Spanish Flair (Seven Updates)

Muneyoshi opened his phone and saw a notification from Tezuka about the Kanto Tournament. He replied with a few words and then closed his phone.

"Mom, I think I saw Dad's car."

Pushing his luggage out of the terminal, Muneyoshi looked at his mother, who had been on the phone with his father ever since they got off the plane, and felt somewhat helpless.

However, he still had sharp eyes and even while pushing a large pile of luggage, he still spotted his father at a glance.

"Kannai, over here."

As soon as he finished speaking, Muneyoshi's father saw them, drove the black sedan that was not far away to a stop in front of them, and rolled down the window.

"Muneyoshi, quickly move the luggage to the car. You sit in the back."

"Father, your preferential treatment is too obvious..."

Saeki Muneyoshi was speechless. The couple's personalities really hadn't changed at all. They hadn't gotten tired of each other after all these years. He always felt like he was superfluous.

"Haha, if you came alone, why would I come to pick you up personally?"

Laughing, he jogged to open the passenger door and, after his mother Kannai, was seated, Muneyoshi put all his luggage in the trunk.

"Fasten your seatbelts, we're off."

"Muneyoshi's here in Spain, where would you like to go?"

"I don't want to go out for the time being..."

"No way, what kind of behavior is it for someone so young to stay indoors? You have to go out and play. Here, this is the card, the password is *****."

Looking at the bank card his father forced on him, Muneyoshi felt utterly speechless.

"Father, if you want to be affectionate with Mother and want to get rid of me, give me a good reason. I'm not a child anymore..."

Saeki's father was somewhat surprised, seemingly not expecting that the little brat from before would suddenly understand so much, and then said something awkwardly.

"Wow, our Muneyoshi has grown up too!"

As for Muneyoshi's claim that he was sent away, was his behavior that obvious?

"Pfft~"

The mother, Kannai, chuckled as she watched the father and son bickering.

"Okay, I won't be a third wheel for you and Mom. Just take me to the nearest court."

Saeki Muneyoshi's lips twitched into a smile, and he spoke in a strange tone.

"Well..."

Saeki's father had originally intended to reason with him, but upon hearing how obedient Muneyoshi was, he swallowed all his words.

"Good!"

Shortly after, in front of a tennis club, Muneyoshi got out of the car, and then his father and mother ran off in a flash.

Looking at the beautifully decorated tennis club in front of me, and my parents who had disappeared in a flash.

For a moment, Muneyoshi felt like he was superfluous.

It seems my presence is affecting their time together?

"Well, Father's been away on business for so long, and I haven't seen Mother in ages, so I'll just go back a little later!"

Silently making a decision to grant his father's wish, Muneyoshi looked at the club in front of him.

"Spain tennis, huh? Let me see what you've got to offer."

After straightening his clothes and slinging the tennis bag back over his shoulder, Muneyoshi strode into the impressive-looking tennis club.

To be honest, Muneyoshi isn't very familiar with Spain tennis.

After all, he only learned when he came into this world that the head coach of the Spain team was Echizen Nanjirō.

Meanwhile, Echizen Nanjirō should be in America, teaching the prince of this world.

When and how did Nanjirou become the coach of the Spain team?

Muneyoshi was completely unaware of the various reasons that had occurred.

Is it because the rules of this world want to force a scenario where the son defeats the Old Man, that this whole thing happened?

Otherwise, given the strength Ryoma has shown, it seems completely impossible for him to truly defeat his Old Man in the short term.

However, it is still possible for Echizen Ryoma's team to defeat the team led by Echizen Nanjirō.

Does this count as achieving a goal and winning a victory?

Saeki Muneyoshi didn't quite understand this.

However, he didn't dwell on these things.

The current Spain team is completely different from the Spain team two years from now; he had already done some research before coming.

The current Spain national team captain is someone he's never heard of, and as for the others, he's mostly unfamiliar with them as well.

This is not surprising, since even two years later in Spain, he knew nothing about anything except the name of the team's captain.

However, he did know about the future Spain star player – Medrano.

As a rising star in Spain, his news appears in various magazines.

Like Muneyoshi, he was originally a junior high school student, specifically in his third year.

However, it seems that he skipped a grade from junior high to high school this year in order to participate in the U-17 World Cup.

And his full name should be Antonio da Medrano.

These days, Muneyoshi doesn't worry about things that are too far removed from his life.

U-17 and World Tournament are too far removed from his life.

His primary reason for agreeing to come to Spain was to improve his own abilities.

After entering the club, Muneyoshi pretended to be a beginner and directly asked the club staff about tennis.

Having finally come all the way to Spain, how could he not experience the splendor of tennis here?

After all, when it comes to tennis, Spain is much stronger than Japan; they are one of the "Big Four" in the U-17 World Cup.

Led by staff, he entered the various training fields. After a brief introduction, the staff went to attend to other matters.

Muneyoshi also expressed his desire to visit the club himself, and the club agreed.

Spain has a strong tennis culture, attracting many people every day who come specifically to learn tennis.

You can see many "beginners" like Muneyoshi every day at the club.

Therefore, the staff were not surprised.

The club that Saeki's father brought him to was the most reputable club in the area.

The internal training procedures and equipment are very standardized, so even an Asian like Muneyoshi wouldn't have any problems coming in.

This is also why Saeki's father felt completely at ease leaving him here.

But if it's a street court, that's dangerous; it's a melting pot of all sorts of people, and all kinds of methods are involved.

Tennis in the world of Prince of Tennis is not as virtuous and righteous as it was portrayed in the early stages of the original work.

Even in England, a country renowned for its "gentlemen," all sorts of despicable and appalling methods are commonplace.

After all, in any world, the most rampant and serious form of gambling on sports is in the underground markets of Europe.

Tennis is no exception.

Once all sports involve money and capital, you'll discover that there's a very dirty side hidden behind them.

Although Saeki Muneyoshi looks only twelve or thirteen years old now, his mentality is quite different.

Therefore, he was not in a hurry, but instead slowly moved around to observe the various stadiums where the club had matches and training sessions.

"This one won't do either... It's not even as good as Oshitari..."

After watching a few matches, Muneyoshi shook his head at the club's apparent strength.

As expected of an area only for beginners, even though he had been immersed in Spain since childhood, none of the dozen or so venues he had just visited interested him.

After thinking for a moment, Muneyoshi found the staff member he had just met, recharged his membership, and then entered the inner area.

This made the staff even more enthusiastic towards Muneyoshi.

Along the way, I kept introducing him to various scientific training methods, as well as the corresponding coaches and even personal trainers.

Basically, it's about promoting how many professional players a certain coach has trained, how strong he is, and so on.

Muneyoshi followed silently behind him with a smile on his face, neither urging nor interrupting.

He would stop wherever the staff stopped to take a look.

"Huh..."

After wandering around for another five or six minutes, Saeki Muneyoshi finally spotted a pretty good match on a field.

The two figures constantly battling on the field actually looked somewhat familiar.

Muneyoshi immediately became interested.

I tried to get into the venue by ignoring the staff who kept introducing things.

His gaze remained fixed on the two combatants, so he didn't notice the approaching figure as he turned the corner.

"Bang!"

A tall, dark-skinned athlete was walking towards Muneyoshi while chatting and laughing with a muscular white athlete. They bumped into each other.

Muneyoshi stumbled from the impact and was about to look up when an unfriendly voice reached his ears.

"Oh? A yellow-skinned monkey, a Chinese?"

In recent years, as China's strength has soared, its authority in the world has increased.

The perception that people with Asian features in Europe and America are usually considered Japan or South Korea has been reversed.

They subconsciously assume that Asians are Chinese.

Muneyoshi expressed his pleasure at the error and therefore did not correct the statement.

"I'm sorry, I didn't notice who came in just now. I apologize."

The contestant, with dark brown skin and a very tall stature, saw Muneyoshi apologizing, even though he was just a child, and magnanimously said it was nothing.

Muneyoshi nodded and prepared to leave.

But then, a burly white man blocked Muneyoshi's path once again.

"Hmm? Is there anything else?"

"You only apologized to Anderson, but what about me? Don't I, Tatum, deserve your apology?"

The white man was being unreasonable; Muneyoshi hadn't even touched him, yet he still wanted Muneyoshi to apologize.

Muneyoshi was furious, but after seeing the white man's contemptuous look, he realized what was going on.

This is Spain, and it's a tennis club. Muneyoshi has an Asian face.

Discrimination, bullying newcomers.

Having figured this out, Muneyoshi knew that nothing he said in words was of any use.

"Judging from your expression, even if I did bump into you and apologized, you probably still wouldn't let me off the hook, right?"

"Just say what you want!"

Muneyoshi cut to the chase and asked a question in return.

A hint of surprise flashed across the white man Tatum's eyes; he hadn't expected an Asian to be so bold.

However, he didn't care much; he was just looking for something fun.

The white man, Tatum, glanced at Muneyoshi's tennis bag and snorted dismissively.

"You Asians play tennis too? How about we have a match? I'll forgive you if you beat me!"

"Huh? Tatum, you?"

Anderson, with his dark brown skin and tall stature, frowned, turned to look at Tatum, who was much more muscular than him, and asked with a hint of doubt.

However, after seeing the fleeting look of disdain in the other person's eyes and noticing Muneyoshi's complexion, he understood.

Recalling his own experience when he first arrived, he said with some reluctance, "Let it go, Tatum. We have other things to take care of."

Tatum had no intention of giving Anderson any face and went straight into the arena where Muneyoshi had seen the "acquaintance" before. There were still two empty courts inside.

However, Tatum still maintained a semblance of "gentlemanly" manners, saying in a "friendly" tone, "Come on, Asian brat, let's have a fight, and I'll forgive you!"

Anderson was about to say something when Muneyoshi interrupted him.

"Okay! Come on!"

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