Darkness Sweeps In

"Great, it's the captain!"

"Captain, let this guy know how amazing you are!"

"Captain Ohashi, please teach this ignorant brat a lesson."

Seeing that Ohashi Miku could no longer stand Muneyoshi's rudeness and was stepping up, the other regular players breathed a collective sigh of relief.

Saeki Muneyoshi's demeanor just now was truly terrifying.

With the captain stepping in, everything should be fine... right?

"Although you were recommended to the tennis club by the vice-principal, as a first-year, where do you get the nerve to challenge me?"

"What, do you want to be stripped of your regular status and go pick up balls with those guys?"

Ohashi's gaze was filled with rage, and as he spoke, he glanced sideways at the first and second-years picking up balls on another court.

Muneyoshi didn't answer. Seeing the opponent step up as he wished, a chilling glint flashed in his eyes, and he immediately reined in the overflowing mental energy.

He seemed to have returned to being an easily bullied first-year.

His goal today was Ohashi Miku and all the regulars, even Tony Oki. No one could stop him!

"Hey, are you a first-year so confident in your skills? Since you want a match, let's try it."

Spitting on the ground, since Saeki Muneyoshi dared to provoke him, Ohashi Miku didn't mind teaching this arrogant fellow a lesson.

He had already decided that even if the opponent begged for mercy later, he wouldn't go easy on him!

"Heh, just what I wanted!"

Hearing the undisguised threats and malice, Muneyoshi grinned ferociously.

He tossed his tennis bag aside and walked straight towards a nearby court.

Gazing at the figure across from him from afar, Muneyoshi felt a long-overdue sense of relief.

A smile also appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Actually, I should have lost my patience long ago!"

In the more than a month since the start of the school year, after joining the Fudomine tennis club, the negative emotions in his heart began to surge and accumulate.

Coupled with the bottleneck in the research and development of the Shining Shot, his goal of further progress was frustrated.

The desire to vent and destroy in his heart grew stronger. The decay and inaction within the Fudomine tennis club led to their direct elimination in the first round of the junior high championships.

How could he not be angry?

Frustration, anxiety, anger, annoyance, disappointment, dejection, self-blame, regret...

Regret for not changing sooner, annoyance for not choosing a different school when he had the chance.

This was probably a common problem for transmigrators like him; they always thought they were different, that they would thrive anywhere, and could even lead a trash school to rise.

He had misjudged the situation and overestimated himself.

He inherently looked down on the people in Fudomine, and the people in Fudomine didn't give him, the one who got in through the back door, a good look either.

He didn't even get a chance to play.

They all cast contemptuous glances at him.

All sorts of emotions continued to build up in Muneyoshi's heart, and he finally waited for this moment of explosion.

He desperately wanted to break through all the barriers in front of him, to destroy everything and everyone that hindered his advancement.

Then, let it begin with this ball!

The fire of revolution, the fire of destruction, the fire of rebirth for Fudomine should all be ignited by his hands.

Tap, tap, tap...

Lightly tapping the tennis ball, the anger in Muneyoshi's chest, under the effect of his mental energy, began to merge with the dark, violent emotions accumulated in his heart.

The highly condensed mental energy made his eyes seem to burn with a scorching flame, but Muneyoshi quickly restrained it.

Swish!

He tossed the tennis ball straight up, then his whole body tensed, his beautiful muscle lines faintly visible beneath his clothes.

He bent slightly, then jumped up abruptly, his center of gravity moving steadily from bottom to top, bending his knees and twisting his elbow slightly.

"Bang!"

A crisp sound. The tennis ball, like a yellow flash, streaked through the air and, as if rehearsed thousands of times, landed firmly in the service line's inverted triangle.

"Ace, 15-0."

"Hiss... Good, good shot!"

Ohashi Miku, who had been looking down on him and intending to teach him a lesson, was instantly stunned. The other regulars watching the spectacle suddenly jumped up.

But their surprise was about to continue.

"Bang!"

"Ace, 30-0."

"Bang!"

"Ace, 40-0."

"Bang!"

"Serve ace, 1-0."

"What, am I seeing this right? Our captain can't even return the ball!"

"This kid is actually this strong..."

Ohashi Miku naturally heard the regular members' discussions. The unconscious praise for Muneyoshi only fueled his anger further.

If before he had only been dissatisfied with Muneyoshi, then at this moment, his gaze towards Saeki Muneyoshi was filled with undisguised disgust and gloom.

"Damn you, if you're like this... then what am I?"

Ohashi Miku tightly gripped the tennis ball, veins bulging on his arm, his eyes red as he stared at Muneyoshi: "Die, I want you to die!"

"Bang!"

Ohashi Miku's ball, filled with rage, was completely unreserved, flying directly at Muneyoshi's face.

A grimace twisted Muneyoshi's lips. He had already noticed Fudomine's underhanded tactics while observing their match against Seigaku.

Compared to a baseball field, this was even less honorable.

If a baseball field still involved sneak attacks on body parts, then Ohashi Miku at this moment was completely attacking the opponent's body.

"Since that's the case, then don't blame me!"

Stomp!

Muneyoshi took a step back with his left foot and raised his elbow to the right.

"Raise Fire to the Heavens!"

"Bang!"

"Ah..."

The tennis ball, upon reaching Muneyoshi, was hit back with even greater force. The ball flew across the court and slammed heavily into Ohashi Miku's stomach as he landed.

It knocked him down directly, the immense force making him taste sweetness in his mouth.

"What? The esteemed Fudomine Tennis Club captain only has this much skill?"

Seeing Ohashi Miku half-crouched on the ground, Saeki Muneyoshi's eyes were ice-cold, his tone laced with disdain, devoid of any warmth.

"You... you... damn you!"

"Haa!"

Struggling to get up, Ohashi Miku was a mess, but he still managed to hit a ball with all his might.

Bang!

The speed of this shot was incredibly fast, surpassing Ohashi Miku's usual strength, causing the many regular players watching from the sidelines to sigh inwardly:

"As expected, the captain's strength is definitely not something we can catch up to."

This shot would be difficult for the other Fudomine regulars to return.

But for Saeki Muneyoshi, who had already stepped into the national realm and taken a big stride forward, it was nothing.

In an instant, Muneyoshi appeared before the ball.

His heart filled with malice and negative emotions, Muneyoshi didn't hold back now. The violent emotions meant he didn't control his strength either, but swung his racket with all his might.

What he wanted was not Fudomine, which had become a cesspool, but to completely destroy it.

He didn't want the regulars to submit; he wanted them to fear!

Moreover, at this moment, only with overwhelming strength could he vent the rage in his heart.

"Boom!"

The tennis ball, with a huge whistling sound wave, turned into a beam of light and descended towards Ohashi Miku's side of the court.

Thump...

Like a falling stone, the tennis ball kicked up dust upon landing, then bounced up at an even faster speed, like a giant dragon, flying towards Ohashi Miku's face with a piercing whistle.

"Ah..."

Drops of blood splattered, and Ohashi Miku cried out in pain again.

The terrifying force sent him flying backward, smashing heavily against the iron fence behind him.

"How is this possible..."

Tony Oki, who had heard the commotion outside earlier, walked out of his office and happened to witness this scene. His face instantly turned ashen with shock.

Saeki Muneyoshi's return shot had far exceeded his imagination as a junior high coach.

This was not the realm of junior high students!

"Stop..."

"Bastard, stop it!"

"Stop! First-year brat, are you trying to kill someone?!"

Tony Oki instinctively wanted to intervene, but his words were drowned out by the voices of the other regular players before he could even speak.

Their eyes were filled with terror, bloodshot, seemingly frightened by Muneyoshi's current state.

However, the youthful passion stirred them to shout out their protests.

But Muneyoshi, already in a "peculiar" state, wouldn't listen to their commands.

At this moment, he felt as if he were trapped in an endless dark swamp, with boundless negative emotions forming vast nets that enveloped him, making it impossible to break free.

An suffocating and oppressive feeling swept through his entire being, constantly being squeezed, sinking deeper and deeper.

Until a certain breaking point!

"Saeki Muneyoshi, what are you doing? How dare you lay hands on your senior captain? Do you still want to stay in the tennis club, you damn thing!"

Tony Oki's voice was like the final fuse, igniting all his anger.

His extremely concentrated mental power seemed to ignite a raging fire within his heart.

These spiritual flames burned along the great nets that ensnared him.

The extreme negative emotions that continuously erupted and attacked him became the best fuel.

"Hah! It's all your fault, you damn guy, that Fudomine has become like this!"

His vision returned, and Muneyoshi saw Tony Oki standing on the opposite side of the court, along with the other Fudomine regulars who had surrounded Ohashi Miku.

He saw them preparing to carry her away...

"Who told you to take her away?"

Muneyoshi's voice was like cold, ruthless ice and snow as he indifferently stared at everyone opposite him:

"Since you're all here, then immerse yourselves in this dark tearing!"

"Who do you think you are?"

Muneyoshi's words instantly ignited the emotions of everyone else, and they picked up their rackets, tossed tennis balls, and hit them towards him.

"Hah!"

Seeing this, Muneyoshi also pulled out two balls and tossed them into the air: "It's about time. Now, sink!"

A cluster of unyielding dark light swirled around his palm, enveloping the tennis balls.

A dim, hard-to-describe aura appeared on the pale yellow tennis balls, as if countless extreme emotions were intertwined on them.

It seemed capable of evoking bad memories and emotions in those who faced him.

This was not the light Muneyoshi desired; it was darkness!

Tzii~

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!

The sound of eight tennis balls being hit formed a sound barrier, tearing through the space of the court, obscuring all vision, and swallowing endless light.

Like a slowly rising curtain of shadow, it concealed all light, whistling towards the regular players and the coach.

Screams instantly echoed throughout the entire court...

However, Muneyoshi's fury did not stop with their screams.

Instead, their howls made the dark, shadowy light surrounding him shine even brighter.

Those wails were the most exquisite delicacy that fueled the spread of darkness!

Swish swish swish...

Another eight tennis balls were tossed up, and in the hands of the completely frenzied Muneyoshi, they were once again launched towards the people on the opposite court.

Blood stained everyone's bodies.

He, Saeki Muneyoshi.

Was never a man with a good temper!

ps: Apologies to all my esteemed readers, Danyang is typing at the company. It just thundered and rained, and the company lost power directly. I was so scared. Fortunately, I have the habit of saving my work in documents at any time, otherwise, it would have been wiped out. I haven't split chapters or padded the word count, I've combined them into over 3,000 words and posted them. I know you all don't like the Fudomine plot, so I'll quickly move on to the next part. Also, please vote with your recommendation tickets and monthly passes!