Let You Experience the Harsh Reality

Feeling utterly bored along the way, Muneyoshi encountered the high school students training again and asked them a question.

Unexpectedly, they all knew that Muneyoshi would be coming today, and even told him where to go.

It's said that a surprise awaits him as soon as he arrives at this venue.

Upon hearing this news, he instantly understood. It wasn't that the coaches were refusing to see him; they were probably trying to give him a hard time.

Muneyoshi, confident in his current abilities, was not afraid and went directly to the place the high school students had mentioned.

"I see him, he's here!"

A gasp suddenly rang out on the court, drawing all the high school students' attention to Saeki Muneyoshi.

At the same time, a large group of rosy-cheeked high school students rushed toward Muneyoshi.

"Hello, please play with me!"

"I was here first, so if you're going to fight, you have to fight me first."

"Why should you go first? Are you even as strong as me? Let me go first!"

"Damn it, how can I let you guys have such a good opportunity? Let me go first!"

A group of people were pushing and shoving each other; the high school students on courts number fourteen, fifteen, and sixteen were very excited.

They are struggling every day to survive in this situation due to the oppressive rules of the training camp that constantly weed out their competitors.

The competition among them is also very fierce. Not only do they have to constantly train to improve their skills, but they also have to be constantly wary of the pressure of being eliminated.

Muneyoshi's arrival was a huge benefit for them.

Although they had considered the possibility that Muneyoshi might be very strong?

But Coach Saitō already told them yesterday that Saeki Muneyoshi is a junior high school student.

And he's only a first-year junior high school student.

Even if the other person is a genius, no matter how amazing they are, they are still just a junior high school student.

For these seasoned high school students who have been training in the camp for so long, defeating a junior high school student is a piece of cake.

Meanwhile, Muneyoshi, upon entering the court he had been directed to, felt over twenty scorching gazes directed at him, each one seemingly wanting to devour him whole.

"Ha, is this how you try to intimidate me? Such petty tricks, but they suit my purposes just fine."

Turning his head to glance at the monitor on the fixed poles of the course, Muneyoshi smiled disdainfully at the camera.

Now that the opponent has made their move, he will accept it.

Muneyoshi scanned the high school students surrounding him, his gaze arrogant, and said loudly, "I accept your challenge. Come on!"

After saying that, he tightened his grip on the golf bag on his back and took the lead towards the golf course.

Muneyoshi's attitude and demeanor silenced the high school students. They looked at each other in disbelief, not expecting Muneyoshi to be so courageous even when surrounded by so many of them.

At this moment, the leader, a blond-haired man, let out a sinister laugh, his face contorted with malice. "Looks like we've been underestimated by this brat. We must teach him a lesson."

A group of people followed Muneyoshi to the court.

Muneyoshi put down the bag, took out a racket, and then looked around.

The coaching staff on the referee's bench were already connected to the computer, unlike other competitions where there was only one coaching staff member.

At this moment, there are three coaching teams on the court, and they are recording Muneyoshi's data in all aspects.

He had no objection to this.

Now that he was here, he had no intention of hiding his abilities.

After all, he wasn't in China; the cultures of those countries don't have the genes for subtlety and restraint.

Their tendency to admire strength leads them to have a fanatical worship of the strong and an endless pursuit of becoming stronger.

Therefore, Muneyoshi needs to fully demonstrate his abilities in order to attract sufficient attention.

There are sixteen courts in the U-17 category, and apart from the first five courts, there are basically no opponents that Muneyoshi needs to worry about.

Since those coaches treated him like a perk for high school students, he couldn't possibly be one of the top players on the courts; he was just a bunch of nobodies.

Therefore, Muneyoshi saw no need to ask them.

"You trash, how dare you challenge me? Let me see just how strong you really are."

Muneyoshi's powerful and confident demeanor left the high school students stunned.

The group that had been arguing about who should go first were stunned, followed by a wave of shame and anger.

"Hurry up, have you decided? Who should we send up to die first?"

Seeing that they were still hesitating about their first opponent, Muneyoshi rolled his eyes and unleashed another barrage of trash talk.

Those words were really satisfying, making the high school students' faces turn bright red.

However, Muneyoshi did not think there was anything wrong with it, and he was completely unmoved.

This nonchalant attitude and confident demeanor thoroughly enraged the high school students, who felt an inexplicable anger rising within them.

"You bastard, you're just a middle school kid."

"You brat, you're too arrogant!"

"What do you think this place is?!"

"This isn't some child's play area like high school, and we're not those delicate flowers you met before that haven't faced any hardship."

It was like a spark falling into a gasoline drum.

In an instant, a cacophony of insults and abuse descended upon Muneyoshi, some of which even caused him to furrow his brow slightly.

"No wonder Mifune Nyudo said in the original work that most of the players in the training camp were weaklings; it seems that the later U-17 training fields were indeed not very good."

A faint light filled his eyes, and a wisp of fire flashed and disappeared from Muneyoshi's eyes.

"So noisy!"

"Is all your ability just talk? If nobody wants to compete, then shut up."

A cold reprimand came from Muneyoshi's mouth. He glanced at the high school students who were still talking, his disdain undisguised.

"Damn it, I'm coming! I'm going to teach you a lesson!"

In the crowd, a tall figure who had been sitting in the audience stood up.

He was burly and stood a full 1.9 meters tall, giving him a very imposing presence.

Ishihara was enraged by Muneyoshi's few words, and his face was flushed.

As he pushed through the crowd, his anger had not subsided. He was panting heavily, his eyes wide like saucers, as if he were about to pounce on Muneyoshi and tear him apart at any moment.

"You middle school brat, how dare you laugh at us high school students! I, Ishihara, will make you understand the stark reality and the gap between middle school and high school students!"

Ishihara's expression was slightly ferocious; he was extremely proud to have been invited to the U-17 training camp.

But reality dealt him a heavy blow; after all, who wouldn't have some ability to get this far?

His prized talent meant nothing here, as he suffered defeat after defeat in ranked matches.

Now it has even fallen to the point of being on venue number fourteen.

If it weren't for Saitō's instructions yesterday, he would have already started a day of training, instead of wasting time here.

Now, Saeki Muneyoshi, the middle school student he used to make fun of, looks down on them as soon as he walks in. At first, he just regarded him as a self-proclaimed talented young punk.

After all, he was the same way back then, but as Muneyoshi's lacerations grew larger, he couldn't take it anymore.

A newbie like him dares to spout such nonsense.

They must have experienced the harsh realities of life and the discrepancy between reality and ideals.

He wanted Muneyoshi to know that even though he was a leading figure in the field of Chinese classical studies, once he came to U-17...

Not everyone is like Byōdōin Hōō or Oni Jūjirō.