A Passionate Showdown

Bang...

"Seigaku Momoshiro scores, 15:0"

"That guy hasn't even used 70% of his strength yet. So far, he's only used 40%, no... 30%."

With his racket knocked away, Oshitari finally realized the problem.

Looking at the tennis ball still spinning on the ground after he hit it with his racket, Oshitari's closed-off heart actually wavered a little.

"What's going on... Am I paralyzed!?"

Looking down at his trembling hands, Oshitari couldn't hide the disbelief in his eyes.

Despite his trembling hands, Oshitari picked up his racket.

A fully powered Momoshiro is naturally incomparable to a technically skilled player like Oshitari; Momoshiro can counter with one hand, while Oshitari has to use both hands.

What was originally intended as a quick and decisive match between the two turned into a protracted battle.

"That's right, Oshitari, that's it. Momoshiro's injuries are more serious than I thought. We'll have to fight a war of attrition with him."

Seeing the match turn into a protracted battle, Atobe assumed that Oshitari had done it on purpose.

With his eyes fixed on Momoshiro's head, Atobe wore a smug smile.

Bang...

"Seigaku Momoshiro scores, score 5-5"

After twenty minutes of continuous play, Momoshiro finally won a game, tying the score once again.

"Damn it, the wound is hurting more and more, I need to finish this quickly."

After twenty minutes of continuous exercise, Momoshiro was sweating profusely, and the Momoshiro further aggravated the bleeding wounds.

Determined to finish the match quickly, Momoshiro didn't delay and served Bullet Serve.

Momoshiro's Bullet Serve, delivered with all his might, was so fast that most people couldn't even see its trajectory. Even Shinobu, who had been watching Momoshiro's movements Oshitari, could only barely make out the ball.

But even when the effect was barely visible, it was still unsatisfactory; the racket would fly away in less than a second after hitting the ball.

"Seigaku Momoshiro scores, 15:0"

Oshitari hadn't expected Momoshiro to be able to serve to such an extent. Even though he had been very careful, he still realized that he had underestimated him.

Having readjusted his stance, Oshitari faced Momoshiro's second serve and opted to return it with both hands.

Immediately after successfully returning the serve, Momoshiro rushed to the net from the baseline, displaying his Center of Gravity Vertical Jump Style once again.

Bang...

"Seigaku Momoshiro scores, 30:0"

This time, Oshitari's racket wasn't knocked away; he simply couldn't catch up with the ball.

"Even with such severe injuries, he can still unleash such power. Seigaku's monsters are truly legendary."

At this moment, Atobe still hadn't lowered his hand from between his eyebrows, and he was quite amazed by Momoshiro's physical abilities.

Bang...

"Seigaku Momoshiro scores, 40:0"

Bang...

"Seigaku Momoshiro scores, score 6-5"

Having won another round, Momoshiro's expression had become somewhat ferocious.

The pain in his head was getting worse, but with only one game left to win, he chose to persevere.

"What's wrong with my hand? I thought it was numb, but I felt an unprecedented excitement during that last game. Could it be that even I, who never loses my composure, am trembling with excitement?"

Indeed... that was the case back then too. I had already studied you guys during the Kanto Tournament, but I still couldn't see through you at all.

I now understand the reason for the lingering melancholy that I couldn't shake off from that moment.

My body tells me that I can't reach the top unless I give it my all and completely defeat you!

Looking at his still trembling hands, Oshitari finally understood what was happening.

The defeat in the Kanto Tournament had always been Oshitari in Oshitari's side, and he had been waiting for this day to Oshitari it.

But after the actual competition, he realized that what he needed to avenge himself was not simply defeating his opponent.

Or rather, instead of seeking revenge through the safest method, he wanted to abandon his composure, play a game to his heart's content, and win.

Having figured these things out, Oshitari's demeanor changed.

He tossed the ball into the air, and Oshitari, he started serving with a bias towards power.

Momoshiro, intrigued by this, endured the sharp pain in his head, hopped slightly on one foot, and swung his hands out to clap.

A heavy thud echoed as Shinobu gripped his racket with Oshitari on the other side.

He gritted his teeth, enduring the force of the tennis ball.

Then, with a loud shout, he successfully returned the ball.

So, in addition to the sound of tennis balls being hit, shouts echoed throughout the court.

Bang...

"Hyotei's Oshitari scores, 15:0"

Bang...

"Seigaku Momoshiro scores, 15:15"

Bang...

Bang...

"Seigaku Momoshiro scores, 40:30"

With another Vertical Smash from Momoshiro, he secured match point.

"At this point in the match, it's no longer a matter of technique."

"It all comes down to who can hold on until the end, whoever has the stronger will will win."

"I never expected Yuushi to have this side to him. He seems even more formidable when he loses his composure."

"Is this still the same calm and collected strategist we always are?!"

The regulars from Seigaku and Hyotei were amazed by the outcome of the match.

In the early and middle stages of the match, both sides played rationally, but in the later stages, they have been battling it out solely on sheer passion.

"One last goal, just one more to score..."

On the field, Momoshiro's vision was already starting to blur.

On the other side, Oshitari also looked somewhat listless, and it was clear that both of them were just putting on a brave face.

"Although I originally thought those two were completely opposite types, it seems that Momoshiro's obsession has also awakened Oshitari. They're practically two equally passionate people."

"What an idiot, getting so fanatical."

Coach Ryuzaki, sitting on the bench, was somewhat surprised to see two completely opposite players ultimately decide the outcome with the same approach.

Meanwhile, Atobe, seeing his strategist, known for his composure, voluntarily relinquish his advantages, couldn't hide the surprise in his eyes, though he remained sharp-tongued.

"I'm sorry, Atobe, but there aren't many opponents like that anymore."

"Alright, Oshitari, that's something you'll have to go through someday. Go ahead and do it."

Seemingly having heard Atobe's words, Oshitari felt somewhat apologetic, but still persisted.

Atobe didn't say much, as if he knew that his teammate would do this sooner or later, so he simply agreed to Oshitari's decision.

The fight between the two continued, and Momoshiro's power continued to increase.

Oshitari was finding it increasingly difficult to cope. After Momoshiro returned a forehand, Oshitari a careless mistake and hit Lob Shot.

Momoshiro didn't care about any of that and sprinted and jumped.

With a roar, a smash even more powerful than before followed.

I will never let you succeed!

With Oshitari, Shinobu caught the ball falling from the sky.