The Tennis Geniuses Continue

"Yukimura-kun is indeed not to be underestimated. He puts immense pressure on people. Now, whether it's his technique, spirit, or speed, he's already outstanding."

"Even though I've worked this hard, I still haven't caught up to him. Is this what a true genius is? I really want to have a good match!"

Through watching matches and simulations, Saeki Muneyoshi felt a heavy pressure, but he wasn't afraid. The gap between them wasn't that large; he just needed to break through.

Then they would be on the same starting line.

Looking at the two who had already shaken hands, a strange light flashed in Muneyoshi's eyes.

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"Hmm, let's let Yukimura-kun experience the view from the top first. There's fun in being the one chasing too..."

After glancing back at Yukimura and Sanada, who was about to face him, Saeki Muneyoshi squeezed out of the crowd and walked towards a vending machine.

"I've been standing for so long, I'm a bit thirsty."

He wasn't in a hurry to leave yet. Anyway, he had nothing to do until the school year started.

He was thinking of waiting until Sanada and Yukimura finished their match and had rested enough, then he would find an opportunity to spar with one of them.

Thinking this, Muneyoshi couldn't help but think about the tennis club again.

Fudomine was a complete mess. Before Tachibana Kippei arrived, it was a swamp that couldn't even win the district preliminaries.

And compared to Seigaku's bad habit of first-years only picking up balls, Fudomine was even more speechless. Even second-years could only be practice partners; only third-years could become regulars.

Thinking of Yukimura and Atobe, who started a great change from their first year, he couldn't be too weak.

But Fudomine's situation was complicated. Compared to private schools like Seigaku, Hyotei, Rikkai Dai, Yamabuki, and Rokkaku, it was one of the few public schools in Tokyo Metropolis.

Precisely because it was public, the quality of students wasn't very high, and it often involved the reputation of politicians.

"Hmm, I might be able to find a way around this... I remember my father's company seems to have some connections with the local politicians, maybe I can..."

Kyushu, Kumamoto.

A similar match was also taking place in the Kumamoto Tennis Forest Gymnasium.

A tall boy with fluffy curly hair, holding a tennis racket, entered the court at the same time as another boy with long golden hair. The two stopped at the net, looked at each other, and sighed:

"Kippei, you've gotten stronger again."

The fluffy-haired boy was Chitose Senri, and the golden-haired boy was Tachibana Kippei, one of the future pillars of Fudomine that Muneyoshi was thinking about.

These two were extremely famous tennis prodigies in the Kyushu region, and this year's Kyushu Junior Tennis Tournament had ultimately come down to these two.

Tachibana Kippei glanced at Chitose upon hearing his words, but he didn't underestimate him because of Chitose's remark.

He was well aware of his friend's strength and knew he wasn't weaker than him.

Tachibana Kippei exuded a beast-like aura, his fighting spirit burning as he said:

"Chitose, your strength is not bad either. If I'm not careful, I might not fare well against you."

"But this is more interesting. With a strong opponent like you, tennis becomes more fun."

"Kippei, you really are something, not giving me any chance to breathe or slack off!"

Tachibana Kippei, who knew his friend's personality very well, ignored Chitose's complaint and continued:

"Chitose, I can't wait to enter junior high and lead Shishigaku to the pinnacle of the national stage together. Will you join me?"

"Oh dear, Kippei, I'm not thinking that far ahead. Instead of dreaming about the future, it's better to focus on the present. But I'm not going to let you win this match."

"Exactly as I wish, Chitose!"

"Service or return?"

"Service!"

"Match begins! One set decides the winner, Chitose Senri to serve."

Kansai, Osaka.

On the rooftop of Shitenhoji Junior High's teaching building, Mori Juzaburo had secretly left his club early to avoid the heavy training schedule and was hiding in this corner.

Covering himself with his jacket and putting on his headphones, he was about to close his eyes for a short nap.

"Mori-senpai, you're sneaking away to slack off again."

A boy with brown and white hair, seemingly just finished training and out of breath, happened to catch Mori in the act.

Mori Juzaburo opened his hazy eyes and casually glanced over, "Oh, it's Kono-chan by coincidence. Was it Hirazeni-guy, or did Ashu send you?"

"But it doesn't matter. Let me sleep for a while. I just got here. Go tell them I'll be there soon."

After saying that, he pouted and fell asleep.

Shiraishi Kuranosuke was still an elementary school student, but due to his outstanding talent, he was discovered by Coach Shu of Shitenhoji and participated in Shitenhoji's training early.

He was usually the most lively in the club, but even he couldn't do anything about Mori-senpai.

In the end, he could only sigh helplessly and returned to the training grounds.

Shiraishi returned to the training hall dejected. Ashu, who had been resting nearby, slowly opened his eyes with a lazy expression.

"Yo, what's up, Little Shiraishi? Got shut down by Mouri again? Hahaha..."

Shiraishi Kuranosuke rolled his eyes in frustration. It wasn't exactly that he'd been shut down, but rather Mouri's lack of drive angered him. He deeply envied Mouri's talent.

The other guy's talent was far superior to his own.

It was a shame that despite having such incredible tennis talent, Mouri was just wasting it. This made Shiraishi, who considered training his entire purpose, very annoyed.

However, he was still a junior and shouldn't treat his senior like this. Suppressing the anger in his heart, Shiraishi Kuranosuke finally spoke, puzzled.

"Coach Ashu, why do you think people with great talent are willing to just let it go to waste like this?"

"Oh, you envy other people's talent?"

"..."

Shiraishi didn't speak, but his expression said it all.

After a long silence, Ashu stood up, brushed the dust off his pants, gestured to Shiraishi Kuranosuke, and started walking forward.

Shiraishi didn't understand Ashu's intention, but he followed the other man's footsteps into the coaches' dormitory.

"Coach Ashu, what is this? It's so heavy!"

"Heh heh, it's pure gold. By the way, Shiraishi, you'll keep it with you until graduation."

"Uh..."

"This is all my worldly possessions."

With that, Ashu walked towards the court without looking back, casually waving his hand at Shiraishi. "I'm counting on you, okay? Make sure no one finds out!"

"Ah, wait, Coach Ashu!"

Ignoring Shiraishi's panic and confusion behind him, Ashu's eyes were incredibly calm.

"Little Shiraishi, even if you just keep up with basic training, there's still a chance to surpass geniuses. Keep up the good work."

The scene shifted back to Tokyo Metropolis, an hour later. The junior finals had already concluded.

Saeki Muneyoshi sat up from the grass. The sun was beginning to set.

"Hmm, I actually fell asleep."

"The match is over already? Looks like I missed it. Oh well, I'll just head home. There will be plenty of opportunities to meet people later."

He brushed the dead grass off his clothes, slung his tennis bag over his shoulder, and walked out of the park.

ps: It's the weekend today, and I only have one day off. It was too hot at noon, so I didn't want to go out. I'll write a few more chapters. Please support me.