A Light Victory

"Is this what a true world-class match is like?"

Standing on the court once again, Fuji narrowed his eyes as he looked around.

Even though he had experienced this once yesterday, being watched by so many people and standing in an environment like this still made him feel the pressure.

"Is this what Tezuka has been pursuing all along?"

Without a sufficiently strong spirit, someone would probably be crushed by the pressure and unable to even show their usual skill!

"I'll set foot on this path too, Tezuka!"

Fuji quickly composed himself. After all, he had already experienced this once yesterday, and now he was setting his own goal for himself.

"It looks like Fuji is enjoying this kind of match too. Phew! Being on a stage like this is absolutely exhilarating!"

Shiraishi leaned gracefully against the wall outside the court. Watching Fuji seem to take another step forward, he rhythmically tapped the hand wrapped in bandages.

Fuji wasn't the only one with thoughts like these.

The flames in all these middle schoolers' hearts had been kindled by Muneyoshi yesterday.

"It's starting! Hurry up, you guys!"

A group of people in the stands called out excitedly. Looking closely, many of them were middle schoolers who had failed to make the Japan U17 team.

There were Momoshiro, Kaidoh, Shinji, Kamio, and others, as well as a few supporters.

For example, Horio and his two friends, Tomoka, Ryuzaki, and Tachibana An.

Tachibana An's gaze swept over the Japan Team, and she quickly came to a decision:

"The big liar and my brother aren't here. Looks like neither of them will be playing today, so I'll cheer for the others."

As the two players from the Japan Team walked onto the court, two tall figures emerged from the Serbia Team's side. They