A Tie
Tap tap tap!
The doubles match continued, and Tanegashima Shūji's sprint speed was astonishing. Using the momentum of his slide, he lunged forward and gently flicked the ball over the net.
Meanwhile, Marco, the opponent, was already in position, and the tennis ball was returned as soon as it crossed the net.
"Hey-hey!"
Tanegashima grinned, revealing his bright white teeth beneath his slightly dark skin.
Thump!
He raised his racket and unleashed a powerful, straight smash that landed squarely on Marco's left sideline.
"Game, Japan Team, 2-0."
Marco got up from the ground, dusted himself off, and looked livid. He was terrified by how tough the Japan Team doubles pair was.
Especially the slightly dark-skinned, white-haired kid at the net; none of his powerful returns, whether in terms of force, spin, or technique, worked against him.
Tanegashima Shūji almost single-handedly blocked the attacks of both himself and Lambert.
This level of strength has also impressed others who follow the Japan Team.
Moreover, Marco also discovered that another player on the Japan Team seemed to be preparing to step up his game.
"Drink it!"
Ōmagari Ryūji shot was powerful and fast.
Not only that, at this Ōmagari Ryūji also began to unleash his full power.
He and Tanegashima Shūji formed a powerful offensive and defensive system, gradually putting pressure on the Switzerland Team duo.
Tread!
The tennis ball flew to the baseline again, Ōmagari Ryūji moved his feet, making a beautiful cover, instantly arriving on the path of the tennis ball.
Immediately afterwards, he raised his arm.
Bang!
With a loud bang, the tennis ball shot back.
"Your tennis is too slow compared to your teammates."
At that moment, another figure from the Switzerland Team suddenly appeared and blocked Omagari's attack.
The tall Lambert had a mocking smile on his lips, and his long legs swung around with incredible speed.
Bang!
Lambert's arm arced out in an uncanny arc, slicing the tennis ball from below and behind.
"Omagari, you'd better be careful."
Nearby, Tanegashima Shūji was keeping a close eye on Marco, offered a reminder.
He Fuwara my defenses!
With both sides exerting their strength simultaneously, the match that the Switzerland Team initially thought would be a sure win turned into a fierce tug-of-war.
And just as the four players were moving around, the situation on the court took a strange turn.
Bang!
"Game, Switzerland Team, 2-4!"
"As expected of the world's number two Switzerland Team is truly formidable!"
After watching the two Switzerland Team erupt and win two consecutive sets, Muneyoshi and Irie Kanata exchanged a glance, both seeing the seriousness in each other's eyes.
Bang!
A pale yellow beam of light shot out from Marco's racket, striking the clay court and kicking up layers of fine sand.
"It's me again?"
Ōmagari Ryūji frowned. Starting from the fourth round, the two opponents seemed to be deliberately avoiding Tanegashima's direction and directing all their attacks towards him.
"Ha, so I'm being seen as a pushover, as a weakling?"
Ōmagari Ryūji snorted inwardly, raised his racket, and smashed the tennis ball.
His technique has become increasingly concise and crisp, with almost no superfluous movements.
However, this seems to be exactly what the Switzerland Team wanted!
"Hmph, compared to your teammates, you're much easier to break through. Besides, you've already fallen into their trap; just wait to be exhausted."
A glint of white light flashed in Lambert's eyes, and he chuckled inwardly.
Immediately afterwards, he moved his body to the side in a quick motion, arched his arm back, and hit the tennis ball back again.
And this direction and landing point are still the same as those of Ōmagari Ryūji.
"Haha, the Switzerland Team actually had this kind of idea..."
Tanegashima, noticing his opponent's actions, did not stop them; instead, a knowing smile played on his lips.
"I admire your audacity in trying to wear Ryuji down."
Japan rest area.
"Tanegashima Shūji, what is he doing? Why isn't he helping Ōmagari Ryūji?"
Many third-year students who didn't know much about Ōmagari Ryūji were getting anxious watching him being attacked from both Omagari.
"Everyone, please be quiet and watch the game!"
Seeing their noisy behavior, the ghost sternly rebuked them.
Under pressure from Oni Jūjirō's power, the third-year students dared not speak openly, but the anxiety and dissatisfaction in their eyes were impossible to hide.
At this moment, Irie Kanata in with a slight smile, "Seniors, please rest assured, there's only one outcome for the Switzerland Team doing this: they're asking for trouble."
The first-year students, who were very familiar with Omagari, also chimed in. "Yeah, Omagari's greatest strength is probably his stamina."
Just as the first-year student had said, Tanegashima Shūji had a mischievous look on his face.
He smiled, his eyes narrowed, as if imagining the other person's mood and expression after the match; Tanegashima's smile widened.
Ōmagari Ryūji's endurance is arguably unmatched by any other U-17 in Japan.
At his peak, Omagari possessed both Power and Technique exceeding seven, and in the final qualifying round, he became the only one to defeat Tanegashima Shūji.
Bang!
Every shot from the Switzerland Team was extremely powerful.
However, Ōmagari Ryūji seemed oblivious to all of this.
His hands moved quickly; he twisted his wrist, stood sideways, and slammed the tennis ball out with a backhand.
Such a move was seen as an opportunity by the Switzerland Team.
"Too slow!"
Tap tap!
Lambert quickly rushed from the side to the net and intercepted the tennis ball in mid-air.
Bang!
The powerful smash left another shallow dent on the court.
"Ah, please have mercy on me! You always hit me so hard!"
The expected direct point for the Switzerland Team did not materialize, and Ōmagari Ryūji seemed tireless, once again appearing at the landing point of the tennis ball.
Bang!
"What!"
"78-80!"
"Game score: Japan Team, 7-6."
Japan Team won the first game of doubles after a tiebreaker.
The Switzerland Team's captain and Amadeus had by then discerned the opponent's true strength and weakness.
"It seems Marco and the others have fallen into a trap..."
"That's right. Although they attacked one person, they didn't want to be dragged into a Game 7, and it's been going on for so long. The opposing player is obviously full of energy, while Mars and his team..."
Amadeus looked at the two people slumped in their chairs, but did not reveal the result.
Because their amount of sweating was clearly abnormal.
"Go and prepare, Amadeus."
After a short break, the second game began.
At the start of the match, Ōmagari Ryūji was already holding two rackets.
Seeing this, Muneyoshi smiled and said, "It seems that Omagari is preparing to use his full strength. I should go warm up too."
Each of the top ten players in Japan's U-17 tennis team has their own unique tennis journey.
Ōmagari Ryūji happened to combine his natural talent for endurance with his Dual Wielding technique.
With his exceptional defensive range enhanced by his double racket and his astonishing stamina, it's fair to say that the entire court became his domain.
As long as the opponent's attack is not a tennis ball that exceeds his physical limits, there is no tennis ball he cannot return.
"Ryuji, with you like this, you probably don't need me on the court anymore, right?"
"Okay, aside from the hair extensions, you can rest a little longer."
Ōmagari Ryūji glanced at this cunning guy he most wanted to defeat and teased him.
"Then it all depends on you!"
Tanegashima Shūji's smile widened.
Meanwhile, on the opposite half of the field, the two Switzerland players realized all too well that they had become the prey.
"You bastard, I'll make you pay!"
Furious, Lambert hurled a harsh remark at Ōmagari Ryūji.
Bang!
The tennis ball hurtled towards them from the backcourt line.
Tanegashima Shūji simply served and then left the court.
This decision to give the entire doubles court to Ōmagari Ryūji completely enraged the Switzerland Team.
"Hateful!"
Marco angrily ran forward.
Tap tap!
He ran at a rapid pace, but having already exhausted himself, his speed had decreased considerably compared to the beginning.
However, he still caught up with the tennis ball, raising his eyes to glance at the two rackets that Ōmagari Ryūji held as if they were his arms.
Let me shatter your little tricks!
Swiss Knife!
Marco roared!
Bang!
He swung his racket in a wide arc before striking the tennis ball.
A sharp aura enveloped the tennis ball, which quickly fell into Ōmagari Ryūji's half of the court.
"If it were before, I really wouldn't have been able to return this shot, but now..."
Ōmagari Ryūji smiled calmly. He gripped the racket handle tightly with his left hand, twisted his wrist, and lightly touched the ground with his toes. His body weight shifted to the left as his wrist moved.
At that moment, it seemed as if the entire weight of his body was pressing down on the racket.
Bang!
A low-arc smash, the tennis ball barely grazed the white edge of the middle of the net.
The strong winds from the tennis ball made the net in the middle sway precariously.
Thump!
The tennis ball landed, creating a thin layer of sand on the clay court, and bounced high into the air.
The unpredictable trajectory of the ball caught both Switzerland Team completely off guard.
"How about my Dual Wielding?"
With great flair, Ōmagari Ryūji spun both rackets around his arms, then gripped them with both hands simultaneously, holding them horizontally in front of him like swords.
"Since you like attacking me and like tiebreakers, then let's have our fill of tiebreakers!"
The next match lasted two hours.
For two hours, Ōmagari Ryūji to the audience what his Dual Wielding tennis style was all about.
Bang!
"Hang up the net!"
384-382!
"Game Japan Team wins, score 7-6!"
The referee glanced at the two Switzerland Team who were completely lying on the ground and unable to get up, and announced.
"In the doubles match, the Japan Team won 7-6, 7-6 in two sets, tying the overall score at 1-1."
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