Loser Group

"So, are you satisfied?"

"Shouldn't I be asking you if you're satisfied?"

Kintaro was placed on the sidelines, and at that moment, Oni also came over.

When Horio asked him a question, Oni showed Horio absolutely no respect.

"Since you already saw through it, why did you fight so fiercely? It's my fault for asking that one more question."

Horio and smiled; Oni's actions on the court were the best answer to himself.

"Let's go. Let him rest here for a bit. Saito will probably come and take him away soon."

After checking that Kintaro's physical condition was normal, Horio left him alone on the sidelines and then left.

"She's really hard to look away from, although she can't be compared to someone like Horio."

However, considering the level of these junior high school students, that kid named Tooyama Kintaro can be considered a representative rising star of the new generation.

"Even so, I get really annoyed if you don't keep an eye on the game in the Center Court."

After the demon finished teaching Kintaro, the two in the control room finally shifted their focus back to the middle school students' competition.

At this moment, the match between the twenty-five groups of junior high school students in the Center Court was nearing its end.

But as the match drew to a close, the Shitenhoji group grew increasingly anxious.

"How's it going? Haven't you found Xiao Jin yet?"

We've searched everywhere, but we can't find him.

"Seriously, the match is almost over, where did Kintaro go?"

"If this continues, Xiao Jin will be considered to have forfeited."

Because of Kintaro's willfulness, the members of Shitenhoji, who had already finished their matches, all started looking for him.

However, since they were unfamiliar with the Training Base, how could they find the location of Court No. 1? Chitose, Kintaro's opponent, was also worried that Kintaro would be eliminated before even playing a match.

"Alright, the competition is almost over. I have other things to do, so I'll leave the rest to you."

Inside the control room, Saito, who was staring at the Center Court, gave Kurobe a few instructions before leaving.

"The match is now over. Shitenhoji Tooyama Kintaro is considered to have forfeited the match and is eliminated, just like the other losers."

After gathering all the junior high school students, Takuetsu, the physical Coach, announced that Kintaro had been eliminated.

The Shitenhoji group wanted to buy Kintaro some time, but Takuetsu completely ignored their request.

"The middle school students who lost, please return to your dorm immediately to pack your belongings. The return bus is already waiting in the parking lot."

After informing the losers to pack their things, Takuetsu disbanded the team.

On the other side, inside Court No. 1, Kintaro regained some consciousness after resting for a while.

"Sleeping here will make you catch a cold."

"You're that... mental Coach, right? Are you here to pick me up?"

Saito appeared at Court No. 1, Kintaro also had some impression of Saito.

"Yes, can you stand up by yourself? We should go."

"Where are we going, to the Center Court?"

"No, practice at the Center Court is over. I'm going to take you somewhere where you can become stronger."

And right now, you really want to become stronger, don't you?

"Really? That's great! As long as I can become stronger, I don't care where I go!"

Hearing that he could become stronger, Kintaro's exhausted body regained some strength.

He propped himself up with his hands and followed Saito out of the Court No. 1.

At this moment, in the parking lot outside the Training Base, all the eliminated players were queuing up in front of a bus, ready to board.

After everyone was seated, the bus headed back in the direction it had come from, but at a fork in the road, it changed direction.

A helicopter flew by in the sky not far from the bus.

Besides the pilot, Horio was the only person in the helicopter.

"Is that the bus for the Loser Group's bracket? Get some rest, because an even tougher life awaits you."

As Horio watched the bus drive into the deep mountains, a slight smile appeared on his lips.

After briefly feeling sorry for the middle school students in the Loser Group' bracket, Horio withdrew his gaze.

Inside the bus, the Loser Group, still unaware of their impending fate, were in no mood to rest.

"How embarrassing! The training camp ended after only a few days. Is this really okay?"

"What a load of rubbish! If we were to compete again, I definitely wouldn't lose to Yuushi."

Meido lost to Ootengu, was clearly still unable to accept being eliminated, while Mukahi on the other side was also filled with resentment.

"My Big Bang is second to none. If I were to fight Chinen again, I would definitely win!"

"I'm really not willing to go back like this."

How could I go back so embarrassingly!

After Meido unleashed her emotions, the others couldn't help but vent as well.

Sanada, sitting alone, felt a little irritated by the noise of the crowd.

"You idiots! Have some self-awareness, we've lost."

Although Sanada admitted defeat, the resentment in his eyes was more obvious than anyone else's.

"Sanada, we lost, and we lost in a fair and square match."

In that situation, whether you win or lose, both of you will feel bad.

"I understand the logic, but... but it's just so..."

Upon hearing Oishi's words, Meido understood what he meant.

However, the lingering resentment could not be suppressed immediately, and just then, a sudden jolt interrupted everyone's venting.

Seeing that the bus had already deviated from the main road, everyone immediately went forward and asked the driver to stop.

But the driver completely ignored them and continued driving at a constant speed along the mountain road.

"You bunch of trash, get serious! Haven't you eaten?"

On a small hill in the mountains, a Scruffy Old Man in training clothes sat cross-legged on an Oishi, yelling at a group of high school students who were practicing their racket swings.

The group of high school students didn't dare to show any displeasure despite the old man's harsh insults; they simply tried to increase the speed of their swings.

However, the racket felt incredibly heavy in their hands, and even with gritted teeth, they couldn't increase their speed by even a fraction.

After taking a sip from the wine jug in his hand, the old man suddenly heard the sound of a helicopter in the sky.

Looking up, I saw a helicopter flying in from a distance.

"Is the kid here? Hmph, looks like someone's come to help me with my workload."

Looking at the familiar helicopter, the Scruffy Old Man picked up the flask and took another big gulp of wine.

"Pay attention, you bunch of trash! Are you trying to drag out the time so I'll add another set of training for you?"

The high school students who were swinging their rackets were also attracted by the sound of the helicopter, but the Scruffy Old Man's shout made them immediately look away.

Seeing the high school students stunned by his presence, the Scruffy Old Man stood up and walked towards a spacious open space.