Running Into Hyotei Again

Just as the Seigaku members were feeling somewhat helpless, a group of figures appeared before them.

Atobe walked onto the court wearing Hyotei's uniform, followed by several other regular players.

Upon entering and seeing the Seigaku group, Atobe's expression changed.

As the saying goes, old enemies are always particularly hostile when they meet. Looking at the Seigaku members in front of him, Atobe raised his hand.

"It's time for the performance, time to go on stage!"

Then a snap was heard, Atobe snapped his fingers.

However, instead of quieting down the Hyotei cheerleaders, their enthusiasm only grew stronger after hearing Atobe's words.

"Then, the quarterfinal match of the National Tournament, Seigaku Academy vs. Hyotei Academy, shall now begin."

At the net, the players from both schools saluted each other, looking at each other with an almost palpable fighting spirit.

"Seigaku is no longer the opponent we faced in the Kanto Tournament. I can't even fully assess their strength now, but Hyotei will definitely be the victor in the end."

"Yes!"

In the Hyotei players' quarters, Coach Sakaki remained as cold as ever.

"First is Oshitari; we absolutely must win the Third Singles him."

Upon hearing Coach Sakaki announce the lineup for Third Singles, Oshitari nodded firmly.

"The Third Singles match between Seishun Seigaku Academy and Hyotei Academy will now begin."

"Alright! It's my turn to go on stage!"

On the sidelines, Momoshiro, who was already prepared, heard the referee's voice, wiped his face with a towel, and went onto the field.

Without checking what was happening behind him, he simply tossed the towel behind him.

There was still a long way to go from the Coach's bench; under normal circumstances, it would be impossible to throw the towel onto the chair.

But just as the towel that Momoshiro had thrown was about to hit the ground, a gust of wind suddenly blew it up, and it landed perfectly on the chair.

The crowd was somewhat surprised to see this, but after a brief moment of astonishment, they simply thought it was a coincidence.

Only Coach Ryuzaki on the bench looked at the towel lying on the chair with a smile, then turned to look at Momoshiro had already entered the game.

"Go, Momoshiro. Let me see your progress over this period. Show me the results of your solo training."

After the match ended yesterday, Coach Ryuzaki, who had returned to school, called Gan over.

Coach Ryuzaki wanted to review everyone's information in detail because he definitely had data on all the members of the Seigaku Tennis Club.

When she saw Momoshiro's information, she was drawn to the sentence written on the paper, "He trained alone during the school team's special training."

Somewhat puzzled, Coach Ryuzaki asked Kane what had happened, but Kane didn't know the specifics either, only that they had gone somewhere.

Coach Ryuzaki smiled as he looked at that sentence in the document, and an idea popped into his mind.

This idea led to the current decision to appoint Momoshiro as the Third Singles. With Horio, Tezuka, and Fuji already at Seigaku, appointing Momoshiro, whose strength is inferior to the three, as the singles player is undoubtedly a bold attempt.

"What's going on? Are we going to fight you again, Momoshiro?"

"What a coincidence! But I won't hold back."

At the net, seeing that his opponent was Momoshiro, Oshitari couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

He felt that in Third Singles, Seigaku would have to send out Fuji at least.

The fact that they sent Momoshiro Oshitari feel that they were being looked down upon by Hyotei and by him.

"The Third Singles match begins, with Seigaku from Momoshiro serving."

The referee's voice rang out, and the match officially began.

Momoshiro trembled slightly upon seeing the ball in his hand.

"What's going on? Hurry up and serve!"

"It's been so long since I played singles, I was so excited that I started trembling uncontrollably."

Oshitari saw Momoshiro's actions, he thought he was just nervous, but the truth was completely different.

After saying that, Momoshiro tossed the ball into the air and fired the Bullet Serve.

The tennis ball flew out at a high angle, and Oshitari, seeing that Momoshiro's shot didn't change much, thought something was amiss.

So, still somewhat cautious, I carefully received the serve.

"Hmm? The power hasn't increased as much as I expected..."

He successfully returned the ball with a swing of his racket, but Oshitari frowned in confusion.

I thought that Momoshiro would have made great progress since the Kanto Tournament ended.

However, the ball he just hit had the same power as the one he used in the Kanto Tournament.

"Their playing style is the same as usual, what a disappointment."

Momoshiro responded to Oshitari's return shot with a standard, conventional strike.

Oshitari this, Oshitari's dissatisfaction grew.

With that thought in mind, Oshitari planned to put in extra effort to finish the ball.

Quickly run to the landing point of the tennis ball and get into position beforehand.

As the ball was about to bounce, an unexpected scene unfolded.

The ball, which was supposed to bounce back after landing, unexpectedly bounced in the opposite direction, catching Shinobu Oshitari guard.

"Seigaku Momoshiro scores, 15:0"

"It turned around... Hmm? Is it the little stone? Oh well, there's nothing we can do about it."

Still wondering why the ball had changed direction, Oshitari looked down and saw a small pebble fall in front of him, realizing that he had hit a rock.

After the first ball, Momoshiro served again.

It was just a regular Bullet Serve, and Oshitari quickly caught up.

Just as he was about to retaliate in his triumph, the tennis ball bounced in the opposite direction after hitting the ground.

"Seigaku Momoshiro scores, 30:0"

"Another stone?"

"It's better to pick up the stone."

At this moment, Momoshiro finally spoke, and upon hearing Momoshiro's words, Oshitari became somewhat doubtful.

"Was that guy specifically aiming at the rock? Pshaw... don't be ridiculous, how could he possibly see it from that far away?"

Despite his doubts, as a genius of Hyotei, he refused to believe the story was true.

So, not caring at all, he ignored the pebbles on the ground and just kicked them casually.

Seeing that Oshitari did not make a move, Momoshiro said no more and served again from the baseline.

Bang...

"Seigaku Momoshiro scores, 40:0"

"More pebbles... Does that guy really see them...?"

This was the third time he lost points because of a small pebble, and even if Oshitari didn't want to believe it, there was nothing he could do.

He bent down and threw the pebble that had caused him to lose three balls out of bounds, then became serious again.

Seeing that Oshitari only reacted after suffering three losses, Momoshiro smiled smugly.

Using the same force, maintaining the speed of the serve.

"That's really impressive. Unlike Momoshiro, who always relies on power in his tennis style... I see. He abandons his usual power tennis, only using 70% of his power and focusing the rest on ball control."

Unfortunately, such opponents are easier to defeat!

As Oshitari ran around the field, he quickly analyzed Momoshiro's current playing style.