I'll Take the Trophy for Myself
"You actually managed to receive it! Your data seems quite accurate. Let's continue!"
Although Yanagi Renji was unable to retaliate, the data that captured his habits and characteristics still made Keith frown.
Immediately afterwards, toss the ball and swing the racket!
Bang!
This time, Keith didn't use any special hitting techniques; he just swung the ball with a simple, powerful swing.
A more powerful strike rang out, and the tennis ball gained even more kinetic energy from the racket.
The tennis ball transformed into a pale yellow beam of light, flashing past Yanagi Renji's feet in an instant.
"It was just a normal serve, but the body posture was 6% different from the first serve, yet the ball speed increased by 2%. Wow, that's powerful..."
"We have to get that ball back..."
With Yanagi Renji's footwork, the ball's speed and landing point weren't too difficult to find.
With his body swaying to the side and a quick forward stride, Yanagi Renji held his racket horizontally, lowering the racket head to wait for the tennis ball to bounce up.
Bang!
"Utsusemi..."
The tennis ball was sliced at high speed on the racket, reducing the impact by three-tenths, and then flew back as a streak of white light.
As the tennis ball flew across the center line, it seemed as if all the spin on the ball was canceled out.
If this ball were to land, it would not bounce at all and would simply roll and slide away.
Keith was well aware of this; he had already seen his opponent's signature move back in the Kanto Tournament.
With a few swift strides, he reached the net like a ghost.
"What amazing speed!"
In the audience, Oshitari Kenya and Shiraishi's eyes widened. The speed that Keith had just displayed was almost reaching their current limit.
"Very good move, Keith, but I'm taking this point!"
Seeing Keith's actions, Yanagi Renji was not surprised at all and spoke calmly.
"Oh..."
Keith gave a cold laugh and ignored him.
His calf muscles tensed, and he stepped on the side of his foot, Keith the momentum of his sprint.
Before the tennis ball could even hit the ground, Keith slammed his racket down on it again, his racket now possessing the acceleration of a sprinter.
Bang!
A pale blue ring of air suddenly appeared on the tennis ball, an astonishing wave of air surged, and a whistling sound rang out. The tennis ball instantly transformed into a sky full of air currents, attacking Yanagi Renji's baseline.
"Fudomine Keith, score 30-0."
Bang!
Bang!
Having gained absolute control, Keith no longer held back. Knowing that Yanagi Renji had indeed mastered his data, Keith began to unleash his full power.
Just like he said, what good is knowing the opponent's data?
To translate this data into a final score, the data collector's own capabilities are still essential.
And clearly, Yanagi Renji has only just begun to stand on the national stage.
If dealing with other opponents, knowing such detailed information might give them the potential to overcome stronger opponents.
However, compared to Keith's current strength, Yanagi Renji's own foundation is weak.
It's not yet supported that he can bridge the gap between them solely based on data.
"Rikkai Dai's Yanagi Renji..."
Keith's gaze drifted towards Yanagi Renji across from him; he had just felt a slight stiffness in the muscles of his arm.
He knew the muscle soreness was caused by the opponent constantly hitting corner shots that he hated and wasn't good at returning.
"Since that's the case, let's end it here..."
Seeing Yanagi Renji's continued retaliation, Keith's blue eyes turned cold.
Her slender figure arrived at the tennis path ahead of time, her short, light blonde hair fluttering in the wind.
With a gentle clench of his fist, countless streams of energy were stirred by Keith, and a streak of azure light appeared around his body.
Bang!
Keith swung his racket forward, and the ball of energy around him quickly shrank to the size of a washbasin.
Immediately afterwards, a concentrated burst of azure energy erupted, and a fierce gust of wind and mental pressure swept towards Yanagi Renji.
"Universal Gravitation!"
Keith's eyes flickered slightly, and his racket emitted a dangerous blue light as he yanked it sharply towards Yanagi Renji.
Tear it apart!
Thump!
"Game, Fudomine Keith, score 6-2."
" In the National Tournament Finals, Fudomine won the second singles match, tying the overall score at 2-2."
After a short break, the referee's voice came over the loudspeaker again.
"The Singles 1 is about to begin."
"The match between Saeki Muneyoshi Mori Juzaburo of Fudomine Junior High and Jusaburo Mori of Rikkai Dai High School, please bring your players to the stage."
"It's finally here!"
"It's come down to the decisive game after all..."
"Judging from this, Fudomine is really going to go all the way down the dark path!"
As the referee's voice faded, a huge murmur erupted from the crowd.
Even in their second encounter with Fudomine, and even in previous matches, Saeki Muneyoshi frequently played.
However, the strength he displayed was all understated; he never revealed his full, true power...
Moreover, Fudomine, who appeared as a dark horse in the National Tournament, is now facing the defending champion again, and the outcome is actually starting to tilt in Fudomine's favor.
This brought excited expressions to the faces of many students from other schools.
If Fudomine really wins the match, it will be a major event that will shake up the junior high school tennis world.
On the sidelines, a blush crept across Hanamura Aoi's face. She was also very excited, but her adult composure and feminine reserve kept her from doing so.
Seeing Muneyoshi standing in front of her, gently fiddling with the net strings of his racket, Hanamura Aoi opened her mouth slightly and uttered:
"In the final match of the National Tournament, the decisive game, the final blow sealed the victory, and we, Fudomine, personally claimed the championship... Muneyoshi, it seems perfect that you stepped up at the last moment."
"Don't worry, coach, I will bring the championship back."
Nodding, Muneyoshi smiled brightly.
"Rikkai Dai's Mori Juzaburo, what a pity! If they hadn't faced Saeki Muneyoshi's Fudomine, they probably would have won two consecutive championships!"
Inoue Mamoru the sidelines, raised his camera and took several pictures of the two players on the court before putting it down.
This time, he was determined to document Muneyoshi's heroic figure.
However, upon seeing Yukimura on the sidelines of Rikkai Dai and Mouri on the field, Inoue Mamoru felt a pang of regret.
That was a pity that Rikkai Dai their title.
A moment later...
Mouri also came to the net, his face becoming extremely serious, no longer showing any of the laziness or playfulness he had shown when facing opponents before.
"Nice to meet you, Mouri- senpai!"
"Please give me your guidance, Saeki -kun!"
Mouri glanced at Saeki Muneyoshi, who was shorter than him. The man had a half-smile on his face, seemingly quite interested in him.
He used to show this expression to others often; it was an expression he only made when hunting.
Mouri had expected to be angry when he saw that expression, but he wasn't.
He thought of the strength that Saeki Muneyoshi had displayed, a level that had surpassed his own.
No!
It is a realm that transcends oneself by several levels.
Sensing this, a hint of fighting spirit appeared in Mouri's eyes.
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