"Brother Akito..."
Seeing Mitsuya Akito step in to play in Yukimura Seiichi's place, Yanagi Renji—who had still been reviewing the match—snapped back to attention. Worry showed in his eyes.
"If he has no major tricks up his sleeve, then I have a 75% chance of winning this match."
Mitsuya picked up his racket, patted Renji on the shoulder, and calmly left him with those words.
Yanagi didn't entirely believe him. Instead, he walked straight up to Mitsuya, a troubled look on his face.
Muneyoshi's performance just now—especially the final game and the last point—had overturned nearly all the data Yanagi had gathered over the course of the match.
He couldn't help but feel doubts about the Data Tennis Mitsuya Akito had taught him. He wanted to ask, but...
"Don't worry, Renji. I can probably guess what you want to ask. Watch my match with him closely. You'll have to find the answers for yourself."
Mitsuya wasn't surprised by Yanagi's inner struggle. Smiling, he interrupted him before he could speak.
The path of Data Tennis wasn't something you could understand just by hearing someone talk about it.
He had already taught Yanagi all the fundamentals, but data wasn't always enough.
Especially when facing people who were beyond the limits of what he could handle, whose data was difficult to collect, and who were still evolving.
He had met plenty of people like that before, and he had encountered several more lately. It didn't surprise him.
But since Yanagi himself had doubts, the best thing he could do was watch carefully and learn from what he saw.
That was what he could teach him now.
With that, Mitsuya walked past Yanagi and headed onto the court.
"Brother Akito, I'll watch closely..."
Yanagi pressed his lips together and said no more. He fixed