Deep Power
Bang!
He conceded another goal with a blank expression.
Kamishiro Reiji decisively and cleanly squandered his serve.
Muneyoshi frowned slightly, while Hanamura Aoi remained expressionless.
Although he was a little puzzled as to why the other party dared to give him a free game so easily, Muneyoshi didn't really take it to heart, but he subconsciously became a little more vigilant.
However, the other party's arrogant behavior made Muneyoshi want to teach him a small lesson.
Bang!
Toss the ball, kneel, swing the racket, and a crisp sound.
Instead of using the Blazing Sun Burn, Muneyoshi delivered a perfectly standard smash serve, but even so, its ferocity caught Kamishiro Reiji completely off guard.
"Ace, 15-0!"
"Hey, Kajimoto, this guy's serve is faster than yours."
The twin brothers were currently surrounding Shiroshiro Shonan's captain Kajimoto Takahisa.
Upon hearing this, Kajimoto Takahisa glanced at them, a nonchalant smile appearing on his face.
"My opponent is very strong; even with a casual serve, the ball speed is faster than mine..."
As the captain of the Tennis Club, Kajimoto Takahisa's strength has always been a mystery, even in the original work, where he is more often seen as the noble profession of commentator.
But Muneyoshi knew that he was calm, had an analytical mind, and was good at corner kicks, net play, and serving, among which his best skill was a super-fast serve with a speed of over 195 km/h.
But that's about it. Muneyoshi estimates that his strength has reached the upper level of the Kanto region.
If we look back based on future strength, we can see the results.
Kajimoto Takahisa's strength is probably about the same as Zaizen Hikaru of Shitenhoji, Oshitari Kenya, Yagyu Hiroshi of Rikkai Dai, and Hiroshi Anahira Ryo of the Hyotei Academy at their peak.
However, he was quite confident at this moment, and he had great faith in Kamishiro Reiji's strength.
Their true strength, apart from Coach Hanamura, is probably unknown to anyone else at the moment.
"The Divine City, it should be starting soon, right?"
He turned his gaze back to the court and chuckled to himself.
Snap!
Kamishiro Reiji's face was icy cold. His racket whirred through the air, and the tennis ball was sent flying after only a brief touch to the racket face.
Bang!
Muneyoshi easily caught up and countered with ease.
Seeing this, Kamishiro Reiji's eyes narrowed slightly, and he took a half step to the side with his left foot, his waist and back taut as if a large bow had been drawn.
Bang!
His racket steadily covered the tennis ball; his return was not flashy, and even looked somewhat simple.
Call out!
The tennis ball flew back without much fanfare.
Muneyoshi slipped and appeared directly at the landing point of the tennis ball, his face solemn. Just as the ball was about to hit the ground, he slammed his racket down.
He didn't wait for the tennis ball to land, but instead volleyed it in mid-air, naturally to give his opponent less time to react.
However, as soon as the racket touched the tennis ball, he sensed something was amiss.
"Heh, so this is where I was waiting. But as long as my strength isn't abnormally high enough to break the limits, I'm least afraid of power-type fighters..."
Muneyoshi looked up at the opposite side, only to find that Kamishiro Reiji still had the same expression on his face, and couldn't help but chuckle.
Sizzle!
The opponent's sudden burst of powerful force landed on Muneyoshi's racket, but he skillfully neutralized it using his Sweet Spot Technique.
But that wasn't the end. Muneyoshi stomped his foot, took a deep breath, and flexed his arm muscles, applying even more force to return the tennis ball.
Kamishiro Reiji received the ball, a look of surprise appeared on his face. He felt a surge of power from the tennis ball, and then his racket was knocked away.
"Saeki scores, 30-0!"
Hanamura Aoi glanced at the racket that Kamishiro Reiji had dropped on the ground, slightly surprised.
She knew Kamishiro Reiji's strength and was familiar with his signature moves, but was this a mistake?
"Takahisa, what do you think?"
In the group from Jōsei Shōnan, Wakato Hiroshi turned his head and asked Kajimoto Takahisa a question.
He knew Kamishiro Reiji's strength very well, but Saeki Muneyoshi had just hit a flat shot, yet it still managed to knock Reiji's racket away?
It's obvious that either the opponent applied something to the tennis ball, or they used much stronger force.
Kajimoto Takahisa's eyes flickered beneath his brown hair, which was similar to Tezuka's. After a moment's thought, he said softly:
"It should be a stronger and more ferocious power, but how could someone with such a not-so-robust physique possess such great strength? Could it be Natural Divine Strength?"
Bang!
Snap
"Inside the box, 40-0!"
Bang!
"Saeki Muneyoshi scores, making it 2-0!"
On the court, Muneyoshi paid no attention to Kamishiro Reiji's little tricks. Once the strength exceeded a certain level, brute force was the simplest way to overcome all techniques.
However, he had already wasted enough time and didn't plan to play anymore. Muneyoshi's smile faded, and he started to get serious from the third game.
Kamishiro Reiji's serve.
Swish!
Toss the ball and prepare to swing.
His arm moved like a machine, striking downwards in a specific rhythm.
However, a figure flashed by and disappeared.
A loud thud.
Before Kamishiro Reiji could react after serving, the tennis ball had already been hit back by Muneyoshi and landed under the iron net behind Kamishiro Reiji.
"How could this be...?"
The members of Jōsei Shōnan's team stared wide-eyed. Their opponents had actually returned the ball with even greater speed the instant it landed, just as Kamishiro Reiji.
Such strength put them under immense pressure.
Kamishiro Reiji's long, thin eyebrows furrowed tightly. This first-year student, who looked about his age, was probably stronger than he had imagined.
Then, with four quick returns in a row, Muneyoshi broke serve again.
"Although I don't know what Coach Hanamura means by 'perfect work,' if it's only this good, it can probably only be considered a failure..."
Muneyoshi's blunt words echoed throughout the stadium.
Kamishiro Reiji gripped the handle of his racket tightly, his narrow eyes turning somewhat frightening.
Muneyoshi's words also made the expressions of the Shiro and Shonan members who were watching the battle look rather unpleasant.
"The Phantom Style Play employed by the Divine City have had absolutely no effect."
Tanaka Kouhei was somewhat indignant.
Bang!
"Game, Saeki Muneyoshi, 4-0! Change of field."
Almost unstoppable, Muneyoshi ignored whether his opponent was angry or not, and won his service game with four consecutive aces.
He didn't notice Kamishiro Reiji's current state.
At this moment, Hanamura Aoi's eyes shone brightly as she stared longingly at Saeki Muneyoshi's back.
This figure, seemingly shrouded in mist, is now displaying potential that exceeds all her previous assessments.
Hanamura Aoi's gaze deeply stung Kamishiro Reiji, and seeing this scene only strengthened the resolve in his heart.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Muneyoshi showed no mercy. Perhaps he had played too many matches today, which made him less patient, or perhaps Dark was particularly active today. Dark, which had been quiet after the match against Mitsuya, was now radiating warmth again.
This caused him to become increasingly ruthless.
Bang!
A sharp gust of wind swept through, and the tennis ball made a buzzing sound.
"Saeki Muneyoshi..."
Across the court, as Muneyoshi began to show no mercy, Kamishiro Reiji started to struggle to keep up.
The immense power and mental pressure made him feel his body growing heavier and heavier.
As he looked at the figure on the sidelines, a thought grew stronger and stronger in Kamishiro Reiji's mind.
A deep sense of malice emanated from his body, and his movements became increasingly exaggerated.
"Kamijo, no!!"
A sudden exclamation from Hanamura Aoi drew Muneyoshi's attention back to Kamishiro Reiji, who had somehow adopted a very strange pose with his arms crossed.
This action...
"Heh, go ahead!"
Kamishiro Reiji, who had his arms crossed in front of him, suddenly twisted his waist and raised his racket.
A chilling killing intent flashed in his light purple eyes.
Bang!
His muscles and bones trembled and vibrated, and as he swung his racket, it produced a sharp whistling sound that seemed to tear through the air.
The mustard-yellow tennis ball, under the powerful centrifugal force of rotation, became extremely unstable, and the tiny fibers on it seemed to transform into sharp needles.
This ball was aimed directly at Muneyoshi's eyes.
"Um!"
"Court death!"
Muneyoshi, who had some recollection of the original Jōsei Shōnan, immediately realized that this was Kamishiro Reiji's extremely dangerous move, and it was aimed directly at his eyes!
This is the Deep Power!
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