The Man Who Brought Change
Bang!
On the court, the sounds of tennis balls clashing against rackets echoed continuously. 🍧☠ 🐊♥
Muneyoshi took a slight half-step back with his right foot and quickly raised his right arm.
Dark Wave surged, and the moonlight, like water, swept away all distractions in the middle of the game.
Muneyoshi swung his racket forcefully, as if drawing a sword, twisting and pulling it inwards towards his body.
His wrist flicked with astonishing power, sending the racket flying in an afterimage that was barely visible to the naked eye.
The tennis ball flew out of Muneyoshi's half of the court, seemingly transforming into a thin, black line, its golden edge concealed in the darkness.
Eventually, even the thin thread disappeared, vanishing completely.
Chaotic Flower Burial!
Camus reacted quickly; a pink light flashed in his Glaze- like eyes, then the black light dissipated, and a golden light appeared.
Thump!
The sound of a tennis ball hitting the wall rang out; the ball had already touched the ground twice, but it was too late.
"ACE, Japan Team, 15-0!"
"Interesting..."
Camus smiled slightly, seemingly pleased that Muneyoshi could still unleash his full power.
Bang!
The sound of the ball hitting the shuttlecock rang out again, Camus gave a shout, as the brilliance that had dominated his half of the court began to recede.
The light, condensed to its absolute limit, finally illuminated the shadow of the tennis ball.
With the dull thud of the tennis ball hitting the ground, the cushioning effect of the clay court, and the gradual weakening of his Radiance of Beloved, Muneyoshi's return shot speed decreased slightly.
Many people can now barely make out tennis.
Tap tap tap!
Camus, still smiling, appeared behind the tennis ball with a few quick footwork maneuvers.
Bang!
The same crisp sound of the ball hitting the ground rang out, and the tennis ball, without any hesitation, sped straight toward Muneyoshi.
Laugh!
Camus changed tactics again, this time with an amazing spin. The pink light dissipated after landing, but a wisp of dust remained on the ground.
"What an amazing spin!"
Muneyoshi raised an eyebrow. He hadn't expected that Camus, besides what he had already shown, was also so skilled in spinning.
However, Muneyoshi isn't afraid of spinning!
With a stomp of his foot, Muneyoshi's figure vanished from the spot in an instant.
Like a flash of black shadow, it appeared directly behind the landing point of the tennis ball.
Bang!
Just as the tennis ball bounced up to his waist, Muneyoshi held his racket horizontally and slashed forward.
Every thread of the racket was burning with black flames, so that the moment the racket collided with the tennis ball, the brilliance and spin contained within it were extinguished.
Muneyoshi clenched his right hand forward, and wisps of spiritual energy began to gather, with a purplish-black light emanating from his fingertips.
Bang!
He swung his left arm violently, sending the racket flying.
A streak of purplish-black Glowing Flame, like a firework, leaped from the net of his racket, flew into Camus's half of the court, and exploded instantly.
Swish!
The tennis ball flew swiftly towards Camus's half of the court.
Enveloped in darkness, the tennis ball, the instant it touched the light, glided across it as if using leverage, like a pebble skimming across water.
Then, it transformed into ten shattered flames that fell across Camus's half of the field.
Glowing Flame --Fireworks!
"Game, Japan's score: 4-3."
Camus's pupils contracted as he watched the tennis ball slip away from him, displaying incredible agility.
He had just condensed and solidified his radiance when Muneyoshi turned the tables on him in the blink of an eye.
"Darling, can you feel it? The flames of the Innovator are also gathering within that person on the other side!"
Camus gently raised his eyes and looked at the figure on the opposite service line.
"We can't fall behind either..."
On the field, the score remains very close.
The audience seemed to be caught up in the atmosphere, cheering for the France Team and for Camus.
When you're playing on someone else's home turf, this situation is indeed unavoidable.
"Ah... phew..."
With a long breath, Muneyoshi wiped the sweat from his forehead and walked back to the left service court.
When it was Muneyoshi's turn to serve again, the Glowing Flame around him ignited once more, completely shielding him from outside interference.
His somber gaze turned to the opposite side, and the golden light in his pupils suddenly sharpened!
Brush!
Throw the ball and jump.
Bang!
With a crisp crack.
The tennis ball had already transformed into a streak of light, like a precise missile or arrow, heading straight for the apex of the inverted triangle in Camus's left service court!
"Oh, it's not the initial serve anymore... look at the landing point~~"
Camus in an instant... o0×X×0o.. o0×X×0o.
Upon seeing Muneyoshi's serve, a different kind of light finally appeared in his amber eyes.
Muneyoshi's moves were grand and dazzling. Although they looked intimidating, in the eyes of someone like Camus, they were a symbol of his imperfect mastery of his own power.
While the Stage Two can make one's moves more powerful, to break through to the next level, one needs to attribute everything to oneself.
Every move and stance needs to strive for simplicity and unpretentiousness.
Although Camus was somewhat curious as to how Muneyoshi could learn this from him so quickly, Camus didn't stop walking.
The ballet moves were displayed once again, and in an instant, she arrived at the landing point of the tennis ball, radiating brilliance. With a swift lift of her racket, she sliced the tennis ball back.
"As expected of Camus. We're both in the Stage Two, but within his own unique system, he manages to exert such pressure on me..."
Muneyoshi's steps never stopped.
Feeling the Radiance of Beloved surrounding him that constantly influenced him, Muneyoshi sweated more than he had ever done before during this match.
The moment the tennis ball flew back.
Tap tap tap!
Muneyoshi also appeared on the tennis route.
Cherry blossoms are falling!
Bang!
Cherry blossoms fell like rain, and the tennis ball was easily returned to the net.
Such spiritual influence did not shake Camus in the slightest.
He then arrived at the net, his gaze not on the tennis ball, but fixed on Muneyoshi's eyes, his tone somewhat meaningful:
My partner told me, "You're also someone who initiates change?"
"Then let me see your real tennis!"
Upon hearing this, Muneyoshi did not reply immediately. Instead, he moved quickly and, just as the tennis ball crossed the net, hit it back to Camus's corner in mid-air.
"Attack! Let me see!"
Camus leaped a few more times and caught up with the tennis ball, smashing it back with a thud.
"Ha! Good!"
Muneyoshi stood at the net, his right hand held out horizontally to his left, his left hand gripping the racket tightly.
"Cluster!"
A purplish-black flame suddenly appeared in the palm of his right hand, followed by streaks of golden lightning flashing from the darkness.
A strange fluctuation emanated from behind him, and a full moon rose from the darkness. The air expanded, and the rolling moonlight poured down, revealing Muneyoshi's Asura Path.
A katana gleaming with a purplish-black light appeared in his hand, forming a stark contrast to his silver-white figure.
As the katana in his hand rose in an arc, a dazzling golden light transformed into a golden thread, adhering to the edge of the purplish-black katana.
The peaceful atmosphere vanished, replaced by a chilling, sharp killing intent that filled the entire stadium. The silver-white figure took a step forward, merging with Muneyoshi.
The racket in Muneyoshi's hand transformed into the shape of a katana at this moment. Facing Camus's expectations, Muneyoshi once again became the one wielding the sword.
The full moon behind his head shone even brighter, like a divine wheel.
Muneyoshi's eyes suddenly flashed with a black and a gold light as he opened and closed them, his gaze sharp as a knife.
On the expeditionary force uniforms, which were interwoven with black, red, and white, there seemed to be bright golden light and purplish-black Glowing Flame dancing within them.
Swish!
At that very moment, light and darkness began to merge into one under the unification of Qi, and three dangerous sharp edges were slashed towards Camus's half of the field by Muneyoshi like a streak of light.
"Shadow Three Severing Slashes!!"
A straight ball, its three colors flashing, instantly broke through Camus's defense and slammed into the sideline!
"Inbounds, Japan scores, 30-15."
Bang!
As Camus swung his racket, Saeki Muneyoshi, with a slight hunch, quickly sprinted towards the front court.
His left hand stirred up an aura of darkness and destruction, but as the air currents neutralized, the dangerous energy vanished, and everything became peaceful.
Behind him, "Saeki Muneyoshi" swept the ball of energy in his hand toward the black katana, and the pure black katana was instantly enveloped in white light, while the entire silver-white shadow rose into the sky at that moment.
It swooped down quickly and slashed at Camus with its knife.
Camus sensed the deadly crisis with lightning speed and narrowly escaped the fatal blow at the last second.
Sizzle!
A bloody gash suddenly appeared on Camus's cheek, hidden among the strands of hair that would be difficult for an ordinary person to detect.
"Game! Japan Team scores, score 5-4, teams switch sides."
At this moment, Muneyoshi and Camus had little more to say to each other; neither uttered a word, and the match continued.
However, Camus's own beloved territory, instead of being destroyed by Muneyoshi's relentless bombardment, became even more resilient.
Realizing this, Muneyoshi's concentrated mental energy began to burn in his pupils.
The golden light was constantly suppressed by Muneyoshi, like a silent flame that had been restrained to the extreme when it was about to burst forth.
A violent and destructive desire continued to rise, and Muneyoshi's aura grew stronger as darkness intensified.
Swish~
A dark purple light flashed on his racket, the black light as inky as ink.
Then the net, now stained with dark ink, caught the tennis ball with imperceptible speed.
"Light Darkness Combination - Ghostly Fluorescent Dance!"
Bang!
Call out!
Dark shadows quickly swept across Muneyoshi's half of the field.
Camus's eyes flickered slightly as these dark Light Ball, brimming with destructive intent, pierced through the radiance that had covered almost half the stadium.
The overwhelming Light Ball instantly shattered the Radiance of Beloved Camus had maintained, leaving only a series of shadows visible on the ground under the sunlight.
There are dozens, even hundreds, of them.
Without hesitation, Camus immediately reduced his own radiance in an attempt to stop Muneyoshi's destruction.
However, just as Camus was preparing to return the tennis ball...
Buzz buzz buzz~
The ten tennis balls, swirling with black and gold light and constantly churning with swirling air currents, eventually merged together and instantly grew larger.
As if piercing through space, a huge dark gold tennis ball suddenly appeared before Camus's eyes and then crashed down.
"Drink it!"
There was no time to dodge; Camus simply held his racket upright in front of him.
"My dear, let's fight this together!"
Boom!
A huge cloud of smoke rose up.
The France Team, positioned behind the tennis ball attack, all sensed a deadly danger emanating from Saeki Muneyoshi.
The France crowd turned their gazes toward Camus in the center of the pitch, a hint of worry flashing in their eyes.
As the red smoke slowly dissipated, they discovered that Camus was still standing in a half-squatting position, his hands gripping the racket.
The tennis ball was embedded directly in the corner of his racket.
"Game, Japan Team wins the first match, score 6-4!"
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