Data That Was Made Up

Bang!

"Fudomine's Ibu Shinji scores. 40–30."

"No good. If I keep passively receiving data, it'll take too long to update."

Yanagi Renji frowned as the ball bounced away in the opposite direction from him. "Those guys... Could the data I collected earlier have all been fake?"

Yanagi knew that because of Mitsuya Akito, Muneyoshi would surely have Fudomine on guard against him. But he hadn't expected a second-year to be capable of this much.

If he still didn't take the initiative and remained completely on the defensive, his Data Tennis wouldn't be of any use.

"Then I'll try attacking first!"

Whoosh!

Yanagi's gaze was deep and focused as he tossed the ball and drew back his racket.

With a swing of his arm, he swept the racket through, sending the ball once again to the very edge of Shinji's receiving zone.

"If the data model I had before isn't enough, then I'll gather more—and more accurate—data on Ibu Shinji."

Yanagi's mind ran like a computer. Standing at the back line, he looked toward Shinji as streams of data about him began to converge in Yanagi's mind.

As Shinji returned the ball, Yanagi pivoted on his ankle and charged toward the net.

"He's serving and volleying?"

"That's completely different from Senior Yanagi's usual style. Wouldn't charging the net with a style he isn't used to just make it easier for his opponent to target him?"

On the sidelines, Kirihara Akaya leaned forward, both hands gripping the railing in front of him, his face full of anxiety.

"Quiet, Kirihara! If you're this impatient, how can we entrust Rikkai Dai to you in the future?!"

Sanada scolded him. Kirihara quickly straightened up, though the worry in his eyes didn't fade at all.

Kirihara Akaya cared about Rikkai Dai every bit as much as