Momoshiro's Humiliating Defeat

"What bad luck! Momoshiro, who used the Black Jack knife, has encountered an opponent who is far superior to him in both strength and skill, and who also uses the Black Jack knife."

"I don't think this is due to luck; if it was all within the Coach staff's expectations..."

On the sidelines, Rikkai Dai key players were somewhat helpless about Momoshiro's current predicament.

Sanada even felt sorry for Momoshiro's bad luck, while Yukimura probably guessed why all of this had happened.

"If their goal is to shut us middle school students up, then this tactic might be somewhat effective."

"That's true, but Momoshiro is really a freak."

On the Hyotei side, Atobe and Oshitari also had their own ideas.

On the field, the game continued.

Under the complete suppression of the demon, Momoshiro was still powerless to fight back, but he was no longer as disheveled as before.

"After playing for so long, it's finally almost over."

"That's about enough. It's time to put a special period to the ending. After dominating everyone from beginning to end, even the ghost deserves to be retaliated against."

Off the court, Irie watched the scoreboard change and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief for Momoshiro.

Horio stared at Momoshiro's two arms, and a slight smile suddenly appeared on his lips.

"Is that guy your teammate? He looks pathetic."

"You've arrived just in time; the most exciting part of the entire match is about to begin."

Suddenly, Tokugawa appeared behind the two of them, unexpectedly ending the battle even faster than the demon.

As soon as Horio finished speaking, Momoshiro, who was holding his racket on the court, suddenly moved his hands.

Once I felt the sensation in my hands return, I immediately gripped the racket.

"Hmm? You regained consciousness so quickly."

The demon noticed Momoshiro's actions and looked somewhat surprised.

"I can't lose. If I lose here, wouldn't all the junior high students here be looked down upon!"

Just one goal! Just one goal will do!

The belief that had been supporting Momoshiro all along erupted at this moment, because his arm had not yet fully regained feeling.

The power of his Spinning Vertical Jump Style had actually increased, and the junior high school students on the sidelines sensed Momoshiro's feelings and watched him intently.

"Black Jack knife!"

Although Momoshiro hit his most powerful shot, his opponent was, after all, an Oni.

Just like at the beginning, the demon responded with the same move.

However, the demon also took Momoshiro's physical condition into account, and this time the return shot was not aimed at Momoshiro's racket.

Bang!

"Ghost scores, score 6-0."

With a successful return shot, Ghost won the match with overwhelming dominance.

Momoshiro not only failed to win a single game, but he didn't even manage to win a single point.

Momoshiro's crushing defeat silenced the junior high school students watching from the sidelines, a silence unlike their previous one of concern for Momoshiro.

This time, it was a silence of helplessness that arose from the depths of my heart when facing an opponent I could never defeat.

"Thanks for your guidance, Senpai Ghost."

On the court, Momoshiro lay on the ground, panting, after playing the last point. His face, covered by his arm, was expressionless.

In contrast, the ghost on the other side was breathing steadily and didn't even break a sweat.

"Huh? That last Jack knife cut the entire string..."

Looking at Momoshiro lying on the ground, and then at the two broken strings on the racket, Oni finally took Momoshiro seriously.

"Kid, say your name again."

"Momoshiro... Take"

"I'm waiting for you, Momoshiro Takeshi. Strive to climb out of hell!"

After Momoshiro announced his name once again, Oni didn't say anything derogatory to the loser as he usually did; he simply left the court.

"Atao! Are you alright?"

Are you alright?

After the match ended, the Seigaku team entered the arena to check on Momoshiro, who was unable to move.

"Let's go, there aren't many good matches left. We'd rather practice more than waste time."

"It seems the ghost is quite satisfied with that middle school student. For Hell Gatekeeper to say something like that is unprecedented."

"Even though it's just a cross-shaped racket, a junior high school student who can break the strings is definitely worth paying attention to."

Seeing that the game was over and Oni was walking towards them, Horio and the others didn't linger any longer and turned to leave the stadium.

"So, is Momoshiro Takeshi's information satisfactory?"

"It's like prey that has stumbled into the lion's mouth. The gap in strength between junior high school students and elite high school students is indeed too obvious. It's fair to say that we're helpless."

Horio appeared inside the restaurant.

Horio walked over to a man sitting in the restaurant, holding a cup of coffee and looking at the Kurobe on his computer.

Hearing the voice, Kurobe looked up and saw Horio. After a slight surprise, he gave his assessment.

"I'm not asking about physical fitness and tennis skills; in those aspects, almost no junior high school student can compare to elite high school students."

"I understand what you mean. Even prey caught in a lion's jaws will fight back. There is no creature more unpredictable than a weakling driven to the brink of despair."

Hearing what Kurobe said, Horio smiled, and could roughly guess what was going to happen from his words.

"Has the mental training for junior high school students not even started yet?"

"If the timing is correct, they're about to start now, and Coach Saito has already gone over."

Horio had only thought it was about to begin, but he never expected it to happen today.

Thinking about how those middle school students were arranged like that without their knowledge, Horio couldn't help but feel sorry for them.

Inside the Center Court, all the junior high school students had gathered together, waiting for the Coach to appear.

"Thank goodness, at least there were no broken bones."

"Honestly, you're about to become the Vice President, don't make people worry so much."

In the stadium rest area, Momoshiro's wrist was wrapped in bandages.

Several third-graders were also a little angry at Momoshiro's willfulness, and Momoshiro didn't dare to argue back.

"You never consider the consequences; you're too reckless."

"What did you say?! You bastard!"

Of course, this situation only lasted until Kaitou spoke. When he heard Kaitou criticize him, Momoshiro, who had been listless, immediately jumped up.

"Sigh, they're still in the mood to argue. Looks like things are okay for now."

However, if you feel numbness when gripping the racket, don't continue, or something really bad could happen.

Seeing the two arguing again, Gan still spoke up to remind Momoshiro, who, who had been furious, returned to his previous docile Momoshiro.

While the students of Seigaku were worried about Momoshiro's tactics, people from other schools were concerned about what would happen next.