Will Not Be Nothing, Unborn Nothing

It was the eighth game, Novak Djokovic's service game.

"Hmm, I've just about adapted. It's time to fight back..."

Novak Djokovic glanced across the court and gave a soft snort.

Under the pressure from Tanegashima Shūji, he'd been able to unleash his full strength. Now, everything felt wonderful.

The muscles in his arm began to tense and ripple. When the high-tossed ball dropped to the perfect height, he swung with all his might, bringing his racket down hard.

Bam!

It seemed that being thoroughly suppressed by Tanegashima had shown him the path forward.

At that moment, Novak Djokovic's resolve became pure and focused. That intense concentration made the ball fly even faster.

"Whoa, you really don't let up once you've got the upper hand..."

Tanegashima shook his head helplessly and ran a hand over his white hair.

But while he said that, his body told a different story.

After judging where the ball would land, Tanegashima quietly took several steps back, giving himself more time to react.

"Already Extinguished Nothing!"

The ball had gotten faster, but Tanegashima still tracked it with ease.

And since he'd made his decision, he stopped holding back and swung his racket in a direct backhand.

He returned the ball as soon as it entered his backhand zone.

Forehand or backhand didn't matter. As long as Tanegashima Shūji's racket could reach the ball, he could easily send it wherever he wanted.

That remarkable talent came naturally to him.

"That's an enviable ability."

Novak Djokovic wasn't surprised by the result. The previous games had gone much the same way.

But with a solid foundation and stamina to rely on, he wasn't about to give up so easily.

Besides...

"I've completely adapted to the pattern of that move!"

Tap, tap!

Facing the white streak hurtling back toward him,