"I know, Irie-senpai."
At that, Irie nodded and crouched low at the net again, ready to defend.
This time, Benbolly was the one receiving serve.
"Spain... Looks like they're about to show their true strength!"
Yukimura gave Frio at the net and Benbolly at the baseline a long, hard look, then tossed the ball high once more.
Anyone standing close enough would have noticed that Yukimura had now deprived himself of all five senses, entering his own Zero Sense state.
For Yukimura, tennis was everything.
Though he was in Zero Sense, what showed on the outside was his love for tennis.
Thwack!
The ball cracked off his racket and vanished from sight.
"It's even faster than the first one. Can he keep getting stronger?"
Thwack!
But a serve that fast didn't pose much of a problem for Benbolly.
He whipped a backhand, and the ball flashed away from his racket like a streak of golden light.
"Nice return, Benbolly. You timed it perfectly, too!"
As he spoke, Irie darted sideways, blocking the way at the net.
He pushed off on his toes and leaped, swinging his arm with a sharp snap. Without waiting for the ball to bounce, he slammed it down as it crossed the net.
Thwack!
A straight beam of golden light shot toward the far corner of Benbolly's baseline.
"Heh. A shot to the dead corner of the baseline won't work on me!"
The two Spaniards weren't surprised by Irie's shot. Benbolly sprinted toward the corner, covering the distance in a few quick strides before leaping high and performing a backflip in midair.
His supple body stretched into an astonishingly fluid pose.
The ball, aimed at the dead corner, was returned with a casual stroke in a way that seemed downright impossible.
Thwack!
Benbolly landed steadily on