Rebound from the Deprivation of the Five Senses

As more and more people started discussing it, it inevitably reached the ears of Muneyoshi and Tanegashima.

Muneyoshi reacted well to these discussions, after all, he was very clear about Irie's strength and quirks.

However, Tokugawa couldn't help but react when he heard these words.

A hint of displeasure flashed across his face. "You bunch of gossipy fools, how dare you discuss Irie like that?"

Back then, Tokugawa Kazuya was young and naive, thinking he could single-handedly storm the training camp.

As a result, he was severely reprimanded and almost lost his resolve.

If it weren't for the protection of Irie Kanata and Oni Jūjirō, and their teaching of more advanced tennis skills, he would probably have faded into obscurity long ago.

Therefore, Irie Kanata was not only his benefactor, but also his mentor.

Hearing these people slandering Irie, Tokugawa could no longer contain himself and wanted to take action.

"Hey, Tokugawa!"

Seeing Tokugawa about to step in and defend them, Muneyoshi quickly stopped him. "Forget it, they're just small fry in the head coach's eyes anyway. It's not worth getting angry over them, and besides, Irie doesn't care about these things."

With Muneyoshi's words of comfort, Tokugawa calmed down, and the two looked back at the playing field.

The situation on the field at that moment was actually the complete opposite of what these people had imagined.

Yukimura was not complacent because he seemed to have the upper hand, nor did he pay attention to the noise outside the court. He focused wholeheartedly on watching the tennis ball flying around the court.

Tap tap tap!

Taking a quick step forward, Yukimura used the momentum to leap into the air, slamming his racket down heavily from the sky.

Bang!

With a loud bang, the tennis ball, accompanied by a surging wave of air, flashed across the front court sideline once again with a silvery sheen.

Yukimura always had such a knack for seizing opportunities like this; even from Muneyoshi's perspective, the chance for this ball was perfectly timed.

"Whew~ Yukimura- kun, that's quite a sharp attack, but... I won't let you score so easily again!"

Irie seemed to be out of breath from the intense running, but he still staggered forward two steps and caught up with the ball just as it was about to fly out of bounds.

Bang!

Just as Irie was a little unsteady when he braked due to the intense running, he put one foot on the ground, leaned forward, and tilted his racket to chop.

Even the silvery-white light enveloping the tennis ball couldn't be completely dispersed by him; the tennis ball, carrying a white light, pierced through Yukimura's blockade and flew out of bounds.

Irie this fleeting opening.

"Game! Irie Kanata scores, score 2-3!"

"That was a real shame for Yukimura; he was so close to winning the game!"

The junior high school students on the sidelines, who hadn't yet been promoted to court number five, felt a pang of regret; Yukimura had almost taken a 4-2 lead...

The game on the field progressed at this strange rhythm.

The shouts and curses of high school students and the joy of junior high school students began to change imperceptibly.

Bang!

Another ball! Just when Irie could almost scoop it up with the racket face, the tennis ball playfully flew past the edge of the racket frame.

Irie Kanata first patted his knees, took a few deep breaths, and then stood up, his gaze involuntarily turning to Yukimura opposite him:

"Damn it, I'm always just a little short... Yukimura- kun is just too amazing!"

However, at this moment, Yukimura seemed to be even more exhausted than Irie. He was also panting heavily, seeing that the match had already progressed to this stage, Irie was still in this state.

Yukimura couldn't take it anymore. He raised an eyebrow and said, "Irie- senpai, are you treating us all like fools? If you really think I'm amazing, then just admit defeat!"

At this moment, some junior high school students, belatedly realizing what was happening, looked at the scoreboard and saw that the score had reached 5-5.

"I admit defeat."

Upon hearing Yukimura's suggestion, Irie's eyes revealed a thoughtful and tempted expression, but ultimately, a hint of struggle appeared on his face.

He shook his head with difficulty and turned around, saying as if forcing a smile, "Yukimura- kun, I can't admit defeat... I'm your senior!"

"Then, please continue, 'senpai' Irie!"

Yukimura suppressed the urge to retort and unleash a torrent of curses; in fact, their clash had been ongoing since the very beginning of the match.

Unfortunately, no matter how Yukimura attacked Irie using his techniques, the spiritual power he applied to Irie was always dissipated.

Moreover, Irie's strength continued to increase as the match progressed.

He could even vaguely see an opera stage right in front of him.

Yukimura knew that Irie was also making a move against him.

However, although he seemed to be able to resist Irie's Mental Power Path with ease, Yukimura did not let his guard down.

This is the second opponent he has encountered who can completely resist his Annihilate Five Senses.

But just like when he faced Saeki Muneyoshi, Yukimura persisted.

He cannot afford to relax now.

"The ability to Annihilate Five Senses isn't something that can be completely eliminated by simple negation. As long as I keep using it, I'll eventually reach your limit, and then I'll win this round..."

Yukimura watched the ball come towards him and charged forward once again.

"Oh, looks like you're nearing your limit, but you've managed to hold on for so long, that's quite impressive."

On the other side, after noticing Yukimura unleash another burst of power, Irie Kanata revealed a meaningful smile.

"Goodbye, Irie -senpai!"

Yukimura chased after the tennis ball once more, but this time his purple pupils shone with a brilliant silver light.

"Oh? You couldn't hold back anymore?"

Irie Kanata's orange eyes flickered; he keenly sensed that Yukimura's technique was likely in its final stage.

Tap tap tap!

At this moment, Irie's smile widened. He quickened his pace, swiftly reaching the landing point of the tennis ball, and with a sweep of his racket, returned it directly.

"Hmm? So this is how you use mental power."

The moment the tennis ball touched the racket, Irie's face showed surprise for the first time, because he discovered that this mental energy was actually affecting the nerves in his arm.

His arm went numb uncontrollably, as if his sense of touch had been completely suppressed.

"Is this your tennis? It's terrifying!"

Irie's change in expression this time was somewhat genuine, because he had just experienced something terrifying for a tennis player.

"I'm sorry, senior, but you should also experience it."

Yukimura's pupils gleamed with silver light as he looked at Irie, who was clutching his arm with one hand. His expression remained unchanged, the only fluctuation being his surprise and disbelief that it hadn't worked the first time.

"Truly worthy of being a senior! If one attempt isn't enough, then let's try again. This time, it'll be hearing!"

On the sidelines, Tokugawa glanced at Muneyoshi beside him, looked around, and asked:

"Muneyoshi, how far do you think this tiebreaker will go?"

Saeki Muneyoshi carefully examined Irie's profile and chuckled softly, "It won't last long. It seems Yukimura's Five Senses Deprivation, so Irie- senpai should be making her move soon too."

"Is that so?" Although Tokugawa respected Irie greatly, he didn't really know much about his strength.

"Just you wait, now the real show begins..."

Seeing this somewhat familiar scene, Muneyoshi recalled his unfinished match with Irie, hummed softly, and whispered a reminder to Tokugawa.

As Saeki Muneyoshi stated.

As Yukimura 'Irie suppressed Annihilate Five Senses began to manifest on his body, the situation on the court changed dramatically.

Bang!

Yukimura's confident second shot, aimed at depriving his opponent of hearing, was once again returned by Irie.

Not only that, Yukimura didn't even have time to react to the ball, but it still landed precisely on Yukimura racket.

Snap!

The sudden change in force and speed caught Yukimura, who had adapted to the game, and his racket was knocked away.

But the game was not over.

Yukimura reacted quickly, immediately picking up his racket to prepare for defense.

Not only that, Yukimura's expression changed slightly, because he felt an unfamiliar spiritual force descend upon him.

However, Irie, feeling that the stage was already set, didn't give Yukimura time to think, and the tennis ball flew in again.

This time, Yukimura took two steps to the side, using his muscles to generate momentum, and his arm propelled the racket forward to meet the attack.

Snap!

Yukimura returned the ball again, but this time it seemed to be completely out of Yukimura's league; the ball didn't even fly over the net and went straight into it.

"Irie Kanata scores, 30-0."

"This is..."

Yukimura was shocked and looked at his hands in disbelief; he couldn't feel anything at all.

Moreover, with the loss of tactile sensation, other related reactions also occur.

Even the once sharp eyes became blurry, and the clear world became blurred.

Bang!

Another tennis ball slammed to the ground.

The sound also became somewhat distant and elusive.

"Serve time expired, 7-0. Irie Kanata wins the tiebreak."

"Game, Irie Kanata wins, score 7-6."

After the first game ended, everything returned to normal for Yukimura.

After the first game ended, he quietly walked back to the rest area.

After a short break, the second game began.

Everything seemed to be a repeat of the previous match, but this time Irie Kanata control.

In a short time, the score reached 5-0.

Around the stadium, Irie's sudden display of incredible skill left many people completely bewildered.

But now that things have come to this, how could they not realize that everything before was just this guy putting on an act?

Looking at Irie's smiling face and thinking about his style of doing things, everyone felt a chill run down their spines.

Once again facing his decisive moment, Irie calmly adjusted his round-rimmed glasses.

"Yukimura- kun, don't rely solely on your mental strength, or it will backfire and cause serious consequences..."

"If you don't believe me, then try it again!"

Bang!

The tennis ball swept past Yukimura's line of sight, and his once-pursuing gaze dimmed once more, until it was completely dark.

Bang!

"Ace, Irie Kanata, 15-0."

P. S.: "Bonus chapters will all be long chapters; the Four-Nation Exchange Tournament plot will begin tomorrow."

The extra chapters are all long chapters.

Yesterday's game was so boring I didn't watch it at all; I'd rather write!

I'll start writing the Four-Nation Exchange Tournament storyline tomorrow. If you have any votes, please vote for me; I'll add extra chapters if I get enough!