Spain's First Match (Eight Updates)
The two people on the adjacent field, who were playing a match at the time, turned around when they saw Muneyoshi and the others walk in without saying hello.
One of them had an Asian face, while the other was white; both were teenagers.
Judging by their appearance alone, one might almost assume that their relationship is similar to that of Muneyoshi and Tatum.
However, Muneyoshi knew that the two of them were not enemies, but rather had a good relationship.
Bang!
The match was interrupted as the tennis ball flew right past the Asian boy's feet, but he didn't seem to care.
His gaze fell directly on Muneyoshi, who was also very curious about the presence of another Asian face in the club.
The white teenager opposite frowned upon seeing Tatum; he knew very well what kind of person this guy was.
However, he only glanced at Muneyoshi and did not stop him.
Such things happen every day; if he were to try to manage them, he simply couldn't.
Therefore, after turning his gaze away, he glanced at his companion opposite him and said in a deep voice, "Our match isn't over yet. Stop watching and continue the game, Tokugawa."
That's right, this Asian-looking boy is none other than Tokugawa Kazuya, who is still in junior high school.
His opponent, who was also his friend, his classmate, and the Spain tennis prodigy who taught him to play tennis, was Antonio da Medrano.
"Okay, Meda."
Tokugawa withdrew his gaze from Muneyoshi. Although he could see that Tatum had ill intentions, he did not step forward to stop Muneyoshi just because he was Asian.
Such things are normal at this club. Even he, with Medrano's help, encountered many similar situations.
After all, establishing oneself in this club is no easy feat.
The largest tennis club that Saeki's father brought Muneyoshi to was no ordinary club.
Instead, it is a training camp jointly established with the Spain U-14 training camp, and has the right to supply talent to the Spain U-17 training camp.
Tokugawa Kazuya attended elementary school in Japan. When he was preparing to enter junior high school, he came to Spain for some reason and entered the same school as Medrano.
They became friends.
At that time, Medrano had already shown his talent and attracted the attention of the Spain U-14 team.
Because of his connection with Medrano, Tokugawa Kazuya began elite tennis training here, and his skills improved rapidly.
They are all currently in the third year of junior high school, but Medrano was allowed to skip a grade and go to high school due to special circumstances.
Moreover, Medrano was selected as a key player for Spain's U-17 team two years ago.
They are preparing to compete in this year's Junior World Cup.
Meanwhile, Tokugawa Kazuya, whose skills were not yet up to par, was still training hard at the club.
Medrano knew this, which is why he sought out his friend for sparring after the training camp ended.
Before long, he will be heading to the training camp for intensive training, and in a few months he will be going to the Roland Garros Stadium in Montmartre, west of Paris.
I never expected that after not coming to the club for so long, I would encounter the bullying of new students again.
As the future soul of the Spain national team, Medrano deeply abhors the bullying of the weak by virtue of his own strength.
However, considering the consequences of his intervention, he restrained himself.
Just as he always told Tokugawa Kazuya when he was teaching him, tennis is not a tool to hurt people, and the style of street tennis should disappear in Spain.
Hatred and injury are not the whole story of tennis.
This is also the tennis path he has always followed.
Although Tokugawa himself is unaware of this viewpoint, it has been influencing him all along.
However, while Medrano did not stop the match between Tatum and Muneyoshi, it did not mean he was completely unconcerned; his match with Tokugawa was still ongoing.
But their peripheral vision didn't completely leave the area.
He would also have the opportunity to stop the situation if it escalates further.
Tatum is 1.9 meters tall, 20 centimeters taller than Muneyoshi.
His tall figure stood like a towering tower in front of the net, and his strong body gave people a very strong sense of oppression.
However, Muneyoshi completely ignored the visual impact and simply looked into the other person's eyes before speaking.
"Guess first?"
"Hmph, brat, I'll let you serve first."
Tatum smirked, his tone utterly contemptuous.
He didn't think Asian tennis was anything special, but due to some unspoken rules of the club, it was to take care of new members.
He will make the kid in front of him experience the unevenness of the world right from the first game.
Tell him what the real world is like!
With firm strides, Tatum headed straight for the backcourt.
"Hehe..."
Muneyoshi's gaze turned cold; he had almost figured out the other party's contempt and intentions.
His original intention in coming here was to experience Spain tennis.
Although the process may seem wrong, as long as the result is similar, they are actually the same.
Since the other side is determined to offer their face, he won't be polite.
Snap... Snap...
Muneyoshi lightly tapped the tennis ball twice, then looked up and saw that Tatum was standing very casually, not even in the most basic receiving position.
This clearly demonstrates his arrogance.
"Since that's the case..."
Muneyoshi muttered coldly to himself as he tossed the tennis ball vertically upwards.
"Then I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget!"
Instantly, Dark Markings crept up Muneyoshi's eye sockets, a flame burned in his eyes, and a surging spiritual power began to surround Tatum.
The scene before Tatum changed.
The rising tennis ball seemed to grow brighter and brighter, like a small ball with wisps of fire rising into the air, higher and higher, until finally, with a burst of light, the fireball began to burn.
In an instant, he was pulled into a completely dark world. Everything around him had disappeared, except for the ever-burning fireball in front of him and the flickering flames.
The fireball grew larger and larger, its light becoming brighter and brighter, like a small "sun".
Tatum felt the temperature on the court rise suddenly, and his skin even felt a slight tingling sensation as the fireball reached its highest point.
Muneyoshi mobilized all the muscles in his body, and a tremendous burst of power emanated from his arms.
Bang!
The racket made contact with the tennis ball in mid-air with a loud bang, like an explosion, or like the burst of sunlight.
Dark Fluorescent Flame, Scorching Sun Burn!
Bang!
A blinding flash of sunlight pierced the endless darkness, bringing Tatum's gaze back to the court.
A streak of purplish-black fire flashed in the air.
Sizzle sizzle sizzle~
The next time I saw the tennis ball, it was on the wire mesh behind Tatum.
The tennis ball was twisting violently and irregularly, emitting a wisp of scorching smoke, and the air was filled with the acrid smell of burning.
"15 to 0."
Muneyoshi's gaze fell on Tatum, his eyes icy cold.
"Um?"
At that moment, Medrano, who was occasionally glancing around from the other side of the field, also noticed the ball.
"The application of mental power, is there still a hint of darkness?"
"Are there really tennis players who go down this path?"
He was curious about Muneyoshi's strength, but he also knew that this Asian was stronger Tatum.
Therefore, he no longer needs to be prepared to step in and save the day.
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