The Final National Tournament Draw of Their Last Year

Baker has come to terms with the Griffith brothers' loss; after two consecutive crushing defeats, their plan to secure sponsorships and make money is practically ruined.

However, Baker is not in a hurry to give up. After all, as long as the game doesn't go too badly, his plan might still have a chance.

Thinking this, Baker turned his head and looked at the three players who would be playing singles next. "We've already lost two matches in a row. If we lose one more, our trip to Japan will be over."

"Boss, don't worry, I'll definitely flatten those little guys over there."

Bobby Mark, nicknamed "The Beast," who is about to take on the singles third role, was the first to shout.

He was extremely burly; his arms alone were thicker than an average person's thighs.

Looking at Bobby, who was as big as a small mountain, Baker was quite satisfied. A smile appeared on his lips as he said to Bobby Mark, "Then it's up to you now, Bobby. Don't let me down."

Upon hearing this, Bobby Mark grinned maliciously. "Of course, I never let the Boss down."

Just then, the referee's announcement came over the loudspeaker.

"Next up is the singles third match, featuring Japan Ibu Shinji of the Japan Kanto team against Bobby Mark of the USA West Coast team."

Please both parties enter.

As the announcement ended, the two men walked onto the court.

When Bobby, standing on the court, saw that Shinji's physique was far smaller and stronger than his own, a somewhat wicked smile appeared on his face.

"Hey shorty, watch out, I'll flatten you later!"

Bobby Mark spoke in English, and Shinji wasn't a top student like Akutsu or Muneyoshi, so he didn't understand very well.

But seeing the malice on the other person's face, he knew it wasn't a nice thing to say, and his expression instantly turned cold.

"If you play the game properly, then there's nothing to worry about. But if you try anything underhanded, then don't blame me."

After joining the Fudomine Hit Team, few dared to be so arrogant towards them.

Although he's not good at hitting people, he does have ways of teaching them a lesson...

"The match begins, with Bobby Mark serving first."

Bang!

With a thud, Bobby Mark served the tennis ball, the sound of which was heavy and powerful.

However, the landing point of the tennis ball was somewhat disappointing. Even Muneyoshi and the others in the stands could tell that this person had probably not been playing tennis for very long.

However, although the landing point was inaccurate, it was clearly aimed at Shinji's body.

Realizing this, Shinji's eyes turned cold. The other party's blatant attack was utter contempt.

He had originally planned to assess the opponent's strength before resorting to mental techniques, but now he didn't want to wait any longer.

Although Shinji plays power tennis very little, the Fudomine team has a complete set of power training methods, and Ishida Tetsu, Saeki Muneyoshi, and Tachibana Kippei teach him power generation techniques one-on-one.

Moreover, training with the Wave Shot is no secret at Fudomine. Although he has never used it on the court, it doesn't mean he doesn't know how.

Tap tap...

With a swift movement, Shinji appeared before the tennis ball in an instant. He then held the racket horizontally, his arm muscles bulging and contracting, his entire body undulating, and he began to exude a dangerous aura.

Sensing Shinji aura, Bobby Mark opened his eyes wide, feeling a powerful sense of crisis approaching.

"Sprint Wave Shot..."

Shinji let out a low shout, and then an astonishing beam of white-gold light shot out from his hand.

Boom...

A deafening explosion shattered the entire arena, and a terrifying beam of light, carrying an incomparably horrifying aura, hurtled straight towards the opposite half of the field.

"Poppy, get out of the way..."

Such a powerful and astonishing blow elicited a shout from the players on the sidelines.

However, the tall Bobby Mark was slow and found it difficult to dodge Shinji's counterattack.

He raised his racket, bracing against the pressure of Shinji's Wave Shot, and roared as he charged forward.

"Ah..."

The tennis ball hit the racket, creating a blast of air that sent the towering Bobby Mark flying.

"Aaaaaah~"

As the dust settled on the court, Bobby Mark clutched his wrist, groaning in pain as he struggled to return the tennis ball. For someone who hadn't practiced for very long, such returns were completely inexperienced.

Soon, the organizers arranged for medical personnel to enter the venue and carry the person out.

"Due to the inability of the player representing the US West Coast team to continue the match, this game is won by Japan Shinji of the Japan Kanto team."

"Match ends, final score 3-0, Japan Kanto Team wins."

With the referee announcing the result, the exchange match against the West Coast team officially ended, with the Kanto team overwhelmingly defeating their opponents.

And so, this match, which Muneyoshi considered a farce, came to an end.

One week after the exchange match with the US West Coast team.

Tokyo Fudomine Junior High.

Although it was the weekend, the Fudomine campus was bustling with activity.

Many Fudomine students, who should have been enjoying a pleasant weekend at home, were busy on campus.

Busy decorating the auditorium and the roads on campus.

The draw for this year's Japan Youth National Tournament will be held here tomorrow.

This was a groundbreaking event for Fudomine, and its significance was completely different from the previous Kanto Tournament.

This was the year that Fudomine truly made a name for itself and established its presence in Japan.

"Kamio! Left, a little more to the left."

Inside the auditorium, Tachibana An was directing Kamio as he hung up the banner, and she herself looked excited.

Apart from Muneyoshi and Tachibana Kippei who had just entered, most of the tennis club members were busy inside the auditorium.

"You big liar, stop watching and come help!"

"Brother, don't laugh! Go and bring that podium in too!"

The moment she saw the two of them, Tachibana An immediately began assigning them tasks, giving Muneyoshi no chance to refuse.

"Muneyoshi, I told you we didn't need to come, but you still wanted to come..."

Tachibana Kippei knew his younger sister's personality very well; their arrival was definitely not good news.

"How about we sneak away?"

Muneyoshi, suffering from laziness, had no desire to work, but Tachibana An wasn't about to let him off the hook. She grabbed Muneyoshi and started directing him alongside her.

And so, amidst all the noise and commotion, the hall was finally decorated.

The next day.

The campus of Fudomine became lively again, as groups of teenagers in various school uniforms walked into the school through the Fudomine gate.

They were representatives from various schools and media personnel who came to attend the National Tournament draw ceremony.

Besides the champion Fudomine, four other schools from the Kanto region qualified for the National Tournament.

Other schools representing the Kanto region are Rikkai Dai, Seigaku, Hyotei Academy, and Yamabuki.

Unlike the original storyline, Hyotei Academy entered the National Tournament on its own merits this time, while Yamabuki was recommended to the tournament because it was hosted by the Tokyo Metropolis.

Just like in the Kanto Tournament, although Fudomine, who won the Kanto Tournament, was a seeded player, a draw was still required.

Unlike other schools in Tokyo, their lottery boxes contained only four lots: number one, sixteen, seventeen, and thirty-two.

A total of 27 colleges participated in this National Tournament.

Numbers 2, 15, 18, and 31 do not exist, meaning that Fudomine inevitably have a bye in the first round. Their draw is equivalent to grouping them.

Those receiving the same treatment include Shitenhoji in Kansai, Nagoya Seidoku in central Japan, and Higa Junior High.

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