Passing Hope on to the Future

Madness and despair filled Sanada's chest. Waves of grim energy began to swirl around his body.

But the energy didn't gather together. Sanada had neither the will nor the desire to make it do so. At that moment, all he wanted was to let it out.

He felt that if he didn't, he would explode at any moment.

"Saeki Muneyoshi, who do you think you are? And who do you think I am?"

"For all these years, no matter how grueling the training, no matter how tedious the exercises that could improve my skills, I've stuck with them. The man standing here now is Sanada Genichirou!!!"

Sanada lifted his dust-covered yet unyielding face and looked fearlessly at Muneyoshi across the net.

His fierce indignation and unwillingness to accept defeat became fuel for his willpower. A new strength surged through his body.

Though faint, this strength was like a tonic, causing the black aura around him to swell.

As the black aura expanded, Sanada broke free of Muneyoshi's dark domain. A fearsome presence rose from his body.

"Saeki Muneyoshi, I'm grateful to you for letting me experience the sights of hell. Now I've truly climbed back out."

Sanada's voice rang out softly.

A vast black aura coiled around him, with a blood-red glow like a surging wave surrounding its outer edge. It made Sanada look even more imposing.

As the tornado of black aura continued to spin, it drove Muneyoshi's Dark Radiance completely out of nearly half the court.

"I'm no longer the Sanada Genichirou you could toy with at will. Here I come..."

Instead of striking the ball with his racket, Sanada gently tossed it into the air with the hand gripping it. His eyes shone with confidence and resolve. "As swift as... a gale!"

A storm erupted. The black