This Middle Schooler Was Really Lucky

Inside the small, dark room of the monitoring room.

Saito Itaru was astonished by the middle school students' performance. "These kids are really something, whether it's Sanada or Akutsu's last move."

"They actually figured out the trick to Shining Shot through their own exploration! The last person to do that was Byōdōin, right?"

It's not hard to understand why Saito Itaru felt this way, since they were all well aware of Ōmagari Ryūji's strength.

However, the expert in dismantling Takuya disagreed. "Have you forgotten Muneyoshi? Although he didn't comprehend the light back then!"

"Alright!"

Seeing that the two seemed about to argue again, Kurobe turned his chair around and looked at Saitō standing behind him, asking:

"Have you collected the data on Tezuka Kunimitsu's final state?"

"No!"

Saitō's smile faded, and he shook his head, a rare occurrence for him. "It was too short. If Tanegashima hadn't been so oppressive, we probably would have collected it."

Kurobe didn't seem to care, giving him a dismissive glance and saying:

"If he hadn't been pushed so hard, how could he have reached that level? However, Tezuka's mental data fluctuated quite a bit at that moment; it's certain that he has already broken through the threshold."

Saito Itaru a smile.

"Upload and back up all the data for these junior high school students!" Kurobe's fingertip swiped across his laptop screen and he pressed Enter.

He then turned his attention to the second singles match. "I wonder what surprises this guy can bring us?"

Looking at the figure appearing on the screen, Saito Itaru was also very excited. "This kid's mental talent is the highest among this batch of junior high school students. I also want to see his performance."

"The next match will be the singles second game between Court 5 and Court 3. Court 5: Yukimura Seiichi vs. Court 3 Irie Kanata."

"Please bring your players to the stage!"

The rest area of Stadium 5.

"Yukimura, watch out!"

Having just suffered a crushing defeat Sanada raised his head, paused for a moment, and spoke in a deep voice to Yukimura, who was about to take the stage.

After these two games, they no longer had their previous arrogance and contempt for high school students.

The guys on Stadium 3 are truly unfathomable in skill.

Yukimura was well aware of this, of course. He nodded to the crowd, then picked up his racket and walked onto the court.

The two stood facing each other across the net.

Irie Kanata's lips curled up, a hint of surprise on her porcelain doll-like round face. "I thought my opponent would be Atobe- kun, but it turns out to be the even stronger Yukimura -kun!"

At this point, Irie's tone became gentle and low:

"Atobe- kun is already having a very difficult time dealing with me, Yukimura- kun, you must go easy on me. If you use any dangerous techniques, I won't be able to handle it..."

Yukimura either doubted or completely ignored what Irie said.

Atobe from Irie, is very qualified to speak about Irie's terrible personality and playing style.

Therefore, Yukimura was filled with vigilance towards this senior who seemed easy to talk to and appeared completely harmless, but was actually full of pretense and prone to spouting lies.

He cautiously observed the elegant figure at the net, his tone slightly somber. "Irie- senpai, I never expected my opponent to be you..."

Ignoring Irie's meticulous performance, Yukimura lowered his eyes and said with fighting spirit, "Senpai, I will do my best."

Realizing that his image had been leaked by someone, Irie stopped pretending to be weak and his eyes became bright and alert.

"Alright, let me see your ball skills, Yukimura!"

The two players coin toss, and Yukimura enough to win the serve.

"Looks like these guys aren't going to give junior high students a chance. They're even Irie the second-best team in a one-on-one match? That junior high kid's in for a rough time!"

"Hehe, don't underestimate this middle school student. He's probably the strongest among this group besides Saeki Muneyoshi. He's known as the 'Child of God' in the middle school world."

"Child of God? What arrogance!"

The high school students watching were discussing it animatedly, with many expressing dissatisfaction with Yukimura's nickname.

However, some people who had faced Yukimura in the Shuffle Match accepted this title.

Thinking back to what they had experienced at Yukimura's hands, they felt a chill run down their spines.

However, such discussions did not affect the two players on the court. Yukimura knew that he had to go all out from the start when facing Irie.

Yukimura's sharp eyes gleamed silver in the sunlight. He slightly gripped the tennis ball in his hand, and after seeing Irie's position, he tossed the ball diagonally upwards.

"Ha!"

He leaped high into the air, drew his right hand back, and let out a clear shout.

Bang!

With a crisp pop, a burst of silvery-white light erupted the moment the racket and tennis ball made contact.

A continuous stream of spiritual energy surged towards the Irie.

The tennis ball carries an unstoppable momentum, and the friction with the air makes the points where mental energy meets the surface of the tennis ball feel like silver needles.

Before even getting close, Irie felt a faint stinging sensation in her mind.

Snap!

The moment Irie's racket touched the tennis ball, he felt a pricking pain in his mind.

He instinctively let go, and the racket flew out and slid across the ground.

"ACE! Yukimura Seiichi scores, 15:0."

The referee announced it loudly.

Seemingly due to the pain of the needle pricks, Irie Kanata's brows furrowed tightly, and she shouted loudly in an exaggerated manner.

"No, no, Yukimura- kun, how could that be? You're only a middle school student, how could your mental strength be so strong!"

"Is our unbeaten record at Stadium No. 3 destined to end here?!"

Perhaps because Irie his performance, even some high school students who were unaware of the truth began to believe it and started muttering curses under their breath.

These high school students, unaware of Irie's strength, didn't understand why Irie the field, which led to their inability to capitalize on a favorable situation.

Hearing the high school students' shouts and curses, many of the junior high students showed expressions of joy.

However, Muneyoshi, Tokugawa, Oni, and Tanegashima remained calm and did not seem overly worried.

However, in the middle school section, Atobe Keigo had a solemn expression on his face.

Seeing Irie's expression, his lips twitched. "That guy's at it again!"

After the previous National Tournament ended, Atobe got rid of a few annoying flies, and then Irie came to him personally.

At that time, he was deceived by Irie's performance, which made him think that victory was in his grasp, only to find out in the end that he had been completely fooled.

Seeing Irie revert to his old ways on the court, Atobe let out a cold snort, his eyes filled with icy intent.

Bang!

"Ah, Yukimura- kun, that's a powerful serve!"

A sincere exclamation came from across the field. It seemed that Irie now somewhat on guard, but Yukimura's attack still seemed to be difficult for him to resist.

Irie a disheveled state, and she managed to send the ball flying back in a rather embarrassing manner.

This scene is truly shocking.

This caused many trainees who were initially skeptical about whether Irie back to show his true abilities to frown.

"Is this guy Irie really only this weak?"

"Is he just too bad, or did this middle school student do something we don't know about? How Irie doesn't even seem as good as me?"

"That's right, if I were on the field now, I would definitely do better than him."

"This game is over!"

"Indeed, it's better to lose; it means we can start the next game sooner!"

"He's a disgrace to high school students! How did someone with his skill level even get into court number three?"

"I often see him with Ghost Boss and Tanegashima, and I heard he's Tanegashima's classmate, so they must be close!"

The sidelines were filled with murmurs, and many people expressed resentment towards Tanegashima.

All the words eventually come together to form one sentence.

"Irie's skills aren't good enough; this middle school student is really lucky!"

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