Randy Puga, Henry Nobel III, and Albert Federer all looked worried.
Seeing how the match had turned out, they felt deeply responsible.
Their lack of skill had cost them two straight games.
As a result, Amadeus was under tremendous pressure and had no choice but to face their opponent's ace in Singles Two.
As members of the Swiss team, they were tormented by the fact that they couldn't contribute to the team.
Yet, just as they were wracked with guilt, Muneyoshi took another point from a professional player like Amadeus.
And he reached match point first.
Thwack!
"Game, point to Saeki Muneyoshi of Japan. The score is 5–4."
"The players will change ends!"
As the players changed ends, the spectators and players on both sides watched the replay on the large screen above the court, seeing the decisive moment of that last point.
"He's incredible... He's only a middle schooler. How can he be this good?"
Peter Lambert gripped the chair in front of him tightly. He could no longer hide his amazement at Saeki Muneyoshi's performance.
Hearing that, Henry Nobel III, another middle schooler sitting beside him, felt awful.
Especially when he saw Saeki Muneyoshi dominating their ace. His emotions churned like a raging sea.
They were both middle schoolers. So why was Muneyoshi so good?
That pale moonlight rising in the darkness, along with Saeki Muneyoshi's back, was etched into his heart.
Now, he saw Saeki Muneyoshi as someone to catch up to. But the distance between them was like a chasm.
"Ohhh!"
"Japan!"
"Saeki Muneyoshi!"
The spectators on the sidelines couldn't believe that a middle schooler like Saeki Muneyoshi could actually hold his own against a professional.
But soon, they were cheering for Muneyoshi even more enthusiastically.
Before, Muneyoshi's popularity had felt hollow, built up by