Taking His Hatred of Spain Out on Tokugawa

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"What, is this all the people in this training camp are capable of?"

"I think accepting the invitation to come here was probably a mistake. Isn't there a single player in this training camp who has both backbone and ability?"

Tokugawa, one hand on his racket, looked up at the crowd of onlookers and said calmly.

"Arrogant! How dare you say such a thing, you bastard!"

As soon as Tokugawa made his arrogant remarks, all the high school students watching glared at him angrily.

You have to understand, they've defeated the BIG4 before, how could a mere overseas returnee elite dare to do that!

However, this group was well aware of Tokugawa's strength; he was powerful and beyond their ability to contend with.

Therefore, although many people were angry and hurling insults, almost no one actually dared to step forward.

"What? Don't you even have the courage to stand up and compete with me?"

"They only dare to whisper amongst themselves; it seems this training camp really isn't very strong. If anyone disagrees, they can come onto the field and I'll take back what I said!"

Tokugawa pointed his racket at the crowd, his words cold and sarcastic as he once again mocked and provoked the high school students.

However...

Faced with Tokugawa's sarcasm, the high school students watching fell into a collective silence.

"There isn't a single player with backbone; it seems I should leave too..."

Tokugawa Kazuya shook his head in utter disappointment and turned to leave.

Just then, a very amused yet domineering figure called Tokugawa to a halt.

"Hey, elite, wait a minute!"

After the World Tournament, Byodoin and his group returned to the training Byōdōin and began their monotonous training again.

However, like Muneyoshi, they also found that their strength had reached a bottleneck and was improving very slowly.

Byōdōin knew that if he simply stayed in the training camp and waited another year, his strength would probably not change at all.

Therefore, he has gone to the back mountain to discuss with the head coach his plans to travel the world.

At the same time, taking some team members abroad for training and playing ranked matches will also help improve their skills.

Last year's World Tournament experience greatly increased Byōdōin's interest in Europe, especially the emerging masters, all of whom he wanted to challenge one by one.

After learning about Byōdōin's plans, Mifune Nyudo expressed his support for his ideas.

After resolving this matter, Byōdōin returned to base, found his team, and informed them of all the subsequent arrangements.

This group also strongly supported the Byōdōin's decision.

The current First String has a lot of empty seats due to the departure of the original senior class, which have been occupied by the second-year students.

They all had great faith in the leadership of the Byōdōin.

At this point, the First String had almost become the sole domain of Byōdōin.

Due to these conflicts, Oni Jūjirō, whose ideals differed from his, also handed over his badge and stopped going on expeditions.

After returning, Irie also lost to Akitomo Kōyō due to a "mistake," losing her No. 20 badge.

Everything seemed to be moving in the best possible direction.

But just as he was about to take a quiet nap at Byōdōin, he was woken up by the noise.

The reason I was woken up was that a powerful newcomer had arrived at the training camp, and he was even a returnee from Spain, one of the tennis Big Four.

"Spain..."

Awakened, Byōdōin muttered the word, his memory instantly returning to the lottery tournament.

He was very unhappy with Spain's attitude of trying to poach Saeki Muneyoshi at that time.

I was just thinking that when I met someone from Spain, I would teach him a lesson.

Unexpectedly, someone has now run into us.

To be fair, Byōdōin's personality is quite different from that in the original work.

In the original story, the Japan Team was eliminated in the group stage due to his own actions, but now, thanks to Saeki Muneyoshi, he has been rescued from that danger.

Japan Team also defeated France, although they were eliminated in the quarterfinals, it was at least a breakthrough.

Therefore, although Byōdōin is becoming increasingly domineering, it is not extreme.

He is now able to tolerate most situations.

However, because of the "life-saving grace," he valued Saeki Muneyoshi even more.

Spain, which had previously set its sights on Muneyoshi, was even less welcoming.

At this moment, Tokugawa suddenly appeared, and his arrogant and indifferent demeanor was almost no different from that of the group of foreign elites, which made Byōdōin even more unhappy.

Consequently, Byōdōin also projected all his feelings of disgust towards Western elites and Spain onto Tokugawa.

Just as Tokugawa was about to leave, he suddenly heard a voice behind him.

He turned his head and saw a blond young man with a white headband, looking at him with a lazy and playful expression.

"Hey, elite, let's have a match then!"

Byōdōin Hōō tugged at her ear, chuckled, and walked onto the court.

"Sure, but could you please put your shoes on first?"

Tokugawa pointed to the footpath of Byōdōin.

Byōdōin's sneakers were worn down to the point of resembling slippers, and her socks were casually rolled up.

"Besides, you still look like you just woke up, so I can wait for you to do some proper warm-up exercises..."

Tokugawa looked at Byōdōin and offered a cold yet well-intentioned reminder.

"Are you a nagging old woman? Stop being so fussy. Competing against an overseas returnee like you makes me feel refreshed and light as a feather."

Byōdōin took out his racket, crossed his arms, and replied with obvious disdain.

"Okay, I hope you won't regret it!"

Seeing that Byōdōin wouldn't listen, Tokugawa stopped trying to persuade him and silently walked to the receiving area, holding the racket in his left hand and supporting the frame with his right.

"Byōdōin! You're quick on your feet!"

Just as Byōdōin was about to retort, Oni Jūjirō's voice came from outside the arena.

At the same time, a series of footsteps came from outside the crowd.

The ordinary high school students in these bases were startled and quickly made way for them.

Oni Jūjirō, Tanegashima Shūji, Irie Kanata walked out from outside the crowd.

"Huh? You guys want to stand up for this guy? What the hell?"

Upon seeing the newcomer, Byōdōin let out a cold laugh.

Oni Jūjirō's expression was solemn, and he did not reply. He and Irie had actually been thinking of appreciating talent and wanted to guide Tokugawa, but they did not expect Byōdōin to beat them to it.

However, the rules of the training camp state that once you step onto the court, no one can interfere.

They plan to observe how things develop before making a decision.

"So you're the strongest in this training camp, right?"

Tokugawa Kazuya was certainly not a fool. In just a few words, he could tell from the attitudes of others towards them and their uniforms that were completely different from those of ordinary people.

He knew he was about to encounter some of the best fighters in the training camp.

"What's wrong, Elite? Are you scared?"

Byōdōin tilted his head, revealing a malicious smile.

Tokugawa was also a young man, full of youthful vigor, so how could he be afraid? Provoked by Byōdōin, a cold smile immediately appeared on his face.

"Hmph! Afraid? You're not enough to frighten me. I'd be more than happy to fight someone powerful!"

"On the contrary, you'd better show me your full strength and don't let me down!"

"Ha, that's ambitious!"

Byōdōin greatly admired Tokugawa's arrogant attitude.

His smile grew increasingly dangerous; destroying such a returned elite from Spain must be even more enjoyable.

"I hope you can keep that good eye contact. Let's begin."

"I won't hold back!"

A glint of light flashed in Tokugawa's eyes, and with a flick of his wrist, he tossed the tennis ball into the air.

The left hand is brought back to the shoulder, and then swung out heavily.

Bang!

"Nice serve!"

Byōdōin's lips curled into a slight smile.

"However, it's only at the level of children playing house!"

Byōdōin took a step forward, instantly increasing his speed to a level that seemed to vanish in the eyes of the many high school students.

"So fast!"

Tokugawa, standing across the court, also narrowed his eyes.

Tokugawa's serve was extremely tricky, and this serve alone showed that his tennis fundamentals were very solid and his overall skill level was very balanced.

When Tokugawa fought Muneyoshi in Spain, Tokugawa five dimensions were a model of training produced by elite European education.

Speed 4.5, Strength 4.5, Stamina 4.5, Technique 4.5, Mental Strength 4.5; Total 22.5.

Such strength was probably only rivaled by a very few people like Muneyoshi in the Japan school world at that time.

When Muneyoshi first arrived in Spain, aside from having some attributes that were more outstanding Tokugawa's, he was actually slightly inferior to Tokugawa in many aspects.

Even now, having entered high school and the U-17 training camp, Tokugawa's skill level is enough to secure his place on the number one pitch.

However, he was facing the Byōdōin Hōō!

Bang!

The Byōdōin, which had disappeared, reappeared. With a dull thud, the tennis ball vanished from Tokugawa's sight in an instant.

"What!"

A feeling of unease welled up in Tokugawa's heart.

Before Tokugawa could react, the whistling sound of the tennis ball grew ever closer.

The missing tennis ball reappeared in front of him and struck Tokugawa squarely in the chin.

Thump!

With just one strike, Tokugawa collapsed to the ground.

"What happened, Elite? Why are you down? You can't possibly not catch a single ball, can you?!"

"Again!"

Tokugawa struggled to his feet. Byōdōin's blow had dealt a tremendous blow to his brain, leaving him somewhat disoriented.

"That's more like it, elite!"

Bang!

This time, the tennis ball hit Tokugawa directly in the abdomen, and the huge impact caused Tokugawa abdomen to churn as if it were being torn apart.

Bang!

Byōdōin, unleashing his hatred for Spain upon Tokugawa, showed no mercy, and the tennis ball flew towards Tokugawa's body once again.

"Heh heh! You're a returned overseas elite, huh!"

Byōdōin grinned maliciously and swung his racket heavily.

The golden beam of light from the tennis ball struck Tokugawa's abdomen again, and a sharp pain instantly shot through Tokugawa brain.

Tokugawa was in so much pain that he broke out in a cold sweat, and his previously hazy consciousness was awakened by the excruciating pain.

The price of being awakened was the physical stimulation of his brain and scalp, which Tokugawa could no longer bear and collapsed to his knees.

"Cough cough!"

Tokugawa knelt on the ground and let out a painful howl.

"Oh? Did you regain consciousness despite the excruciating pain?"

Byōdōin gave a cruel smile; the match was not over yet.

"Stand up, elites! Let's have a good time playing tennis!"

Byōdōin's actions were too much for two figures in the stands to bear, so they intervened.

P. S.: "Hey elites, let's ask for a monthly vote!"

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