Seeing Through Muneyoshi's Thoughts

In the blink of an eye, the Germany Team had taken the first game.

Polk had finally shown the skill expected of one of the world's top high school players.

Yet everyone who knew the truth stared wide-eyed.

What had they just seen?

Polk's usually unstoppable Vortex Baptism had been sent back by Saeki Muneyoshi.

Although the ball had ultimately gone out because of a lack of control, Muneyoshi had genuinely returned it.

For many people watching from the stands, that was hard to accept.

After all, they were all "ghosts" who had drowned beneath Polk's Vortex Baptism.

And now Saeki Muneyoshi, a mere middle schooler, had actually—

But Muneyoshi on the court had no time to care what those people thought. The serve changed hands, and the ball was back with him.

Since he had won the first game with an ace, it was Muneyoshi's turn to serve again. Polk focused intently.

Seeing this, Muneyoshi narrowed his eyes across the court.

He had more than one kind of serve.

Muneyoshi took a deep breath and tossed the tennis ball into the air.

Then he lightly clenched his hand, drawing countless currents of air toward him.

His tall, slender frame stood poised at the back of the court. His silver-white hair fluttered, and a glint of white flashed in his brown eyes.

The ball reached its peak and began to fall. Currents of air transformed into azure light around Muneyoshi.

Thwack!

The instant the ball reached the perfect spot, Muneyoshi swung his racket forward from behind his head in a smooth arc.

The mass of Qi coiled around him rapidly contracted onto his racket, its size covering half the service box.

Immediately afterward, the azure mass burst forth. A fierce gale and overwhelming mental pressure swept toward Polk and Frankensteiner.