The Unstoppable Champions of Fudomine

Bang!

Bang!

On the field.

After the third ball was played.

Fuji and Yukimura immediately engaged in a fierce battle, showcasing a variety of skills that dazzled the spectators on the sidelines.

Bang!

Fuji's racket swung, creating a trail of afterimages in the air with the help of the gentle breeze!

Yukimura 'Fuji high-speed spinning counterattack once again, and then his wrist began to slash downwards.

Phoenix Flash!

As the tennis ball flew across the court, leaving a long white trail, just when the Seigaku team thought they were about to score, Yukimura reappeared at the net.

Just as the tennis ball was about to hit the ground, he swung his racket and lifted it, instantly turning the flying ball around and slamming it heavily onto Fuji's left bottom corner.

"Game! Rikkai Dai Yukimura Seiichi scores, the score is 1:0."

"Change venues!"

"What a powerful and troublesome opponent!"

Looking at Yukimura across from him, Fuji's face revealed a hint of helplessness. In just the first game, Yukimura had already demonstrated his superior strength in every aspect.

On the service line.

Yukimura's gaze swept over Fuji. He did not relax at all because of his victory in the first game. On the contrary, his aura became more solid as the game continued.

He gripped the tennis ball in his hand, and a layer of silvery-white light emanated from Yukimura's eyes.

"Um?"

"This is..."

Sensing the change in Yukimura's aura, Muneyoshi's gaze instantly focused on Yukimura from the sidelines.

"So you're already planning to make your move so soon, Yukimura!" Saeki Muneyoshi's lips curled up slightly at the sight of Yukimura's expression.

He sensed an incredibly vibrant surge of spiritual energy emanating from Yukimura. It seemed that after his previous defeat and injuries, Yukimura's spiritual energy had undergone a transformation.

With a flick of his wrist, Yukimura tossed the tennis ball into the air, then swung his arm rapidly from back to front.

Bang!

With a loud bang, the tennis ball flew out of Yukimura's half of the court, swiftly passing by Fuji's feet before disappearing into the distance!

"ACE, Yukimura Seiichi, 15:0."

"That's right, Yukimura!"

"Yukimura! Win this match!"

Sanada Genichirou's serious face finally softened, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"High-speed serve?"

"But compared to that, this sudden increase in mental pain is even more concerning! Is this the path of Yukimura Seiichi's Mental Power Path?"

Shedding the chilling, stinging sensation, Fuji exhaled a breath of stale air.

Having witnessed Yukimura's true strength, he, Tezuka, and Akutsu reviewed their strategies for facing such an opponent several times.

Although they hadn't experienced it firsthand, they had discussed several solutions.

The most important point is to always stay true to yourself and never be swayed by Yukimura's spirit.

Bang!

Yukimura once again unleashed a high-speed serve.

A chilling mental energy enveloped the tennis ball, and a silvery-white light swept towards it. Even just approaching the tennis ball, Fuji felt a chill as it hit the ground.

Fuji appeared at the landing point of the tennis ball, swinging his racket. The tennis ball, which had just bounced, seemed to be glued to the racket and danced with Fuji's arm.

The fourth counterattack – Mayfly Cover!

By using wrist rotation.

This move completely erases all the spin carried by the tennis ball, and its essence is reminiscent of Muneyoshi's Glowing Flame and Sanada Genichirou 'Gentle as the Forest of Delight.

Bang!

"Drink up, and get over there!"

The tennis ball leaped from Fuji's racket, and time seemed to stand still for a moment before landing on Rikkai Dai's half of the court.

"Hmm? There's a new return shot? Is this sense of displacement... like a mayfly?" Yukimura frowned slightly after sensing Fuji's return.

That slight lag had little effect on his powerful mental strength as the tennis ball crossed the net.

Yukimura immediately began to move, chasing after the point where the tennis ball had landed.

Bang!

This mayfly tactic didn't have much effect on Yukimura.

"It's not working at all? This is really troublesome..."

Sensing Yukimura's retaliation, Fuji's azure eyes revealed a hint of excitement, and the fighting spirit in his eyes grew stronger.

However, Fuji did not give up. He quickly started moving and chased after the tennis ball with all his might.

His foot slipped, and he intercepted the tennis ball once again...

Just as Yukimura's return bounced up, Fuji's racket precisely enveloped the tennis ball.

He then slammed the racket vertically downwards, rubbing the tennis ball against the racket face. After that, he flipped the racket, applying Fuji the spin to the tennis ball.

The Hecatoncheires' Guard!

A blinding white light shone on the court, and Fuji's cold voice echoed, "Your return shot will never get over the net again!"

"Fuji are you talking about, Fuji? There's no way we can cross the net again! How is that possible?!"

The people of Rikkai Dai scoffed at this claim, but they were quickly proven wrong.

Because Yukimura's counterattack really didn't get over the net.

Whether it's a smash, Lob, or a shot with the opposite spin, the tennis ball always lands directly in front of the net.

One ball, two balls...

Faced with Yukimura's fierce offensive.

Fuji relied on his two ball techniques, Mayfly Cover and Hundred-Armed Giant Protection, to continuously defend against Yukimura's attacks!

Bang!

"Game, Seigaku of Fuji Shusuke scores, score 3-3."

Bang!

"Fuji Shusuke scores, score 40:30."

Several more rounds followed.

Fuji once again reached match point, but his expression shows no sign of relief; instead, it grows increasingly serious.

"What did Yukimura do...?"

Looking at the survivor before him, Fuji's gaze sharpened, and the radiance of the Hundred-Armed Giant's Guard once again enveloped his racket.

However, the next second, Fuji suddenly felt his arm was empty, even though he could see the racket, he couldn't feel anything.

"Oh no!"

Thud~

Fuji was deprived of the tactile sensation of holding the racket, and his racket was knocked away by Yukimura's shot.

This sudden fear jolted Fuji's mind, and the sensation in his arm was just the beginning.

Just as Fuji was about to crouch down and pick up the fallen racket, Fuji suddenly went dark.

Snap!

Fuji, who had crouched down, immediately lost consciousness and collapsed onto the court...

"Match ended. Due to Fuji Shusuke Seigaku's Rikkai Dai's Yukimura Seiichi won this match, with a score of 6-3."

In the National Tournament Semifinals, Rikkai Dai Affiliated Middle School Seigaku. Rikkai Dai won with a record of three wins and two losses, advancing to the finals.

"Let's go, our opponent for the finals has been decided!"

Watching the two teams preparing to shake hands on the court, Muneyoshi led the Fudomine team off the court.

However, Yukimura was also preparing to leave, called out loudly, "Muneyoshi, wait a minute!"

After saying that, he led the Rikkai Dai students toward Fudomine.

One team wore a black main uniform, while the other wore a khaki uniform. They interacted directly in the stands during the Semifinals, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

"Wow! Fudomine and Rikkai Dai are about to clash?!"

"Such a powerful aura! In this atmosphere, I probably wouldn't even be able to stand up if I went in!"

The onlookers whispered among themselves, assuming that the two teams were trying to make some tough talk before the game, so they wanted to listen carefully.

Everyone fell silent, and a terrifying silence descended upon the surroundings.

"I never expected to end up facing Rikkai Dai again. Yukimura, welcome back healthy."

Muneyoshi smiled slightly, breaking the silence first.

"Muneyoshi, thank you so much for your help. You saved my tennis career, thank you!"

Yukimura's unusual politeness piqued the curiosity of the uninformed audience.

However, after Yukimura finished expressing his gratitude, everyone at Rikkai Dai held their breath, and a chilling atmosphere descended upon them.

"But this time in the National Tournament, Rikkai Dai will fight tooth and nail to win this match and defend our title! I hope Fudomine will also be prepared to face our revenge, Muneyoshi!"

When he said those words, Yukimura's eyes gleamed with a dangerous light. He and all the members of Rikkai Dai would never want to taste the bitterness of defeat in the Kanto Tournament again.

"Haha... Yukimura, didn't you guys say something similar during the Kanto Tournament?"

Muneyoshi took a step forward, single-handedly holding off the entire Rikkai Dai team's momentum. Then Tachibana Kippei and Keith also took a step forward.

"Having confidence is one thing, but our victory at Fudomine is unstoppable!"

At this moment, everyone at Fudomine was in high spirits; they were creating their Fudomine legend.

"Hmph, let's settle this in the finals, Muneyoshi!"

Yukimura gave a deep look at everyone from Fudomine, then led the Rikkai Dai students away.

"See you in the finals, Yukimura!"

Muneyoshi then led Fudomine toward the exit. The two were so close that they could hardly see each other, but their steps were perfectly synchronized.

Only after the two teams left did the people around breathe a sigh of relief.

Many people touched their backs; during the brief clash between the two teams, many of their backs were already soaked with sweat.

Walking back to his residence, Muneyoshi realized that it would still be dark some time before the final competition, and there were still two days of rest before the final match.

Thinking of this, Muneyoshi stopped and turned around, smiling broadly as he said:

"Anyway, Fudomine making it to the finals is historic, and everyone's probably starving. A good meal after the match would be perfect, so let's go out for yakiniku tonight!"

At the same time, Muneyoshi turned to Tachibana An with a smile, "An, we should still have plenty of funds for this event, right?"

"Yes, almost nothing was used, including the cost of accommodation!"

"Since that's the case, what are we waiting for? Let's go get some barbecue! An, go call Coach Hanamura!"

"Long live the Minister!!"

"Haha, I know there's a place not far from the dojo. I used to eat there all the time, and it's really good!"

Muneyoshi's suggestion was met with approval from many, especially Kamio and Ibu Shinji, who are big fans of yakiniku (grilled meat).

"Muneyoshi, isn't this a bit much? It's only the Semifinals after all."

Tachibana Kippei hesitated for a moment. If something went wrong and he was embarrassed after opening champagne halfway through the event, it would be a real mess.

"What's wrong, Tachibana? Ask Keith, Lin Xiu, Kamio, Ishida, and Shinji. Don't you have any confidence in yourself?"

Muneyoshi patted Tachibana Kippei on the shoulder.

"And what are you thinking? We're just going out for dinner. Anyway, we still have plenty of money, and it would be a waste not to use it."

"Think about the Kanto Tournament again. If we win, the dinner party will just be a meeting with school leaders, which is completely meaningless."

Tachibana Kippei hesitated slightly, then shuddered as he thought about what would happen after their Kanto Tournament.

If Coach Hanamura hadn't arranged for everyone to get together beforehand, they probably wouldn't have had any intention of having a meal together after the school's actions.

Moreover, now that Tachibana Kippei's personality has been somewhat influenced by Muneyoshi, in addition to his composure, he has also become a bit arrogant. Thinking about it again, he is full of confidence in himself.

"Alright then, let's go together."

Tachibana Kippei nodded.

Not far from Fudomine, the Rikkai Dai, who were waiting for the train back to Kanagawa, naturally overheard Muneyoshi and the others discussing what they were talking about.

"Damn it, those guys from Fudomine are way too arrogant! They don't even respect us, and they're celebrating with barbecue at a time like this?!"

At this moment, the hot-tempered Kirihara Akaya's eyes Kirihara Akaya, and he almost activated his Demonization.

"Kirihara, remember we are the losers of the Kanto Tournament. Winners always have the privilege of looking down on the losers, but you must swallow this feeling of shame and turn it into motivation to move forward!"

Yukimura calmly pressed down on Kirihara, whose emotions were fluctuating wildly.

"Yes, Minister! We must make Fudomine pay in the finals!"

Kirihara Akaya was filled with resentment.

"Yes, I believe you. Let's go."

"Yes!"

Actually, the schedule for this National Tournament is a bit tighter than the first year.

Of course, this time constraint is relative to the group stage elimination rounds. In the Semifinals and finals, there is still plenty of time.

After the Semifinals, the organizers gave both teams a week to rest and adjust before the finals.

After resting for a night in Chiba, Muneyoshi and the others returned to Tokyo early the next morning. Once back at school, they naturally had to attend another school meeting.

Fortunately, Fudomine now has a coach, so Hanamura Aoi handles all these matters.

If someone like Yukimura Seiichi were to simultaneously serve as both captain and coach, Muneyoshi would probably be driven crazy.

A few days later, Hanamura Aoi suddenly revealed some news to Muneyoshi during training.

The National Tournament Organizing Committee received a document from the Japan Tennis Association indicating that the rules for tennis competitions will soon be adjusted.

Muneyoshi was stunned when he heard the news. Then he remembered that he had been reborn for more than ten years and had almost forgotten many details.

However, he can remember things like rule adjustments if you point them out; all of this is in preparation for next year's World Tournament.

The Japan Tennis Association's rule adjustments always follow the changes made by the World Tennis Association. Now that the rules are being adjusted ahead of schedule, they will have more time to adapt.

Regardless of how you look at it, it's a good thing.

P. S.: "Only one chapter today. I originally wanted to write about the match in detail, but I wrote it and then deleted it all. It would have been too long. Fudomine."

There's only one chapter today. Actually, I wrote about the match between Fuji and Yukimura last night. The details of the match alone were about three thousand words long, but when I wrote it, I felt like I was missing the point and was putting the cart before the horse.

After all, everyone can guess that Fuji is no Yukimura now, and Fuji hasn't reached the point of comprehending the Eye of the Mind. So writing about this would be a bit of a waste of time, so the draft was scrapped, and the subjective perspective was shifted back to the main characters.

The National Tournament chapters are fast-paced, as each chapter basically represents one competition, so the word count may Great Unity. I've tried to keep the word count as high as possible to make it more enjoyable for everyone.

I'll still update with around 8,000 words tomorrow, I can't stay up late anymore, it's making my hair fall out.