The High Schoolers in the Loser Group
"Kid, instead of staying put, you've come to a place like this again. Are you tired of having a good life?"
When the helicopter flew over the hill, it landed on the open ground in front of the Scruffy Old Man.
After one person got off the helicopter, the helicopter flew away immediately without stopping. The person who got off was Horio.
"I'm not from the Loser Group, it's none of your business."
As soon as he stepped off the helicopter, Horio heard the old man's mockery and couldn't help but retort.
"Now that you're here, those high school losers are yours to deal with. Those brats should be here soon; I need to teach them a lesson."
"Old man, I came here because I need to practice, not to help you with your work."
Besides, you and I both know what those high school students are like. You dumped a mess on me and expect me to clean it up myself? You must be really drunk.
Horio was understandably upset to be asked to take care of high school students less than five minutes after landing.
But the Scruffy Old Man didn't care about any of that and turned around to walk straight up to the high school students who were practicing.
"Stop right there! All trash, get over here!"
"Yes, Coach Mifune!"
Upon hearing Mifune's order, the high school students acted swiftly and immediately surrounded him.
"From now on, you're under that brat's jurisdiction."
"Of course, don't think that this means you're out of my control. When I need you, you still have to obey unconditionally, understand?"
"Yes, Coach Mifune!"
Mifune dragged Horio into the mess with just a few words, leaving Horio speechless.
"Coach Mifune! I refuse to accept this!"
Suddenly, a voice came from the crowd. Horio and saw that it was Sasabe.
"What did you say?"
Mifune responded coldly to Sasabe's protest.
However, Sasabe still forced himself to state his reasons for being unconvinced.
"I will not allow a middle school student to order us high school students around; it's an insult to us!"
"You actually feel insulted?"
Hearing Sasabe say that, Horio's curiosity was piqued, even though he hadn't wanted to get involved.
"You've already come to a place like this, do you think you have any dignity left?"
Since you're not convinced, let's let our strength speak for itself.
Looking at the high school students on the field, their faces filled with grief and indignation, Horio couldn't help but reveal a look in his eyes.
"You should be familiar with this court by now. I'll stand on the side with the holes with my special racket, and you can stand on the flat side with your regular rackets."
No matter how many of you there are, as long as you can get one ball out of my hands, it will prove that I have no right to deal with a bunch of trash like you.
After saying that, Horio picked up a specially made racket and walked onto the court.
"You middle school brat... don't think you can be so arrogant just because you're following behind that big brother. We high schoolers aren't to be trifled with."
Seeing Horio's disdain for him and his companions, Sasabe's competitive spirit was ignited.
Mifune watched Horio and the high school students without saying a word, letting them compete.
After Horio finished preparing, the high school students also switched to regular rackets.
"Kid, don't say we didn't take care of you and let you serve first."
"Really? After practicing here for a few days, your high school arrogance is still there. You'd better work harder."
Looking at the high school students crowding the opposite court, a cold glint flashed in Horio's eyes.
Then, the tennis ball in his hand emitted a purple light, and Horio naturally released his grip and hit Underhand Serve.
The Light Ball Shot ground, even Underhand Serve, is enough to instill fear in high school students.
Before I could dodge, the tennis ball had already hit the ground.
After a thick cloud of dust, the force of the tennis ball sent several people flying.
"Are these the so-called tough high school students? You can't even catch a ball. Are you going to stay here forever?"
Horio's usual kind expression vanished; the imposing aura emanating from his eyes made the high school students' legs tremble.
"Embrace rebirth, you worthless trash! Seize the opportunity I'm giving you; you will be stronger after experiencing the founding of the dynasty."
Another Light Ball Shot sent several high school students flying.
"Damn it! That brat is so strong..."
"That shot was absolutely terrifying... I didn't dare to catch it..."
Seeing the high school student who was blasted away, the fear in the hearts of the other high school students made them afraid to face Horio.
However, Horio's ball wouldn't stop just because they were afraid to face it. After four consecutive Light Ball Shot, nearly half of the high school students on the field were gone.
"Cheer up, everyone! It's our turn to serve! Just one successful serve and we win!"
With the serve going to the high school students, Sasabe's leadership boosted the morale of the rest of the team.
Sasabe tossed the ball into his hand and aimed at a hole in Horio's half of the court.
The tennis ball did not bounce normally after hitting the hole in the ground; instead, it bounced at an unusual angle.
"In the face of true strength, any clever tricks are futile."
Facing Sasabe's attack, Horio arrived at the ball's trajectory without even moving Inch Step.
A backhand stroke returned the tennis ball, knocking a high school student's racket away.
"You can't even return a shot with that kind of power? What have you been practicing these past few days?"
High school students with ordinary rackets couldn't return the shots hit by Horio, who had a special racket. Both the high school students who weren't eliminated on the court and those watching from the sidelines felt ashamed.
The weight difference was dozens of times greater, making it difficult for him to even swing, while Horio was able to hit powerful shots; the difference was obvious.
"Get serious, all of you! Even if it costs us everything, we have to get that guy's ball back!"
"Good!"
The memory of being taught a lesson by middle school students resurfaced in Sasabe's mind. Having already suffered a crushing defeat once, he was unwilling to repeat the same mistake.
His resentment and anger infected the other high school students, and even those who were eliminated from the competition cheered them on.
"Your spirit is commendable, but you should accept defeat."
Sasabe has served again, Horio returns the ball, which then flies towards one of the high school students.
"Fujino! Let's come together!"
Not far from the high school student named Fujino, a high school student with a buzz cut immediately rushed over.
Upon hearing his companion's words, Fujino immediately understood what he meant.
The two players then overlapped their rackets and simultaneously hit Horio's return shot.
Even with the combined efforts of two people, they still found it somewhat difficult to return Horio's shot.
After struggling for a few seconds, the two managed to return the ball with difficulty.
Although the two players, who were only managing a weak return, didn't aim at any particular hole, the tennis ball inexplicably hit one of them.
This situation surprised the high school students, but Horio's subsequent retaliation plunged them back into despair.