Seigaku Is Just A Grave For You!!

BANG!!

A loud explosion.

Another serve that landed on the edge of the service line.

And this time...

Yukimura strode forward, a milky white vortex of energy invisibly adding power to him. He reached the ball, stopped, and swung his racket backhand.

"That's..."

Sanada instinctively moved forward, grabbing the net in front of him.

His posture was exactly the same as the sliced shot Kamikawa had hit earlier.

BANG!!

At this moment, the tennis ball, like a maple leaf, skimmed over the center net.

Following it was the ball's rapid descent.

Just then, an invisible force enveloped the tennis ball, and before everyone's eyes, it flew towards Kamikawa.

BOOM!!

Yukimura's pupils contracted to pinpricks. He seemed to realize something, but the tennis ball had already flown past him, landing on the baseline.

With a snap.

Yukimura's racket fell to the ground. He felt his body go weak, his entire frame slumping.

His stamina had long since reached its limit; he had only managed to hold on this far through sheer willpower.

"The match is over."

Then, the referee, seated high on a chair, announced loudly, "The winner is Kamikawa Mutsu, contestant number 26, from Tokyo Metropolis!!"

This was a high-quality duel. Despite being only a semifinal, it gave everyone the feeling of watching a singles match in the National Tournament at the junior high level. The skill of these two far surpassed that of their peers.

"Yukimura, are you alright?"

Kamikawa walked up to Yukimura first. Seeing Yukimura's disheveled state, he couldn't help but worry.

Not only had he used Annihilation of the Five Senses, but he had also used Muga no Kyochi. Both moves consumed a tremendous amount of stamina and mental energy. Kamikawa didn't want anything to happen to this future Child of God.

"Yukimura x2."

Sakata and Sanada also ran over, afraid something might happen to Yukimura.

"I'm fine, he's just exhausted. He'll be alright after a rest."

Kamikawa could feel Yukimura's heavy breathing. The overuse of his mental energy had caused him to briefly faint, but thankfully, it wasn't serious. He would recover with a little rest.

Sanada looked at Kamikawa with a complex expression, nodded, and took Yukimura from Kamikawa's embrace.

He and Yukimura had both lost to these two tennis players from Tokyo.

"It's over?"

As soon as he stepped off the tennis court, he saw Tezuka holding two cans of soda.

"Yeah."

Kamikawa nodded, unceremoniously taking the can from Tezuka's hand. He then asked Tezuka, "How did your match go?"

"6-0. My opponent's skill was decent."

Tezuka nodded, offering a brief assessment of Sanada's ability.

Although it was a ruthless 6-0, Sanada had still put considerable pressure on him. He had almost broken free from his domain technique with Muga no Kyochi at the end.

"Alright, then the finals will be between you and me."

"Okay."

"Let's get this straight, I won't hold back."

"Me neither."

It wasn't until Kamikawa and Tezuka had left that Yukimura finally came to his senses and opened his eyes.

His eyes were filled with dejection. This was the first time he had lost to someone his own age.

But this was tennis!

The winner takes all, the loser is the bandit.

"Yukimura, I lost too."

Perhaps trying to comfort his friend, Sanada was silent for a moment before admitting his own defeat.

"Sanada, I want to go to Rikkai Dai Fuzhong."

Yukimura suddenly said to Sanada.

Sanada looked at his friend with surprise. "Are you sure? You really want to join Rikkai Dai Fuzhong?"

"Understood."

Yukimura nodded, a newfound decisiveness in his eyes, and said, "We'll meet in the junior high division's tennis tournaments in the future. I want to lead Rikkai Dai Fuzhong to three consecutive National Tournament championships. Sanada, will you help me?!"

"Okay!"

Sanada also felt Yukimura's resolve and said, "Didn't we promise to play tennis our whole lives? I'll help you win three consecutive National Tournament championships."

Deep down, Sanada also possessed his own pride and self-respect. He would ascend to the nationals with Yukimura, and then defeat those two tennis players from Tokyo.

"Yeah. Three consecutive National Tournament championships!"

Yukimura clenched his fist.

The loss in this match would only make him and Sanada stronger.

As soon as the match ended, the two walked to a shady spot to relax.

Looking at Tezuka, one could tell that he had won the previous match with ease. Perhaps Tezuka at this stage had already surpassed everyone else.

Thinking of this, Kamikawa couldn't help but think of Tezuka's future at Seigaku.

"Hey, Tezuka."

At this moment, Kamikawa stopped and called out to Tezuka.

"What is it?"

Tezuka also stopped, looking at Kamikawa with a suspicious expression.

"What I told you before."

Kamikawa looked at Tezuka and said, "Have you thought about it? Are you coming to Hyotei with me?"

"Hyotei..."

Hearing this, Tezuka fell unusually silent. It was clear he had thought about this question for a long time. "Compared to Hyotei, I might want to go to Seigaku more."

For some reason, Tezuka felt that Seigaku was his true destination.

But facing his best friend's invitation, Tezuka couldn't find a reason to refuse.

"Have you really thought it through?"

Kamikawa sighed inwardly. If Tezuka insisted on going there, he would eventually be ruined by the current Seigaku.

Seigaku had problems not just with its players, but more so with the coach's inaction.

For so many years, apart from Echizen Nanjirou, that old woman had never nurtured any outstanding tennis players. In the Kanto region, Rikkai Dai Fuzhong of Kanagawa Prefecture had consistently held the Kanto Tournament championship.

Seigaku, on the other hand, was a tennis team struggling desperately in the Metropolitan Tournament.

Of course, it wasn't to say that Seigaku was incapable. In fact, the main members who would later win the National Tournament championship for Seigaku had all joined Seigaku in April of this year.

But Seigaku had managed to let those promising talents waste an entire year in their first year.

Among them was Fuji Syusuke, known as a genius.

Only Tezuka and Oishi were eligible to participate in practice matches as first-years.

Yes, you heard right, practice matches, not official matches.

Even so, only these two were selected.

Oishi's talent in doubles was outstanding, and he had participated in practice matches multiple times in his first year. After Tezuka's elbow injury, even though he showed amazing talent, he only participated in practice matches.

Of course, whether he participated in official matches as a first-year is unknown.

However, in Tezuka's first year, Seigaku did achieve a good result of reaching the Kanto top four, and the same was true in his second year.

"Seigaku Tennis Club."

Kamikawa stared at Tezuka, and after a long time, he slowly said, "Seigaku is just a tomb for you. You might not grow there for three years."

"I..."

This was the first time Tezuka had heard his childhood friend speak like this.

His intuition told him that Kamikawa was telling the truth.

Growing up, Tezuka had never seen such a serious expression on Kamikawa's face, as if he had seen through his future.

This feeling was hard to believe, yet Tezuka felt that Kamikawa was telling the truth.

"If you insist on going to Seigaku, then defeat me in the finals."

Kamikawa's serious expression suddenly changed, and he smiled, saying, "We are tennis players. Everything is decided by victory or defeat, how about it?"

"Okay!"

This time, Tezuka did not refuse. Instead, he raised his head, and his determined eyes revealed Tezuka's resolve at this moment. He hadn't paid much attention to the junior high tennis club matters, but he knew very well that Seigaku's results in recent years were not even as good as Yamabuki, let alone Hyotei.

A renowned tennis school that had been struggling in the Metropolitan Tournament.