Antonio kept scoring point after point, and victory tilted further and further toward Spain.
Tokugawa's conviction—the belief he had clung to in order to defeat Byōdōin and pursue the ideals in his heart—now seemed utterly laughable.
He "watched" himself step by step toward defeat, yet under the control of his friend and rival, he couldn't fight back at all.
No one could accept such a feeling.
"We're going to win!"
Seeing Antonio score again, Medrano was clearly pleased with his performance.
As long as Antonio won this match, Medrano believed Frio and Benbolly would surely win the next one too.
Then, as Spain's captain, he might not even need to take the court before claiming the final victory without a doubt.
Thwack!
"Ace! Spain Team scores, 40–0."
"Match point for Spain!"
"Finish him off, Antonio!"
Medrano calmly instructed his younger brother from the sideline.
"Got it..."
"Japan Team is finished!"
"They beat Germany, but they paid too high a price. Even their captain was injured. Losing to Spain is only to be expected..."
"Exactly. For a team outside the BIG4 to make it this far, they were already incredibly lucky."
"Now Spain gets to wrap up the match!"
"Spain! Spain!"
The spectators buzzed with discussion. At last, the Spanish fans in the stands gave vent to their emotions, cheering wildly for Spain.
They couldn't believe that Japan Team's utterly unremarkable Singles 2 player could pull off a comeback from the brink in this situation.
The cheers for Spain passed through the cage's confines and reached Tokugawa's ears.
The sound seemed distant, yet it pierced him all the same.
Intense resentment and frustration kept rising within him.
Was his dream of conquering the world through benevolence and righteousness really going to end here?
*Was the way he had tried to