The tennis ball struck the net once more!
"Into the net! Double fault!"
"Game, Japan Team, 4–5."
"Change ends!"
At the sound of the umpire's voice, the court and net reappeared before Benbolly's eyes.
Benbolly stared ahead in a daze, momentarily lost.
"Spanish player!"
"Stop spacing out. It's time to change ends!"
Seeing that Benbolly still stood motionless, the umpire reminded him.
"Sorry, Umpire!"
Benbolly came to his senses and hurriedly apologized.
Frio was already waiting on the other side. But judging by how hard he was struggling, it probably wouldn't be long before he broke free.
Seeing this, Benbolly felt a little relieved.
However, after they changed ends, a strange smile appeared on Irie's face. He took a tennis ball from his pocket.
"Never criticize a truth you don't understand, or you may pay for your mistake with your life!"
"Senior Irie really is a passionate Shakespeare fan!"
Muneyoshi was all too familiar with what was happening on the court. When he had first entered the training camp, Irie had taught him the same way.
Even they didn't know exactly how strong Irie had become.
But one thing was certain: Muneyoshi could sense two surging forces of mental power on the court, continuously blending together.
The two forces seemed to be merging, on the verge of an unimaginable transformation.
That was why Yukimura and Irie could gradually gain the upper hand against Benbolly.
Knowing this, Muneyoshi's lips curled into a smile as he watched Irie and Yukimura on the court, full of anticipation.
On the court, as Irie finished speaking,
a phantom figure about his height suddenly appeared behind him.
Benbolly's pupils contracted. That was the figure he'd seen before, the one controlling the stage play.
But before he could say a word, the court and net vanished from