The Final Four Are Decided
"That Kamio, who excels in speed, is indeed impressive, but our lucky Sengoku is no pushover either."
On the Coach's bench, the Banrou still had that same smiling expression.
Seeing that Kamio's survival strategy had been exposed, Tachibana Kippei's face was somewhat serious but not worried.
"Kamio, it's time for you to show your opponent the results of your training."
On the court, Kamio faced Sengoku, who had seen through his rhythm, but didn't use any special method to solve the problem.
It simply increased the speed and rhythm of ball handling, but the effect wasn't particularly noticeable.
Although he was scoring, he couldn't pull away from Sengoku.
"Hehe, how lucky I am, I saw through it so easily."
Despite Kamio's increased speed, Sengoku remained calm and composed.
On the other hand, Kamio was already panting heavily.
"Damn it, even this fast pace didn't work. Looks like I'll have to deal with you seriously."
After several failures, Kamio admitted defeat and decided to stop hiding his abilities.
The match continued, with Sengoku maintaining composure against Kamio's speed.
After Kamio changed his rhythm again, Sengoku saw through Sengoku and immediately attacked his blind spot.
This time, however, Kamio barely managed to catch up, already starting to swing his racket while running.
"Don't think you've already won. Let me show you the results of my training."
Kamio tilted his racket at an angle and then struck back forcefully.
The tennis ball was hit at high speed, and its speed increased as it flew further away.
Before Sengoku could react, the ball had already landed in his own half.
Bang...
"Fudomine scores, 15:0"
"Hmph, let me show you my Sonic Bullet."
Seeing that Sengoku was stunned by his own Sonic Bullet, Kamio revealed a smug smile.
"Sonic Bullet, huh? Kamio has his own unique ball technique now."
"It seems he's been practicing a lot lately."
"Of course! Our Fudomine members practice until they're completely exhausted every day!"
The spectators were full of praise when they saw Kamio hit such a fast ball.
"Using the speed of a sprint while running combined with a slice angle to return the ball, creating acceleration during the return of the backspin ball, is a good idea, but how long one's stamina can sustain that is another question."
Horio noticed that when Kamio swung his Kamio, the angle of his racket was tilted by about thirty degrees, and the ball then vibrated in the air.
"Horio is right. While hitting that kind of fast ball can indeed score points easily, running while moving is very tiring."
"So, in the end, this match will come down to stamina, just like the one he played against Kaitou back then."
Bang...
"Yamabuki scores, making the score 6-6, leading to a tiebreaker."
After Kamio used his Sonic Bullet, the situation did improve significantly.
However, Sengoku was someone who participated in the youth selection tournament, so his strength was undeniable.
"Sengoku is indeed impressive; he actually managed to push the series to a tiebreaker against Kamio's Sonic Bullet."
"Yes, Sengoku Kiyosumi is more than just a lucky Sengoku."
"He's clearly more talented, yet he's on par with people less talented than himself. I think he truly deserves the title of 'Lucky Sengoku.'"
Hearing Fuji and Inui praise Sengoku, Horio couldn't help but feel a little ironic.
"Horio Satoshi, are you implying that Kamio should have lost long ago? Our Fudomine students are all very hardworking."
Tachibana An, who was standing next to Momoshiro, was displeased upon hearing the implication in Horio's words.
Horio knew he was being inappropriate, but that was the truth.
"Hard work is indeed important, but good talent can amplify the effect of hard work. If we combine the strengths of both of them, it would be even more perfect."
Indeed, talent and hard work are both indispensable for doing anything.
Sengoku is currently relying on his natural talent, while Kamio is making up for his lack of talent through hard training.
Bang...
"Fudomine scores, 1-0"
"Fudomine scores, 1-0"
Bang...
Bang...
"Fudomine scores, 6-5, Fudomine leads."
"Great! If Kamio just one more point, we'll win."
"Kamio, finish him off cleanly with the next shot."
At this moment, Kamio's teammates were already preparing to welcome victory.
On the court, beads of sweat dripped from Kamio's face.
After catching my breath, I prepared to toss the ball up.
Just as he was about to make a move, the tennis ball in his hand uncontrollably fell to the ground.
Not wanting to be discovered, Kamio quickly patted the tennis ball with his racket, but his somewhat embarrassed smile couldn't fool anyone.
"He always runs out of stamina near the end of the match. Poor Kamio."
Thinking back to the last match between Kamio and Kaitou, he also lost because of stamina issues.
Now, because of this again, I can't help but complain.
"Kamio, have you reached your limit?"
On the Coach bench, Tachibana Kippei frowned as he looked at his players; their inability to even hold the ball properly was worrying.
"Damn it, this unexpected thing happened at this time! No! I can't lose, I must win! It's all because of us that Tachibana had to bear so much during the Tokyo Metropolitan Tournament."
Thinking back to how their car accident led to the Tokyo Metropolitan Tournament, and how they had concealed this from Tachibana Kippei, which resulted in him being gossiped about.
Kamio's exhausted body was filled with strength again. Despite the weakness in his wrists, Kamio tossed the ball up.
"You must be exhausted. You're even lacking energy for your serve. You're really lucky."
Sengoku felt the tennis ball's force had diminished, and he became happy about it.
Sengoku tried to hit the ball into the corner again, but Kamio up.
Seeing that Kamio had exhausted his strength, Sengoku smirked and swung backhand.
He hit a drop shot, and when Kamio saw it was a drop shot, that scene from before flashed through his mind once again.
It's just that I was the one who threw the short ball, and it was Kaitou who was toyed with like this by me.
"Damn it, I won't let any ball get away."
Kamio shouted angrily and ran towards the net with all his might, leaping forward with his right foot to tackle the tennis ball.
Thump... thump... thump...
"Fudomine scores, score 7-5, Fudomine wins."
Kamio eventually caught up with the falling ball, while Sengoku, who was also exhausted, could only watch the ball fall back into his own half.
"As I predicted, Fudomine won."
Horio showed no change as he watched the Fudomine members cheering for their victory.
"The top four teams in the Kanto Tournament have now been determined: Rikkai Dai, Rokkaku Middle School, Fudomine, and our Seigaku."
"Looks like the upcoming matches will be even tougher."
Fuji and Kaneki, thinking about the already confirmed semi-finalists, couldn't help but start looking forward to the upcoming matches.