The Beginning of Fudomine's Violent Scandal

Tokyo Metropolis, Fudomine Academy Tennis Club.

At 4 PM, after a day of classes, all students were once again engrossed in club activities.

This year's regional qualifiers had already ended for the Fudomine Tennis Club.

The result of a first-round exit hadn't brought about any changes for the coach or the regulars.

If the initial draw had been favorable, encountering a few weaker schools, they might have had a chance to pull off a surprise win.

However, losing to Seigaku, a school already stronger than them, wasn't something difficult to accept.

Moreover, they had played a full five matches against Seigaku before ultimately losing narrowly.

Such a result was enough for Tony Oki to boast about extensively.

At this moment, he was planning how to embellish the report of this match, intending to inform the school principal of the noble character of Fudomine, who fought repeatedly and never gave up under his leadership.

He hoped this would impress the school leadership and secure more funding for the tennis club's activities.

Therefore, he hadn't even scheduled the day's regular training, leaving it entirely to the club president, Ohashi Miku, to manage. He himself had retreated to his office to write the report.

"Creak!"

The tennis club's door slowly opened, and Saeki Muneyoshi walked in, carrying his tennis bag.

What met his eyes was an incredibly messy court, tennis balls scattered everywhere, and third-year students chatting happily in small groups.

And a sparse number of first and second-year students, who dared not make any noise, silently picking up balls.

The defeat in the regional qualifiers seemed to have had no impact on the Fudomine Tennis Club; they appeared to have completely grown accustomed to such failures.

Besides, they felt that being able to battle Seigaku for five matches this time was already a victory they could publicize.

Muneyoshi, a first-year regular, stood out from the crowd of third-year students who were conversing.

Muneyoshi, carrying his tennis bag with a relaxed expression and indifferent gaze, swept his eyes over the entire tennis club before walking towards the regulars' training area.

Thwack!

Thwack!

The sound of hitting balls was incessant.

As he walked, Muneyoshi felt no ripple of emotion regarding their training.

It wasn't without reason that the middle schoolers before Tachibana Kippei were so poor in the original work.

Especially after experiencing it firsthand for over a month since joining the tennis club, he truly felt their incorrigibility.

Calling them "minnows" would already be giving them too much credit.

"Who's that?"

"Don't know, is he new? But judging by his appearance, he's wearing a regular's uniform."

"No way, he's so young. Didn't they say only third-years can become regulars at Fudomine? How could there be a first-year regular?"

"Why not? Don't you remember? The guy the seniors were complaining about recently who got in through the back door!"

"Uh... now that you mention it, I think I have some recollection. But didn't this guy never participate in any school training after becoming a regular!"

"He hasn't participated in training at all? How can the coach tolerate him staying here?"

"Alright, who cares about him? Let's hurry up and pick up the balls, or Minister Ohashi will punish us later..."

The first and second-year students silently picking up balls were quite surprised by Muneyoshi's appearance.

However, they didn't talk for long before someone who seemed to be the leader stopped the conversation within the group and urged the others on.

But the leader didn't pay much attention when he saw Muneyoshi walking straight towards the regulars' training ground.

Having picked up balls at Fudomine for two years, he no longer had strong emotional reactions to these things.

His only wish now was to wait another year and become a regular.

At that time, it would be his turn to enjoy all these privileges.

However, he didn't have to wait long before his fantasy was interrupted by a fierce argument and sounds of chaotic scuffling.

The regulars' court was filled with the sounds of seniors' curses and fights.

As he walked along.

Muneyoshi had certainly heard many discussions, but he paid them no mind.

After enduring the exploitation at Fudomine, this group had gone from being initially radical to conservative, and now their hearts had become numb.

This change made him vigilant and also very displeased.

Regarding the school's system, the current regulars, the coach...

Coupled with the negative, violent emotions that had been accumulating within him for an unknown amount of time, they surged forth at this moment, on the verge of breaking free.

Slightly dangerous and dark auras emanated from him. As he drew closer, several familiar voices soon reached his ears.

Bang, bang.

That was the sound of a tennis ball being hit repeatedly.

"It's great that Ohashi Miku is here too!"

His breathing grew more rapid, Muneyoshi tightened his grip on the tennis bag slung over his shoulder with one hand, tilted his head up slightly, and then kicked open the door to the main practice court before swaggering inside.

His incredibly flamboyant posture and actions quickly drew the attention of the other regulars practicing on the court.

"Stop right there! Brat, don't you know the etiquette of the tennis club?"

Seeing Saeki Muneyoshi's arrogant demeanor and his clear intention to pick a fight, the third-years' faces immediately fell.

The Fudomine regulars, who often resorted to dirty tricks and underhanded tactics on the court, were sensitive to the dark aura Muneyoshi was now exuding; it was the prelude to an imminent outburst.

Moreover, although Muneyoshi was wearing a Fudomine regular's uniform, he hadn't been seen around before, nor had he ever trained here.

Now, his sudden appearance, coupled with this provocative attitude.

The already unruly Fudomine regulars quickly realized.

Saeki Muneyoshi was here to stir up trouble!

Muneyoshi ignored the gazes of the others and instead looked towards Ohashi Miku on the court.

"Ohashi-senpai, I heard you're very strong, let's have a match!"

Muneyoshi's tone was extremely mocking. The others, who could hear the lack of respect in his voice, also changed their expressions. Ohashi Miku immediately frowned.

But before Ohashi Miku could react, his lackeys moved first.

"Hey, kid, how dare you call the captain's name so casually!"

"A kid who got in through the back door, what right do you have to play against the captain?"

"Exactly, a guy who got in through the back door actually became a regular like us. The captain should strip him of his regular status."

"Also, watch your tone! Otherwise, we won't mind teaching you a lesson."

Words that seemed to be filled with righteous indignation came from the crowd.

No matter how messed up Fudomine's system was, as the current beneficiaries, the third-years were quite willing to uphold such authority.

Many had already been dissatisfied with Muneyoshi, the "air-dropped" regular who got in through the back door.

"Oh, what? You're scared?"

"Hmph!"

"If you're not going to do it, then hand over the captain's position early..."

Seeing that Ohashi Miku remained unmoved, as if ignoring him, Muneyoshi continued to provoke him.

"You bastard!"

"Damn you, who do you think you are?"

Ohashi Miku still hadn't replied, but his tacit approval caused the other regulars who heard this to become furious.

The words demanding Ohashi Miku give up his position as tennis club captain were like poking a hornet's nest.

Several of them lunged forward, wanting to personally teach this disrespectful fellow a lesson.

But their movements were not even comparable to Akutsu's, so how could Muneyoshi possibly take them seriously?

Muneyoshi easily dodged their attempts to grab him, followed by a few simple over-the-shoulder throws, slamming several of them heavily onto the ground.

His movements were extremely brutal; after throwing them down, he even stepped on them.

"So much nonsense. Since Ohashi Miku is unwilling to play, then..."

At this moment, Muneyoshi no longer suppressed his sharpness. He unleashed the malice and violent emotions he had been holding back for a long time, amplified by his mental power.

The previously noisy court instantly fell silent. Everyone looked at Saeki Muneyoshi uneasily, as if they had seen some ferocious beast.

Taking out his racket, just as Muneyoshi was about to escalate further, a clear, cold voice came from the court.

"It seems you really want to play a match with me."

"Then I'll grant your wish and teach you a lesson!"

"Hmph, fine..."

Muneyoshi narrowed his eyes. This is what I was waiting for.

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