Hyotei Academy

Hyotei Academy, the number one most luxurious school in the Kanto region.

The school grounds cover an area of 36,845 square meters, with an elegant campus environment and complete facilities.

The school has rich club activities, and the most famous club is, of course, the tennis club, which is known as the best in Tokyo Metropolis and among the top four in the nation.

Saeki Muneyoshi glanced at the incredibly luxurious academy before him, smiled, and then walked into the school.

He wasn't here for a tour today. He hoped the other party wouldn't mind.

"But what tone should I use?"

As he walked, Muneyoshi's mind constantly replayed how he should approach Atobe to challenge him to a match.

"Classmate Atobe, I admire you greatly, please play a match with me..."

A scene flashed through his mind, and Muneyoshi's body was covered in goosebumps that fell to the ground. He quickly banished the thought.

"Hey, Atobe, want to see my tennis? Let's play a match..."

Muneyoshi shook his head again. "No, that's too silly!"

"Atobe, I heard you're quite skilled. Let me see your tennis!"

He kept imagining scenarios in his mind, finally finding an opening that was somewhat satisfactory. However, constantly thinking about it made him a bit troubled and annoyed.

"Forget it, I'll take it one step at a time. I'll just go with the flow."

Thump, thump.

The sound of tennis balls being hit reached his ears.

"Finally found it!"

Hyotei Academy was much larger than Fudomine, and it took Muneyoshi a long time to find the tennis club.

As he got closer to the courts, a familiar feeling returned, and the flame hidden in his heart flickered involuntarily.

At this moment, he felt as if he had returned to the training grounds of Fudomine.

Sensing the change in his aura, Muneyoshi chuckled inwardly. It seemed "Darkness" was still affecting him.

However, this small change was nothing significant.

He then casually swept his hair back with one hand, tilted his head slightly, and swaggered through the entrance.

His attention-grabbing aura quickly drew the attention of the club members practicing on the court.

When the Hyotei regulars weren't practicing, the courts were used by the reserve members who were diligent in attendance and training.

With over two hundred club members, Hyotei Academy's tennis atmosphere was much more intense compared to the sparse few members of the Fudomine tennis club before.

"Stop! Classmate, are you a member of the tennis club?"

Seeing Saeki Muneyoshi's unfamiliar face and his aura that didn't fit Hyotei Academy at all, the members who frequently practiced on the court quickly noticed something was off.

Although he was wearing ordinary casual clothes without any school identification, it was immediately clear he wasn't a member of Hyotei's first or second team.

Furthermore, his appearance was completely unfamiliar, and coupled with his roguish, playful demeanor... this guy was here to cause trouble!

Just as expected...

"I heard you have a guy named Atobe Keigo here who's very strong?"

"Tell him to come out and play a match with me!"

For some reason, Muneyoshi's tone completely deviated from the scenarios he had envisioned, becoming somewhat flippant and mocking.

Perhaps this was his true nature?

Or had "Darkness" caused some change on a mental level?

However, before Muneyoshi could dwell on it, his words quickly drew the displeasure of everyone on the court.

"Hey, where did you come from, kid? How dare you call the captain's name so casually!"

"You! Watch your tone!"

"You bastard, you're here to pick a fight, aren't you!"

Muneyoshi's words ignited the indignation of all the club members on the court, and shouts of reprimand came from the gathering crowd.

Seeing this, Muneyoshi felt a slight pang.

Even though he had only been enrolled for a little over a month, "Lord Atobe's" personal charm had already begun to shine through.

Despite his arrogant and narcissistic personality, he had managed to earn the genuine respect of the Hyotei tennis club members so quickly.

"Compared to these popular characters from the original story, he's far too inferior now."

Muneyoshi gave a self-deprecating smile.

As it turned out, this was precisely the case. Ever since joining the tennis club, Atobe had begun implementing sweeping reforms.

Now, even some of the second and third-year students carried out the training assigned by Atobe without compromise.

This kind of charisma quickly attracted a large following who gathered under his banner.

Saeki Muneyoshi's words and demeanor just now were filled with disdain for Atobe, which was a grave mistake. It was like poking a hornet's nest.

Everyone rushed forward, wanting to teach Muneyoshi, this guy who appeared out of nowhere, a lesson.

Seeing that his words and expression had ignited Hyotei's fury, Muneyoshi felt a little pleased.

This way, he wouldn't have to worry about not having anyone to play with. He then intensified his tone.

"What are you babbling about? Since your captain is a coward unwilling to come out, then you guys..."

A trace of dark and terrifying aura seeped out. Muneyoshi, who had been suppressing it in his heart, released the imperfectly controlled aura again, and the flames flared up once more.

The court, which had been clamoring moments before, instantly fell silent. The bright training court seemed to be enveloped in a layer of dark gauze.

All the club members looked at Muneyoshi uneasily, as if gazing into an endless abyss.

Muneyoshi took out his racket and walked to the center of the court. At this moment, a clear and cold voice came from outside the court.

"It seems another incredible monster has come to the tennis club?"

A chilling aura emanated from behind him. Muneyoshi also turned his head, his eyes immediately lighting up.

He saw a young man with short, dark blue hair and flat-rimmed glasses standing coldly at the entrance of the tennis club.

"Oshitari Yushi. Since he's here, Atobe probably won't be far behind..."

A slight smirk played on Muneyoshi's lips. The current Oshitari Yushi posed no threat to him, but he could serve as a warm-up match.

"That's great, it's Oshitari-kun!"

"Oshitari-kun, please, you must teach this arrogant guy who came to the tennis club to cause trouble a lesson!"

Seeing the real regulars appear, the Hyotei club members breathed a collective sigh of relief. The momentary darkness that had enveloped them earlier was truly terrifying.

Oshitari, amidst the barrage of chatter from the club members, understood the situation.

With a flash of his glasses, Oshitari glanced coldly at Muneyoshi in the center of the court.

"Is someone from another school challenging us? Interesting."

"But to arrogantly step into Hyotei's grounds like this... If I encounter you, and don't teach you a lesson, I'm afraid Atobe won't be able to pass it..."

A piercing gaze flashed. Oshitari nodded and gently adjusted his glasses. He had decided to teach this arrogant fellow in front of him a lesson.

"I don't know who you are, but are you confident enough to play a match?"

"Heh heh, that's exactly what I want!"

With a slight smile, Muneyoshi merely gave a subtle nod, seemingly indifferent to who his opponent was.

In fact, the changes on the court completely exceeded everyone's expectations. In less than ten minutes, the situation was completely one-sided.

Sizzle sizzle...

Clack!

Oshitari's clothes were completely soaked in sweat. His wrist felt incredibly heavy with every shot he received.

Muneyoshi's tennis had too much penetration. This time, it made him directly drop his racket.

"Saeki Muneyoshi scores, 15-0."

Bang!

"30-0"

Bang!

"Game, Saeki Muneyoshi leads, score 5-0."

Picking up his racket again, he gently pressed his wrist. The now red and swollen wrist sent a slight ache through Oshitari.

He knew he was nearing his limit, while the opponent's strength remained unfathomable.

He probably still had some strength left.

But...

Oshitari's gaze flashed with determination. He was a regular at Hyotei!

A coldness emerged from him. Oshitari regained his composure. The scattered aura began to gather slightly again. He wouldn't admit defeat so easily.

"Alright, let's stop here!"

Just as the tennis ball was tossed into the air, an elegant voice came from the entrance.

A young man wearing a Hyotei regular uniform, with a handsome appearance and a tear mole near his eye, appeared on the court. Behind him, all the Hyotei tennis club regulars had also arrived!

Leading them was the Hyotei captain, Atobe Keigo!

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