Rustle~
Gravel flew in every direction, dust billowed, and a fierce wind howled.
Jūjirō Oni's terrifying strike pierced Reinhardt's defense and slammed into the wall behind him.
A breeze swept through. As the dust gradually cleared, the spectators saw the enormous hole the tennis ball had punched through the wall behind Reinhardt, and they all drew a sharp breath.
A huge crater had appeared in the wall, surrounded by a dense web of cracks.
At the very center of the crater, the tennis ball was completely charred black.
"What terrifying destructive power!"
"No way. The captain's racket was actually pierced?"
Watching this unfold, nearly all the middle schoolers in America's player area gaped in disbelief.
After all, their captain, who they had thought was incredibly powerful, had just had his racket smashed through by the other player. It was almost impossible to believe.
It felt as if their idol had been shattered.
But Alan Hopkins, Kiko Valentin, and the others, who knew Reinhardt well, remained fairly calm.
Especially Dr. Hopkins, Reinhardt's longtime doubles partner. He had absolute faith in Reinhardt's ability.
Otherwise, in the original story, he wouldn't have forfeited when victory was already within reach, allowing both teams' captains to take the court.
Then he went on to defeat Switzerland completely.
Of course, not all the middle schoolers in America's rest area were shocked. Ryoma, for instance, was staring at Japan Team's performance with his mind completely blank.
When he saw Koganei smiling happily on the other side, Ryoma even murmured in a daze:
"Wasn't Japan Team supposed to be weak? How is this possible? Their players are unbelievably powerful."
Echizen Ryoma felt as if his half-brother had tricked him.
In Japan Team's player area, everyone had regained some of their composure. A faint smile appeared on Mori Juzaburo's