The Showdown of Creations

A smash-style serve flew out of Tanaka Youhei's hand in an instant.

Bang!

Uchimura Kyosuke remained calm in the face of the incoming ball, his usual training having given him a strong foundation of confidence.

He quickly caught up with the ball and then hit it with a powerful backhand smash into the unclaimed space on Yohei's left.

"Hmph! A doubles return aimed at the open area opposite the server's direction, an expected response."

The next second, Tanaka Kouhei's figure suddenly appeared in the area where no one had been standing.

"Such a fast replacement speed!"

Mori Tatsunori's pupils contracted in surprise; he had no idea when Kohei had gone to that place.

Bang!

A forehand smash sent the ball towards Mori Tatsunori's feet in the frontcourt. Tanaka Kouhei then quickly moved his feet and stood behind the center line with Tanaka Youhei.

"What kind of formation is this?!"

This surprised not only Mori Tatsunori and Uchimura Kyosuke, who were engaged in battle, but also the audience, who were shocked by the twins' actions.

I've seen doubles players both at the net, but it's rare to see both players standing horizontally at the center line at the same time.

"What kind of formation is this? Muneyoshi, do you know it?!"

Even Tachibana Kippei was puzzled at this moment.

"It should be a variation of the parallel formation. Normally, in a parallel formation, the line is placed at the bottom line."

This change in tactics also had a certain impact on Mori Tatsunori and Uchimura Kyosuke.

Fifteen minutes later.

Bang!

"Game, Jōsei Shōnan Academy Tanaka Kouhei, Tanaka Youhei, 3-0!"

"Change venues!"

Gently wiping the sweat from their foreheads, the Jōsei Shōnan duo returned to the sidelines with smug expressions.

"Now Coach Hanamura should know which kind of work is the best!"

"That's right, let Coach Hanamura disappoint them, that way..."

The two sang in unison, without trying to conceal their voices at all.

As he spoke, his eyes would occasionally dart toward Coach Fudomine's bench.

In fact, these tactics and methods of verbal attack were all taught to them by Hanamura Aoi.

After winning three games in one fell swoop, they followed their initial plan and used their momentum to suppress Fudomine's momentum.

If these free verbal attacks can affect the performance of the Fudomine players.

Then they achieved their goal.

It's just polite talk anyway; it doesn't cost anything to say, so why not take advantage of it?

However, the scene they had envisioned— Hanamura Aoi reprimanding the team members—did not occur.

"You two did a great job, keep it up."

As if she hadn't heard what was just said, Hanamura Aoi smiled approvingly, acknowledging the two's performance on the court.

However, changing the subject, Hanamura Aoi held up one finger and said, "This time, you can remove those weights during the competition. Go!"

"Yes, Coach."

Mori Tatsunori and Uchimura Kyosuke lit up with joy, and they quickly returned to the rest area on the sidelines to begin removing the "restrictions".

Yohei and Kohei on the other side wanted to increase their efforts, but unexpectedly, in the next instant, they saw the Fudomine duo unwrap the weights from their wristbands and remove them from their ankles.

Their smug expressions froze on the spot, a sense of horror rising within them.

"How could this be...?"

"Could it be that they just...?"

The two men's expressions turned grim. Fudomine had actually fielded a reserve player and was holding back his strength in such an important match?!

"That makes things much easier, Mori Tatsunori. We should get serious about catching up now."

Uchimura Kyosuke twisted his wrist and said with a relaxed expression.

"Then let's take care of them quickly." Mori Tatsunori's eyes were sharp as he coldly glared at the two incessantly chattering guys opposite him.

Soon.

The match resumed.

Then the situation on the field instantly reversed. It seemed like Jōsei Shōnan still in the lead, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that Fudomine had gained momentum.

"Damn it, do you think you can defeat us like this? Don't even think about it!"

Feeling humiliated, Tanaka Kouhei fought back and hit the ball back with all his might.

"Good timing!"

Upon seeing the tennis ball being hit towards him, Mori Tatsunori immediately yelled.

"Watch my Lightning Attack!"

Mori Tatsunori's arm muscles bulged suddenly as he swung his racket rapidly.

Bang!

He swung the racket with lightning speed, and the tennis ball, after leaving a blur, hurtled towards Tanaka Kouhei with astonishing speed.

"I can't see anything, and I can't hear anything either..."

Tanaka Kouhei froze slightly, realizing that his prized hearing had completely failed him at that moment.

Whoosh... Bang!

However, the landing point of a tennis ball doesn't lie; Mori Tatsunori's return hit landed on his sideline and bounced off the court in a flash.

Bang!

"Tie, score 3-3."

Bang!

"Game, Fudomine 4-3."

"Out of bounds, Fudomine scores, score 5-3."

In just twenty minutes, the seemingly victorious Jōsei Shōnan were overtaken and even Fudomine.

"This match is already decided, Shinji, let's go, I'll go warm up with you!"

Muneyoshi smiled calmly, then waved to Ibu Shinji was standing to the side.

He won't be playing in this match. Not only him, but Tachibana won't be playing either. Keith will be the one to anchor the game.

Because of her familiarity with Jōsei Shōnan, and with Muneyoshi's encouragement, Hanamura Aoi also resolved her inner conflicts, so when facing such an opponent, she decisively adopted a rather reckless approach.

This also serves as a test of the results of the intensive training these first-graders received recently.

Judging from their performance so far, they seem to be doing quite well.

Bang!

"Game, Fudomine wins, score 6-3."

Ten minutes later.

Muneyoshi and Ibu Shinji returned from warming up, just as the referee's voice rang out.

"The Kanto Tournament is now beginning. Fudomine will face Jōsei Shōnan in singles match three. Please enter the arena."

Ah~

As the referee's voice faded, a figure emerged from the Jōsei Shōnan players' area, instantly eliciting excited screams from their cheerleaders.

The screams and shouts were so loud that they drew everyone's attention.

Saeki Muneyoshi looked up and saw someone he recognized, someone he had beaten before, appear on the court.

"So it was this guy..."

However, the noise did not end; instead, it intensified, and the sounds began to converge.

A dozen or so girls in A-line skirts and school uniforms, known as the "Wakato Fan Club," were shouting loudly at the figure on the court.

"Ruo Ren! Ruo Ren! Ruo Ren, keep going! You're the best!"

"Ah... Ruo Ren, you're so handsome!"

This fierce fan culture even caught the attention of Muneyoshi, who was used to seeing the Hyotei Academy Atobe.

This was the first time they had ever seen a support group composed entirely of girls.

Wakato Hiroshi stood casually in the middle of the field, looking around and waving to the audience, just like a big star.

He would also occasionally blow kisses and flirt with the girls who cheered him on.

This action caused the Jōsei Shōnan cheerleaders to scream and cheer uncontrollably.

It seems like we'll be sitting on the ground in the next moment...

This scene made Muneyoshi's eyes twitch.

Even he doesn't have a team supporting him, so what makes that guy on the other side?

"Shinji, I don't care what method you use, you have to teach that guy a lesson, or I'll teach you a lesson when we get back!"

At this moment, Muneyoshi gave a death order to Ibu Shinji, who was about to take the stage.

Hearing Muneyoshi's tone, Ibu Shinji shuddered.

Poor guy, it's your own fault for making Muneyoshi jealous of your support.

At this moment, the members of Fudomine also reached a consensus and agreed on their views.

They all urged Ibu Shinji on.

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