Champions, the Glory of the Black Legion

The Rikkai Dai students watched as Mori Juzaburo ran across the court, unleashing his full potential in a way they had never seen before.

The heart, which had become somewhat subdued after the certain defeat, was now burning with renewed passion.

With such predecessors leading the charge for them, what excuse do they have to give up?

Therefore, inspired by the Mouri spirit, everyone at Rikkai Dai stood up from their seats.

Bang!

"Game! Rikkai Dai's Mori Juzaburo scores, 1-4!"

Seeing that Mouri had actually managed to win a game back from Muneyoshi, Rikkai University, who was about to cheer loudly Rikkai Dai covered their mouths.

At this moment, Mouri is asleep; if their cheers wake him, it would be a sin.

However, their eyes were now filled with hope.

However, Muneyoshi ignored all of this. His eyes were full of praise as he looked at Mouri. It was amazing that someone could reach this level without training.

"He's a true genius!"

Through repeated confrontations, he gained a full understanding of the Mouri's strength.

His earlier prediction was correct; under his unrestrained and complete power, Mori Juzaburo was indeed the strongest middle school student besides himself.

Mouri was completely absorbed in the game, swinging his racket continuously, each shot clean and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

However, the snoring coming from him made him seem out of place on the court.

"However, if that's all you can do, it won't solve anything. It really wasn't easy to force you into this state."

"However, your tennis journey poses no threat to me. This concludes the experience segment!"

Dark rays of light emanated from Muneyoshi 'Muneyoshi body, and the energy that had been suppressed within him spread throughout the entire area.

Bang!

Another ball landed, flashing with an eerie light, and once again, the tennis ball flew out of the Mouri baseline amidst the tug-of-war.

"Game Fudomine Saeki Muneyoshi scores, score 5-1!"

The last goal.

"Mori Juzaburo, may you, with your talent, sink into darkness!"

A faint black light shone in his eyes, and the entire stadium seemed to be shrouded in a veil of darkness.

However, Mouri, who was asleep, couldn't see any of this.

Even if they can't see it, the seeds of Glowing Flame that have already filled Mouri's heart are only one spark away from being ignited.

Dreams fill the branches, Nightfall Ballad!

Bang!

A terrifying purple-black light swept past, and Mouri's previously slumbering figure suddenly stiffened, then went limp and collapsed onto the field.

"Game! Saeki Muneyoshi of Fudomine Junior High wins, score 6-1!"

Seeing Mouri collapse to the ground, the referee immediately went over to check on him. After discovering that he had simply passed out from exhaustion, the referee allowed the Rikkai Dai players to enter the arena.

"Mouri- senpai..."

The seaweed outside the field took the lead, rushed onto the field, and helped the collapsed Mouri up. Then Sanada, Niou, Marui and others also entered the field and surrounded Mouri.

"Huff... huff... cough cough..."

Across the field, Mouri had fallen into a "coma," was awakened by the crowd.

The moment he awoke, intense pain, the drain on his energy, and a surge of negative emotions overwhelmed him all at once.

Upon waking, Mouri was unable to utter a single word for a long time, only able to gasp for breath.

Fine beads of sweat kept oozing from his body and dripping down.

As a singles player, Mouri's stamina is indeed his weakness, especially in best-of-three matches.

Although the match against Muneyoshi was only a single game to decide the winner, he gave it his all.

Whether it's a dislocated joint or Sleep State, it's all about the combined application of physical gifts and mental strength.

(Note: I spent a long time looking for this ability based on the descriptions, and found that it is mental strength, which seems to be the ability to endure and suppress pain.)

Mouri is the type of person who can rally and burn with passion in adversity, and who can endure the excruciating pain of a dislocated joint while remaining fully focused on the game.

They are the type who can better unleash their power when facing opponents stronger than themselves.

However, Mouri's extremely rare burst of full power unexpectedly encountered Saeki Muneyoshi.

Looking at the smiling figure opposite him, Mouri seemed to recall the pain he had just experienced, and his heart sank further.

"So this is Yukimura felt—the despair and helplessness he experienced back then..."

With the help of his teammates, he struggled to his feet.

Mouri, who originally treated tennis as a game, truly unleashed his potential when facing Saeki Muneyoshi, but failed to experience the tennis joy he desired.

Instead, he reaped only pain, which he found very difficult to adjust to.

Of course, the changes in mindset involved cannot be explained in just a few words.

"Mouri -senpai, thank you for your hard work! It was truly a fantastic match!"

"You're amazing, Saeki!"

Mouri came to the net, looked at Muneyoshi, shook hands and smiled.

Despite giving it his all, he was still no match for Saeki Munehiko. Saeki Muneyoshi's strength made him accept defeat wholeheartedly, and for the first time ever, he felt an urge to catch up with someone.

Seeing the faint fighting spirit in Mouri's eyes, Muneyoshi knew that his actions might have indeed had some effect.

"Senior, as long as you keep playing tennis, we'll meet again soon!"

"Um?"

Mouri was a little confused by Muneyoshi's words, but he still nodded subconsciously.

The matter did not end there; Muneyoshi did not leave the scene after shaking hands with Mouri.

All the players from both sides, at the referee's signal, came to the net and stood in a line facing each other.

"This National Tournament has now come to an end!"

Once both sides were in position, the referee raised one hand high, then waved it towards Fudomine's side, and announced loudly:

"The winner of this National Tournament finals Fudomine Junior High, with a total score of three wins and two losses!"

"The winner of the National Tournament, Fudomine!"

"Oh oh oh!"

"Fudomine, Fudomine!"

"The Black Legion Fudomine!"

"I never expected Fudomine all the way this year."

As soon as the referee finished his final announcement, the entire stadium erupted in cheers.

In the Fudomine area, many people embraced each other and wept with joy.

"Minister, Deputy Minister, it's your turn to take the stage!"

Glancing sideways at Hanamura Aoi Tachibana Kippei, and Keith beside him, and Muneyoshi took a light breath and said loudly:

"Come on, Coach, Tachibana, Keith, this honor is something we all achieved together. Let's lift it up together."

"Um."

None of them stood on ceremony and accepted the pole bearing the winning banner from the organizers.

Pull the flag up.

In an instant, this huge black and gold banner, printed with red banners proclaiming the victory, fluttered in the wind.

"We won!"

"Fudomine! Fudomine! Fudomine!"

Led by Muneyoshi and others, the members of Fudomine shouted in unison.

The sound was so contagious that it spread throughout the entire stadium.

Many spectators cheered along with them.

"How does it feel to enjoy this victory and glory?"

"This feeling of victory is really great."

Stroking the winning pattern on the flag, Ibu Shinji suppressed his excitement and calmly said...

Upon hearing this, Muneyoshi turned to look at his teammates, who all seemed very excited, and seized the opportunity to say:

"Then remember this feeling of victory, and we'll stand here again next year!"

"Right!"

"Consecutive championships!"

We will defend our title!

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