Only when the referee urged him on did Echizen Nanjirō finally stop, still reluctant to end his lesson.
"If you can, teach that guy on the other side a good lesson."
After hearing Echizen Nanjirō's request, Medanore, who was about to take the court, smiled knowingly despite his cold expression.
"Don't worry, Head Coach. I'll trample that super middle schooler from the Japan Team."
As he spoke, Medanore turned his gaze to Antonio. "Watch the next match carefully. See how I play."
Though he hadn't taken the court yet, Medanore was brimming with confidence that he would win.
Seeing Medanore's confident yet stern expression, Antonio's face twitched.
"I'll watch carefully from the sidelines. And don't forget, 'you' made a promise to play Saeki."
At that, Medanore's gaze turned haughty once more. He said coldly,
"That was something you promised him before. But... this time, I can make an exception and honor that promise!"
With that, Medanore picked up his racket and strode onto the court with an air of supremacy.
"Is that Medanore? He really is a different person from that Antonio we saw before..."
"We've finally reached the final, and both sides have their captains playing. This match is going to be good..."
"They're both pros, too. You could practically call this a professional match..."
The Melbourne U-17 World Cup had finally reached its grand final, and the spectators outside the court began making bold predictions.
Some favored the Japan Team, since they had beaten Germany.
Others favored Spain, since they were one of the old-guard BIG4 and had a prodigy even stronger than Polk.
Both sides had their arguments and reasons, and the debate grew more heated as Saeki Muneyoshi and Medanore stepped onto the court.
At the same time, the two instantly drew everyone's