Echizen Ryoma Takes Off the Gloves-or He'll Be Going to Hell with Them! (Bonus Chapter for Reaching 1,000 Monthly Votes)

"Hah!"

Ryoma leaped high into the air and let out a battle cry. As his arm reached its highest point, he whipped it forward, putting all his strength into smashing his racket against the yellow tennis ball.

Bang!

The ball shot across the court, spinning fiercely as it landed in the corner of Muneyoshi's service box.

"Whoa! That's worth praising. You're so small, yet you can hit an Aerial High Volley? And your aim isn't bad either..."

Muneyoshi watched every move Echizen Ryoma made. Seeing that Ryoma had actually managed to pull off the shot, he didn't hold back his praise.

He seemed genuinely pleased to see how much Ryoma had improved.

It wasn't as if Muneyoshi was blindly complimenting him just because he was the "protagonist."

Though it was only the first point, Muneyoshi could tell that Ryoma's serves had become more decisive and fierce.

He had also improved in the way he handled the little details.

The only thing that felt out of place was that Muneyoshi was the one giving the commentary.

At any other time, even during practice, Ryoma would have been delighted to hear it.

But this was a match, and they were opponents!

Muneyoshi's attitude made it abundantly clear that Ryoma was nowhere near good enough to make him take the match seriously.

Naturally, that infuriated Ryoma. Seeing the smile on Muneyoshi's face, he swore inwardly:

Just you wait. I'll beat you!

"Angry already?"

Ryoma's change in expression didn't escape Muneyoshi. A glint flashed in his eyes.

Then he quickly shifted his feet a few steps.

With a light step, Muneyoshi moved into position in front of the ball without any wasted motion.

"If you're already getting angry, what are you going to do later? I'll even tell you where I'm hitting it: the