated, including Juan Carlos Ferrero.

Five months ago.

Juan Carlos Ferrero and Arantesa Sánchez harbored resentment towards him for their defeat.

During an intra-team match, they both severely injured their teammate.

Therefore, they were expelled from the Spain U-17 national team and also dismissed from the Spain Tennis Federation, banned from playing tennis again!

"Ha! It seems our 'strongest genius,' the 'Spain rising star,' still recognizes me."

"Now, that Lost Dog you kicked out of the Spain team has come for revenge. Are you ready, Medrano!"

Ferrero grinned maliciously and stated his purpose directly.

"Revenge?"

Medrano was somewhat surprised; the reason the other person was fired wasn't him, was it?

What grudge should we take from him?

Seemingly aware of Medrano's confusion, Fedro explained quite easily.

"That's right, little Antonio da Medrano. If you hadn't beaten us, none of what happened afterward would have occurred."

"Then, to express your goodwill, could you also withdraw from the Spain U-17 national team?"

Fedro, with a sinister smile on his face, spoke slowly and deliberately to Medrano.

"Are you kidding me? Meda, these people are all crazy, don't agree to them!"

Tokugawa Kazuya, who was standing to the side, couldn't stand it anymore. What kind of bizarre thought process was this? How could they actually get Meda to agree?

"Oh? You're that top-ranked Asian prodigy in the youth training team, right?"

Upon hearing Tokugawa's rebuttal, Fedro's smile widened, and his gaze towards Tokugawa became even more dangerous.

"Looks like you've joined the Underground Tennis World! I never imagined you two would stoop so low!!"

Medrano squinted; he had already guessed that the other party had come prepared today, and it wouldn't end well.

"Tokugawa, you go first! They're here for me, I'll hold them off!"

Medrano said quietly to Tokugawa Kazuya.

This group was clearly after him, and he couldn't drag his good friend Tokugawa into it.

"Leave? Neither of you are leaving today!"

"Including that Asian brat who separated from you guys before!"

Although Medrano spoke very softly, the surrounding silence allowed their voices to carry further.

"What?!"

"You even went after Muneyoshi!"

You deserve to die!

Fedro and others' ruthless approach finally ignited Medrano's anger.

Upon hearing this, Fedro's eyes turned bloodthirsty, and he pulled out his racket from the tennis bag behind him.

"What, you can't stand the darkness of underground tennis? Hahaha!"

"How about it, Medrano! Do you dare to have another real match with us? The kind where people die, you all against us!"

Arantesa also pulled out his racket, holding a uniquely shaped tennis ball in his left hand.

"Real·tennis!"

Medrano's expression finally changed when he saw that all the tennis balls in their hands were Real Tennis.

"Medrano, the U-17 World Championship is about to begin. Since you don't want to withdraw, we'll help you withdraw!"

"Remember, you're welcome!"

"You have some serious audacity! You actually dare to openly use tennis, which is banned internationally!"

Medrano could no longer suppress his anger.

"Stop talking nonsense and watch the game!"

Without saying a word, Fedro threw his Real Tennis at Medrano.

Boom!

At the same time, figures emerged one after another from behind them, totaling nearly thirty people. They formed a fan shape, raised their rackets, and hit the tennis ball at Medrano and Tokugawa, who were surrounded in the middle.

A deafening explosion rang out.

The whistling sound in the air was even more chilling.

"Tokugawa, watch out!"

Medrano picked up his racket, shoved Tokugawa aside, and stood alone in the middle of the court, heading towards the oncoming tennis ball.

"Meda!!!"

This is essentially the author's own worldview. It explains Medrano's injury, his relationship with Tokugawa, and why he was injured because of Tokugawa. Please vote with your monthly tickets!