The Main Draw Begins: Serbia

"All right, it's about time. We should get going."

Outside the hotel, as the Japan Team members boarded the bus one after another, Mifune Nyudo, who followed close behind, was pleased with their condition.

But he still shouted loudly:

"Today is your first match against the world, but there's no need to worry.

They're only the Serbia team. Sure, they're a strong team ranked twelfth in points, but that's all they are. Crush them."

"Yes!"

Yesterday's hard-fought match between Muneyoshi and the others and Germany had definitely been worthwhile.

First, just as Mifune Nyudo had predicted, winning the exhibition match had greatly boosted the confidence of the middle schoolers who were competing in the World Tournament for the first time.

Even setting Muneyoshi aside, Fuji had also put on a brilliant performance yesterday. He had more than held his own against Germany's middle schoolers.

Since that was the case, what did they have to fear from the Serbia team, which was nowhere near as strong as Germany?

Second, Muneyoshi's outstanding performance the day before had proved his ability beyond doubt.

Now, the Japan Team finally had fans of its own. They wouldn't be booed the moment they stepped onto the court like before.

And Muneyoshi's spectacular match against Polk had greatly impressed Yonex.

They had reached out to media outlets they had good connections with, flooding them with reports about Saeki Muneyoshi and drawing a huge wave of attention to him.

A few sponsors were regretting that they'd offered too little at the time, letting Yonex get such a bargain.

The bus rolled steadily toward the venue. Mifune Nyudo and the coaches sat up front, while Muneyoshi and the others occupied several seats at the back.

"I can feel my blood starting to boil!"

Marui Bunta said excitedly.

"Hey, kid,