An Invitation from the Elite Training Camp

"I never imagined that Japan middle school students could be this strong!"

"Especially Saeki Muneyoshi, that aura he just exuded was truly terrifying!"

"Has his strength... improved again?"

At one of the stadium's exits, several figures, hidden in the shade, were talking.

As the crowd surged into the passage, they emerged from the shadows. The one in the lead had medium-length, light-gold hair and a striking height.

It was Ralph Reinhardt, America's U17 captain and key player.

Watching Saeki Muneyoshi and the others cheering in the stadium, he closed his eyes and briefly sensed their presence.

"He should be close to reaching a similar level in the dark path as Amadeus was a little over a year ago."

Behind him, Dudu Obando, who was even taller than him, looked on with admiration and remarked with emotion.

"Compared to the current Amadeus, it's a bit inferior, but a year ago, it was probably... not far off."

Opening his eyes, Reinhardt smiled, "It seems we made the right decision to come to Japan this time. Arriving early allowed us to spot some promising talents."

Upon hearing this, the other person behind him, America's vice-captain Hopkins, seemed to understand something. "Leader, are you inviting them?"

Reinhardt shook his head, looking at the few figures below who were making some sudden movements:

"No, wait a minute. Besides, Japan won't agree to this for now. Let them try Japan's methods!"

"Them?"

Dudu Obondo looked at the somewhat familiar figures and exclaimed in surprise, "England really is like a leech; wherever we go, they follow us everywhere."

"We applied for a four-nation invitational tournament, and they just put on an exchange match."

"What a bunch of hopeless good-for-nothings!"

A cold glint flashed in Hopkins' eyes.

"Let's go, let them go and test the waters for us! I plan to visit these schools in Japan."

Meanwhile, on another high platform, three figures stood.

Irie Kanata looked at the neat row of figures of Fudomine, a trace of memory flashing in her eyes.

"Rikkai Dai is actually quite strong, but unfortunately..."

Tokugawa Kazuya looked down at the dejected Rikkai Dai, and was particularly impressed by their spirit on the field. He had a good impression of them.

"Haha, Tokugawa, there's nothing to regret. Barring any unforeseen circumstances, most of the students from those two schools will soon be joining us as teammates at the U17 Training Camp."

Irie said with a smile. At this moment, he saw America's group leave one after another, while the group below seemed to be entangled with Rikkai Dai.

"Tokugawa, don't you admire them? Go help them out. America about here..."

"Holy crap!"

At this moment, the red-clad figure, who had been silent until now, spoke in a low voice. After speaking, he ignored Irie and the others and walked directly in the direction Reinhardt had left.

"Let's go."

After packing up his things, Yukimura's voice was somewhat low. With Fudomine raising the victory flag, the National Tournament had come to a complete end.

Besides the failure in the Kanto Tournament, they also failed in the National Tournament this time.

Moreover, losing to the same team twice left Rikkai Dai feeling extremely bitter.

Unlike other teams that merely use national championships as a slogan, Rikkai Dai has actually reached the top.

Therefore, only they can truly understand the pain of falling from the top.

Such suffering is something that others cannot possibly comprehend.

Just like Aatrox in the League, the pain of falling from grace can only be washed away by another victory.

"The feeling of defeat must be really unpleasant, right? How about you try a change of environment? Experience more professional tennis training?"

Just as the Rikkai Dai stepped out of the stadium and into the forest court, a voice with a foreign accent blocked their way.

"Excuse me, what can I do for you?"

Upon seeing the tall, imposing figure with an air of British elegance who had suddenly appeared, Yukimura and the others paused, their eyes filled with confusion.

Upon seeing Yukimura and the others stop, the newcomer first scanned them, his gaze lingering on Sanada, Mouri, Yukimura, Niou, before speaking in an arrogant tone:

"My name is David, and I'm an elite promotion officer for the England U-14 Training Camp."

"England's U14?!"

Yukimura felt a sense of unease. Why would England club want to see them?

David smiled slightly and said softly:

"That's right. Although you just narrowly lost, believe me, you simply haven't had proper training."

"With our systematic elite training, your skills will definitely improve significantly."

David, a middle-aged man who claimed to be an elite England liaison officer, spoke at length to Yukimura and the others about the benefits of going to England.

"Hmph, we won't trouble you with our Japan geniuses!"

Just as Yukimura and the others were about to refuse, a cool and handsome young man stepped out from behind them. It was Tokugawa who had arrived.

"Your clothes, you are...?"

Upon seeing Tokugawa's attire, David's face instantly turned extremely ugly. He then called out to those behind him, "Raducanu, it seems we still need your help!"

What happened to Rikkai Dai was also happening to Higa Junior High, Shitenhoji, Seigaku, and Hyotei Academy.

This also includes Fudomine.

Muneyoshi reached out and took the invitations from Tachibana Kippei and Keith, his eyes filled with amusement.

Ah, Belgium!

He tossed the invitation aside, his voice turning fierce. "You guys actually targeted my teammate!"

Hearing Muneyoshi's unfriendly tone, the members of Fudomine became wary.

Tachibana Kippei frowned slightly. "Looks like this guy isn't a good person!"

After saying that, he moved slightly to the side, blocking Tachibana An and also blocking the first-year students Kamio and Shinji.

"Clijsters, it seems we still need you to make a move!"

David, who claimed to be the assistant coach of the Belgium U-14 Training Camp, was not surprised by Muneyoshi's obstruction. He spoke to a burly figure in the shade of the trees behind him.

"Hmph, I've said it before, dealing with them requires some methods, and I've long wanted to test this so-called strongest junior high school genius in the world."

Upon hearing David's call, the burly figure who had been leaning against the tree trunk in the shadows immediately perked up and mumbled a long string of incomprehensible bird language at David, leaving Muneyoshi and the others somewhat bewildered.

He then grinned maliciously at the group of Fudomine members and strode towards Muneyoshi.

Seeing his height, which was a good half a head taller than Muneyoshi, the sense of oppression in the hearts of the Fudomine members grew stronger as he approached.

"Oh? I didn't expect Belgium to send someone who looks decent. Are you from Belgium's U17 team?"

Seeing the newcomer squeeze past where David was standing, Muneyoshi sensed a deep-seated malice emanating from him.

The members of Fudomine behind him were slightly startled when they heard Muneyoshi say this. Although they didn't understand, they were not unaware of what U-17 represented.

Keith and Lin Xiu, who knew this better, changed their expressions.

They shifted their bodies slightly to the side, tensing up in preparation for what to do.

They had already sensed a strong sense of crisis from the burly, white Scandinavian man in front of them.

But I never expected that he was a member of Belgium's U17 team.

What are they doing here?

Is it really as they initially claimed, that they want them to receive more scientific training? Or do they have some other motive?

Keith and Lin Xiu's hearts were in turmoil.

Tachibana Kippei also frowned. Although he only had a vague idea, he didn't fully understand what U17 represented.

However, the danger emanating from the other side was clearly perceptible.

"This guy's got bad intentions. Muneyoshi should be able to handle him."

Although he was unsure of his opponent's strength, Tachibana Kippei had complete confidence in Saeki Muneyoshi's abilities.

He only needs to look after the first-graders.

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