Confrontation (Bonus Chapter for Those Who Tipped Earlier)

"Game 6, Saeki Muneyoshi wins, score 6-4."

As the referee announced the final score, an eerie silence fell over the entire stadium. All the senior students stared in shock at Harada Hiroki had been blasted away and was now hanging on the iron fence.

This was originally the First String. Even though his badge was taken by Oni Jūjirō, his strength is still undeniable. He is still one of the strongest third-year students in this base.

I never imagined the final outcome would be so tragic.

I never expected Saeki Muneyoshi's methods to be so ruthless.

Even though Harada Hiroki underestimated his opponent at the beginning of the match and was injured in the knee by Muneyoshi's attack, his formidable strength was still undeniable.

Therefore, even when he was at a disadvantage, these senior students still had confidence in him.

As they expected, Harada Hiroki's ability to win four innings despite his knee injury was a testament to his skill.

But they didn't expect that Saeki Muneyoshi had been setting up a trap from the very beginning.

It started with Execution Style playing style and ended with that Execution Style.

Saeki Muneyoshi, this seemingly easy-to-bully first-year junior high student, was surprisingly ruthless when he used his methods, and the impact he had on them was so strong.

Many of the weaker individuals began to look at Muneyoshi with a change in their gaze, now tinged with timidity and fear.

Muneyoshi accepted the gazes of these people without a second thought, and naturally didn't care about the change in their eyes.

He felt this was quite good; here, he didn't need anyone else's love or respect, fear and awe were enough.

With that thought, he put away his racket and stood proudly in the center of the court. He looked around, his gaze sweeping over the Oni-Too- Byōdōin team before finally settling on the third-year students.

"Is this the so-called U-17 elite, the strength possessed by senior high school students?"

"It seems like it's really nothing..." As he spoke, Muneyoshi seemed unable to hide his disappointment, his tone indescribably desolate.

"With that kind of strength, it's no wonder they were always considered pushovers in previous World Tournament..."

Muneyoshi's tone was cold yet tinged with a hint of realization. Moreover, he had completely abandoned all pretense and launched a direct and aggressive attack on the senior students, shocking everyone once again.

Hearing Muneyoshi's mocking words, the faces of the third-year high school students went from red with shame and indignation to ashen.

Immediately, someone couldn't help but shout, "You damned thing, what right do you have to talk nonsense in front of your seniors? You..."

"Ah... ah... ah..."

Suddenly, before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a shrill scream. Harada Hiroki, who had just been knocked unconscious by Muneyoshi's ball and was hanging on the iron net, woke up.

Struggling, he fell off the wire mesh, and due to his injured knee, the uneven force caused him to fall directly to the ground.

He lay sprawled on the ground, groaning in pain.

"Damn it! This is all your doing! If anything happens to Harada, we'll never forgive you!"

"Harada, stop howling! What are you doing, you idiot? Get up right now!"

The senior high school students were frustrated and had nowhere to vent their anger when Harada happened to walk in.

Therefore, everyone turned their guns on Harada, looking at him with anger, feeling that this guy had utterly disgraced them.

It was because he lost that Saeki Muneyoshi became so arrogant.

Seeing how these people bullied the weak and feared the strong, Muneyoshi spoke up again, but this time he also took out a tennis ball from his pocket.

"Tch, so you guys hate him too? I thought he was your spokesperson. Since you all hate him so much, then I'll go through the trouble of helping you out."

As he spoke, he picked up his racket and swung it directly at the tossed tennis ball.

"Rotten things, you should go to your graves!"

Off the field, Irie frowned, then quickly relaxed. "I never imagined Saeki -kun could be so terrifying when he's angry!"

He certainly didn't like the playing style that Muneyoshi was displaying at this time, and he thought that Munehiko had been led astray by Tōno Atsukyō and the others.

"This is probably what they got for reaping what they sowed. Moreover, Muneyoshi provoked their anger again, even using words like 'rotten' and 'grave.' Those two probably couldn't hold back anymore!"

Tanegashima Shūji looked at Harada, who was once again nailed to the barbed wire, with a touch of melancholy, shrugged, and said meaningfully.

"Hmph! Now that the fight has begun, it's not over yet!"

Oni Jūjirō snorted coldly, showing no resistance to Muneyoshi's actions.

At this moment, everyone in the first-year high school team was watching Harada on the field with a sense of satisfaction.

Then, the provocative gaze turned towards the third graders.

As first-year students who had been bullied ever since entering the training camp, they didn't think there was anything wrong with Saeki Muneyoshi's actions.

He even wished he could personally step into the ring and deliver that blow in place of Saeki Muneyoshi.

Once again, Harada was hit by Muneyoshi's tennis ball. This time, he hung on the iron net, his head drooping, and passed out again without even letting out a scream.

"Harada! Harada!"

"Hey! Harada! Are you alright? Wake up!"

"Oh my god, he's not making a sound. Could he have been beaten to death?!"

"..."

The senior high school students were horrified. They were genuinely frightened this time. They hadn't expected this handsome young man to use such force.

Just then...

Da da da!

A series of footsteps sounded, and a group of athletes dressed primarily in red, with black and white uniforms, walked onto the stands. They shouted loudly at Saeki Muneyoshi, who was about to leave, and the first-year students behind him:

"Come out, Byōdōin Hōō, Oni Jūjirō! Haven't you always wanted an answer?!"

The speaker was Natsume Ryūichi, and at that moment another tall figure stepped out from beside him, Dōmoto Shingo.

His cold gaze swept over Muneyoshi's body, then looked towards the back of the first-year students.

"Come out, it's time for the First String's Shuffle Match to come to a final conclusion."

The air seemed to freeze at that moment. Faced with the two strongest experts from the third year, even the ordinary first-year students felt a sense of suffocation.

It wasn't until a steady voice came from behind them that they gained immense confidence.

"Hmph, I knew it was all orchestrated by you two losers."

"What? After losing, you don't even have the courage to confront me head-on anymore, so you can only resort to underhanded tactics?"

Passing through the crowd, Byōdōin's tall figure appeared at the very front.

The two did not respond to Byōdōin's mockery. After exchanging a glance, Natsume Ryūichi stepped forward, stood opposite Byōdōin, and said in a deep voice.

"Byōdōin, the training camp has its own rules. This time, you first-year students have already passed the test!"

"Rule?"

"Ha, what a joke!" Byōdōin sneered, glancing back at Oni Jūjirō not far away, and said, "Oni, did you agree to some bullshit rule?"

"Hmph, I don't know any rules. All I know is that here, only the strong have a voice." Gui's already serious face darkened further as he spoke coldly.

"So we don't know what other rules there are? What, we beat you, is that not enough?"

Byōdōin glanced disdainfully at Natsume Ryūichi, then strode around the court, finally fixing his gaze on Dōmoto Shingo, and shouted:

"I don't care about any of those previous bullshit rules, from now on, only my rules apply here: the winner takes all. If you're not satisfied, then I'll personally send you to hell."

"The Byōdōin, you want to seize power?"

Dōmoto Shingo could no longer hold back; despite Byōdōin's overwhelming pressure, he remained unfazed.

"So what if I am? I'm number one now. I'm not some pushover like that ghost."

Byōdōin didn't even give Dōmoto Shingo a second glance. There were people in this base who might earn his respect, but he was definitely not one of them.

Upon hearing this, Dōmoto Shingo's face turned from red to green, and then he roared angrily:

"I challenge you, and not just you, but all of us in the third grade are launching First String group Shuffle Match against you first graders!"

As he spoke, Dōmoto Shingo looked at the camera; he knew that the coaches had all heard what he had just said.

Before long, Kurobe Yukio the loudspeaker:

"The final team reshuffle of the First String Shuffle Match has begun. First-year captains: Byōdōin Hōō Phoenix and Oni Jūjirō; third-year captains: Dōmoto Shingo and Natsume Ryūichi. Team members, please choose your respective captains."

"Match time: 8:00 AM tomorrow, Stadium 1."

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