Byōdōin Went Out
When they came off the field to rest, both Livestein and Edgar were slightly out of breath.
They were actually completely absorbed in the Irie Kanata's music.
In the constant battles, every game and every point requires giving it your all.
However, amidst this constantly shifting rhythm, they were initially able to keep up, but later they fell completely into a passive position, being outmaneuvered by Irie Kanata at the net.
Whether it's speed, strength, stamina, technique, or mental fortitude, Dōmoto Shingo and Irie Kanata have both reached the pinnacle of what is currently considered a high school student with some talent.
While the two France are also considered geniuses, Edgar, who has better aptitude, is only a first-year student and has not yet reached his peak.
Given the difference in experience, it's not surprising that things have come to this.
"Just how many more Japan Team are still hiding?"
Ronard and Camus both frowned slightly; now Japan had once again displayed a doubles pair capable of reaching world-class status.
The pressure is immense for them, and for the other eight teams in the final round.
I initially thought that after the first two rounds of the group stage, aside from a few players who didn't play and another key player, the Japan Team had already shown most of their strength, but I didn't expect...
The break passed quickly, and the players from both sides returned to the court.
The second set was even more exciting than the first, with both Levitan and Edgar abandoning their arrogance and fully committing themselves to the match.
Even more so at crucial moments in the competition, Edgar disregarded his physical strength and showcased his many unique skills as an artistic master.
Livestein, however, was equally determined, fighting for every point and putting on an amazing showdown with Irie Kanata at the net.
Ultimately, after paying a heavy price, France won 7-5, leveling the score.
However, it was clear to everyone that the France doubles pair were already exhausted, having given their all to win the game, while the Japan Team still had a backup plan.
In the doubles match, victory was already tilting in the favor of the Japan Team.
The final result was not unexpected. In the third game after the break, Dōmoto Shingo on the court and unleashed his full power, putting the entire match under the rhythm of the Japan Team.
Moreover, the third match ended even faster, with the Japan Team securing victory in just over twenty minutes.
The score is 6-1.
"The doubles match between Japan Team and France has ended. Japan Team has a record of two wins and one loss, securing the victory."
The scores of the three sets were 6-4, 7-5, and 6-1!
After the match ended, the referee immediately announced the result: the Japan Team had tied the overall score at 1-1!
As soon as the referee's announcement was broadcast, the entire stadium erupted in cheers.
"The Japan Team has actually tied the game!"
"Oh, Japan Team!"
"A dark horse! A super dark horse!"
Just as the doubles team won the first game, Saeki Muneyoshi discovered a fact that made his head spin.
Byōdōin Hōō, who was originally planning to go to the restroom, somehow ended up leaving...
"Coach Kurobe, what did you say? Byōdōin- senpai went out?"
Because Byōdōin had not returned, Muneyoshi, feeling a little uneasy, decided to go look for him. He happened to run into Kurobe, who was returning from the restroom, and asked him a question.
But the news he received was quite unexpected.
"Yeah, Muneyoshi, Byōdōin said there's a problem with the strings on his racket and the feel of the grip. He's going to get it repaired, so he'll definitely be back soon. Don't worry about him."
How could I not be worried?!
Muneyoshi had a million curses he wanted to utter, but how could he explain something like this without any evidence?
Does he mean he read the script and knew that something bad would happen at Byōdōin?
Who would believe that?
"I'm going to find him, Coach, you go back first!"
After saying that, Muneyoshi ran out of the venue without looking back.
"Hey, Muneyoshi..." Kurobe felt bewildered as Muneyoshi disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Saeki Muneyoshi is acting very strangely today; he seems incredibly worried about Byōdōin.
"Are they really that close?"
After thinking about it, Kurobe realized he didn't know the specific reasons either, so he simply let them be.
It's just getting a racket repaired, what could possibly go wrong?
Because of the loss in the first match, Byōdōin was very unhappy, and he felt that if he stayed any longer, he might lose his temper and start cursing.
So I left those annoying guys and prepared to be alone.
While washing up, he opened his tennis bag to adjust his racket.
However, I found that the sweatband was almost used up, and the racket strings also seemed a bit loose.
Byōdōin checked the time and realized it was still early. If they could go to Singles 1 final, it would probably be another hour or two before it was his turn to play.
He decided to find a shop to repair his racket and buy some sweatbands and a new pair of wristbands while he was at it.
Having made up his mind, he slung his tennis bag over his shoulder and walked outside.
"Your match is coming up soon. Are you heading out, Byōdōin?"
Just as he was about to walk out, he ran into Kurobe, who was also coming to the restroom.
"Okay, I'll go get my racket repaired and buy some things while I'm at it. I won't miss the match."
Byōdōin nodded.
"Okay, go early and come back early!"
Kurobe didn't say much about it. He might not have allowed it if it were someone else, but he wasn't worried about Byōdōin at all.
As the commander-in-chief, he has the rights that others do not have.
Sitting on a chair in a food shop, Byōdōin Hōō held a cup of tea in her left hand and flipped through the latest France tennis magazine in her right.
It introduces the various teams participating in this World Tournament.
A smile appeared on Byōdōin Hōō's handsome face, illuminated by the sunlight reflecting off the eaves.
The magazine described them as dark horses, easily defeating Croatia 3-1 and India India 3-0.
Now they're facing France, the home team of Paris. If they can pull off an upset and defeat France, who knows how much the magazines and journalists will praise them?
"Hmph, these reporters know absolutely nothing about football, but the France Team..."
Byōdōin saw that many media outlets in the magazine were speculating and belittling them, believing that they were just lucky, and even listed various data comparisons.
Byōdōin rolled his eyes so hard he almost threw the magazine away.
However, he resisted the urge and gently flipped the magazine back to see the introduction of the France Team.
He primarily saw his opponent, the current Singles 1 appointed as the new generation's main player.
In order to smoothly hand over the baton to France Team, the former professional captain promoted new key players, while he himself stayed behind the scenes and faded from people's sight.
"Destroyer King?"
In the magazine, the image of an exceptionally burly, round-headed man appeared in his pupils.
Duke Watanabe is of Japanese and French descent.
A powerful newcomer with exceptional physique and refined technique.
He can unleash powerful and ferocious moves thanks to his perfect muscle strength and body balance.
It can also completely destroy the opponent's morale with a single blow.
Because of his flamboyant style and explosive destructive power, he was hailed as France's number one "Destroyer King".
"Destroyer King? We'll see who destroys whom then! Humph!"
Seeing the various praises in the magazine, a sharp glint flashed in Byōdōin's eyes.
Snap!
He gently closed the magazine in his hand, then picked up the teacup and drank it all in one gulp.
"Let France become the stepping stone for my Byōdōin to achieve worldwide fame!"
A resolute glint appeared in Byōdōin's eyes. He stood up, put the repaired racket into his tennis bag, and prepared to return to the court.
"The doubles match two should be almost over, time to head back!"
At this moment.
"Hello, I'd like two cups of strawberry ice cream."
A pleasant voice caught his attention.
A little girl wearing a sun hat walked in from outside, her waist-length golden hair particularly eye-catching in the sunlight.
Similarly, Chloe also noticed the tall young man, Byōdōin Hōō, who was about to leave the shop.
Byōdōin also had a head of flowing short blond hair, making him hard to miss.
"Oh, you're the big brother from that magazine!"
Chloe blinked her beautiful eyes and remembered that the person in front of her was the magazine model she had just shown her brother.
While waiting for her ice cream, she was just about to say something to Byōdōin.
Suddenly...
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