Saeki Muneyoshi vs. the High Schoolers

Arrive at the net.

Looking at Saeki Muneyoshi's physique, which was noticeably smaller than his own, Ishihara could already imagine how wonderful it would be for him to be promoted to the number 10 court.

"Hmm, another power type."

After sizing Ishihara up and down, Muneyoshi made up his mind about him.

As long as it's not one of those super-freaks, he's least afraid of strength-type opponents.

After all, not everyone is like Oni Jūjirō Lang and Duke Watanabe.

Thinking of this, Muneyoshi smiled slightly.

He was even less concerned about the sense of superiority these high school students had.

Ordinary yet confident, incompetent yet arrogant.

That's them.

The glory of being invited to the U-17 training camp has blinded them.

However, this training camp was a paradise for the strong from the very beginning, and they were merely tools chosen to accompany the strong in their leisure and sparring.

When necessary, it can further highlight the honor of the strong and become a powerful backdrop for them.

A few high school students felt sorry for themselves, having been outmaneuvered by Ishihara in a verbal argument.

However, they still have to abide by the competition rules during the training camp.

More than twenty people retreated off the field, clearing the playing area for the two players.

"Kid, don't accuse me of bullying you. Don't worry, I'll still let you win when necessary. Here's your chance, you serve first!"

Ishihara was thinking about the wonderful prospect of being promoted to court number ten. Seeing Muneyoshi trying to guess which side to play, he waved his hand dismissively and confidently went to his own backcourt.

"Oh, really? Thank you very much, senior!"

Muneyoshi smiled faintly, his expression as calm as if he were looking at an idiot.

However, he did not refuse.

A person who is blindly optimistic without knowing the enemy's intelligence will teach the other party what ruthlessness is.

He pulled out a Muneyoshi -yellow tennis ball and casually patted it twice.

He then squeezed the tennis ball in his hand, glanced at Ishihara's position, and gently tossed it upwards.

The tennis ball wasn't thrown very high. Just after it flew over his head, he took a half step back with his right foot and quickly raised his right arm, twisting it inwards towards his body.

Bang!

Like drawing a sword in a slash, Muneyoshi unleashed astonishing power with a flick of his wrist, sending the racket flying in an afterimage that was barely visible to the naked eye.

"Boom!"

This move was inspired by Sanada and utilizes the unseen philosophy inherent in the swing of the racket.

This became another of Muneyoshi's serves.

Unlike Sanada's move, which was simply about speed.

Muneyoshi might be a little slower, but his strength is definitely much greater than Sanada's.

Ishihara had no time to react; he only heard a loud bang at his feet.

By the time he turned around to look back, the tennis ball had already rolled off the wire net behind him.

"How could this be...?"

"Wow... this middle school student's serve is so powerful!"

"I can't even react!"

"Ishihara on court number 14 is already one of the best players on the courts behind us, and even he can't handle it?!"

The high school students on courts 15 and 16 fell silent. They hadn't even seen the trajectory of the ball clearly either, and were stunned by Muneyoshi's serve.

They abandoned their underestimation of him; at least for now, Muneyoshi's serve was very powerful.

However, Muneyoshi wouldn't stop. Sensing the air pressure in the stadium starting to drop, he said with some surprise:

"Huh, even you can't catch that speed, senior? Then it's really my fault for embarrassing you. I'll go slower this time."

In the silent stadium, Muneyoshi's voice reached everyone's ears, making them so ashamed and angry that they wanted to kill.

Before Ishihara and the others could recover and continue their anger, the tennis ball had already been tossed into the air by Muneyoshi once again.

Bang!

30-0.

Bang!

40-0.

Bang!

"Senior, you are truly virtuous and kind. Thank you for going easy on me and letting me win a round. Now it's 1-0. Please, senior, begin your performance and make a fool of yourself."

Muneyoshi's lips curled into a smile, but his words were like a sharp blade, piercing straight into the high school student's heart.

Instead of answering Muneyoshi's question, Ishihara kept trying to comfort and encourage himself.

Nobody was stupid. Based on his serve just now, he already knew that Muneyoshi was not someone to be trifled with, but he still held onto a sliver of hope.

Hopefully Muneyoshi's only strength is his serve...

Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned.

Ten minutes later, his final serve flew out of his hand.

Muneyoshi's figure had already appeared at the landing point of the tennis ball.

Seeing Ishihara looking at him, Muneyoshi smiled slightly and gave him a friendly nod, then a glint of malice disappeared from his eyes.

Boom!

Thud!

Ishihara's racket was knocked away by Muneyoshi once again.

"Match ended, Saeki Muneyoshi won, score 6-0."

"Ishihara didn't score a single point. He couldn't return either his serves or his returns..."

"How is that possible? With that kind of skill, is he still a middle school student?"

"Another monster has arrived..."

Outside the stadium, there was a commotion.

Watching Saeki Muneyoshi cleanly and decisively slaughter Ishihara without any suspense, how could they not understand that the opponent's strength far exceeded the scope of a middle school student?

They probably won't have the chance to enjoy the benefits Coach Saitō mentioned.

"Come!"

"Next!"

"Does anyone want to continue playing?"

Watching Ishihara's distraught state unfold, Muneyoshi's eyes remained unmoved, and he asked again in a stern voice.

"I... I'll do it!"

After a brief silence, another tall, thin high school student walked down.

What I thought would be a perk turned out to be a monster.

The situation on the court was now completely under Saeki Muneyoshi's control, and the high school students had been forced into a corner.

Faced with Saeki Muneyoshi's renewed challenge, the high school students were not going to back down easily. However, they had also changed their mindset and no longer regarded it as the welfare agency they had always thought it was.

Instead, he wanted to uphold the honor of high school students in front of Saeki Muneyoshi.

This sentiment infected all the high school students present. At this moment, they did not shout or make a fuss, but waited silently, waiting for Muneyoshi to defeat each and every high school student.

Then they went onto the court one by one to play against them.

It has a certain air of "The wind is howling and the Yi River is cold."

Unfortunately, this doesn't change anything.

The venue was filled with dejected figures, as well as the still-sweating Muneyoshi.

Inside the coaches' building at the U-17 training base.

"Wow, what a formidable little guy! It seems the last few matches won't truly test his abilities..."

"Hmph, these guys are really useless."

Compared to Saitō's gentle demeanor, Kurobe was much more direct.

Seemingly exhausted by the abysmal performances in the last three stadiums, he gently rubbed his eyebrows with his index finger and thumb.

"It's unbelievable, but this kid's strength has probably improved since the video, and this kind of match probably won't put any pressure on him at all."

Kurobe gently spun his chair around, looking somewhat helplessly at the constantly changing and fluctuating five-dimensional data of Muneyoshi on the computer screen.

"Rest assured, Kurobe, whether the outcome is positive or negative, it will have a positive effect on your spiritual growth."

Saitō, abandoning his usual gentle demeanor, looked at Muneyoshi's figure on the monitor with a hint of excitement. A brand new treasure had arrived at this training camp.

"Do you want to?"

As a long-time partner, Kurobe instantly understood what his partner wanted to do, and after figuring it out, he nodded.

"I'm afraid this is also the head coach's idea. Since Byōdōin left and the expedition team went out for the points competition, this training camp has become quiet recently, and it's time to add some new things."

"I'll leave this place to you for now. I need to go and greet this genius. It's really not right that we've been here for so long without anyone even greeting us."

P. S.: "Requesting monthly votes"