Hmph~ Look at How Stingy You Are~

The JR Tournament concluded successfully, and after receiving the trophy.

Kamikawa and Tezuka left together. Tezuka looked exhausted, as if he'd been in a fight.

The venue for this match, the Lawson Tennis Center, wasn't far from Kamikawa and Tezuka's homes. It would take about half an hour to walk, or faster by bicycle.

During their free time and daily training, the two would play tennis at a nearby court.

They mostly played friendly matches, with an equal number of wins and losses.

Today was their only formal match, which Tezuka lost 6-4.

In that situation, unless Tezuka could break Kamikawa's serve, it would be difficult for him to find a turning point once the match progressed.

"Tezuka, your Zero is completely perfected. But use Zero less often. At least wait until your body has fully developed before using it."

Kamikawa, still holding a bottle of ice water, handed it to Tezuka, who was sitting on a chair. Since there were no suitable ice packs here, he'd have to make do with the cold compress from the ice water.

"Yeah, I'll be careful," Tezuka replied, taking the ice water and placing it on his swollen areas. His face twitched; the pain from the cold compress wasn't insignificant.

When his stamina was almost depleted, he unleashed speed and power beyond human limits, forcefully activating one of the doors within the Myriad Self Profound Mystery.

Although the result wasn't ideal, he had still opened that door.

He now understood the purpose of the Limit of a Hundred Refinements.

"A while ago, I was wondering when you would enter the Limit of a Hundred Refinements."

Kamikawa smiled. "I didn't expect you to forcefully break through your limits and enter that door today."

Hearing this, Tezuka nodded. Uncharacteristically, he didn't dwell on the matter. He then looked up at Kamikawa and said, "I won't go back on my vow before the match. I'll tell my father."

Breaking a vow was impossible for Tezuka.

Once he promised something, no matter how difficult, he would accomplish it.

"Tezuka."

Hearing Tezuka's words, Kamikawa nodded and said, "Hyotei Academy will absolutely not disappoint you."

"We will lead Hyotei to win the Kanto Tournament championship and then win this National Tournament."

"Tezuka, no matter when, tennis is a battle for yourself. Don't fight for temporary wins at the cost of damaging your arm."

"I don't want to be short of a suitable opponent when I become a professional player."

For Kamikawa, playing tennis was about fitting into this era, enjoying this era. The highest pinnacle of tennis was naturally winning major tournaments, achieving Grand Slams, Double Grand Slams, and even all the championships he would witness later.

In the original story, Tezuka's biggest regret was his arm injury, which nearly ended his tennis career.

For a tennis player, being unable to play tennis was undoubtedly akin to harming their life.

And the title of Seigaku's pillar was invisibly erasing and consuming the youth of the renowned Tezuka Kunimitsu!

Looking at his childhood friend's serious expression, Tezuka also showed a smile and softly agreed, "Okay!"

"Let's go, we're heading back."

Kamikawa, seeing that the time was about right, reached out to take the soda Tezuka was using for his swelling.

However, Tezuka snatched it away first. While Kamikawa wasn't paying attention, he took a big gulp, mumbling, "I ran so many errands for you today, you owe me a can."

"Hmph~ Look at how stingy you are."

Kamikawa snorted and took out another can of soda from his pocket.

He had naturally bought two cans. Was he the type of person who liked to freeload?

"Grandpa, I'm back."

Kamikawa pushed the door open, expertly placed his tennis bag aside, changed his shoes, and casually picked up the bag again as he walked towards the living room.

"You brat, you stink of sweat. All you do is play tennis all day."

His grandfather also came out from the living room, smiling as he looked at Kamikawa.

"Grandpa, it's my hobby."

Kamikawa pouted.

"Alright, alright, a hobby."

His grandfather couldn't do much about the kid and replied, "You said you were participating in some competition today. How did it go?"

"I won by luck, I suppose," Kamikawa said with a smile.

It couldn't exactly be called luck, as the scores in the two tough matches were controlled at 6-4, which could be considered relatively easy. Of course, Kamikawa wasn't too concerned about the competition results. The essence of participating this time was to test his own strength.

He also wanted to see the strength of the two from Rikkai Dai and Tezuka.

From the results, he was quite satisfied.

"Champion!" His grandfather nodded subconsciously.

Then, as if thinking of something, he added, "Didn't the grandson of our neighbor, Kuniichi, also participate in this JR Tournament? Did you go together?"

Guo Yi, also known as Tezuka Guo Yi, is Tezuka Kunimitsu's grandfather.

Tezuka Kunimitsu is a tennis prodigy in the surrounding villages, a fact that Tezuka's grandfather often boasted about, sometimes even visiting the Kamikawa household to brag.

Just recently, when Grandpa Tezuka and my own grandfather went fishing, he mentioned Tezuka's upcoming advanced studies in Germany, the world's premier tennis mecca.

To his surprise, his own grandson returned saying he had won this year's JR Tournament, indirectly defeating Guo Yi's grandson.

"Good, good, good..."

The old man didn't understand tennis, but he was extremely competitive. Back in the day, he and Grandpa Tezuka had constantly compared themselves in various aspects, and even at their age, they still compared things.

The most frequent comparison was about their respective grandsons.

"Good kid, good kid, keep playing tennis well in the future. You must beat Guo Yi's grandson and show him the depth of our Kamikawa family. After that, you don't need to help your father anymore."

The old man chuckled as he walked over, patting Kamikawa's shoulder and saying, "What's wrong with Guo Yuan? I'll go help him."

"This... isn't that a bit much, Grandpa?"

Kamikawa rubbed his head, unsure why his grandfather's attitude had suddenly changed.

However, as long as it didn't interfere with his tennis, Kamikawa was quite happy.

"What's not to like?"

The old man waved his hand dismissively. Then, catching a scent, he looked at Kamikawa with disgust and said, "You stinker, go take a bath quickly. You reek. Come to the table to eat after you're clean."

"Got it, got it, Grandpa!"

Kamikawa nodded with a smile, casually placing his tennis bag on the sofa before heading towards the bathroom.

"This stinker, he's got the same temper as his dad."

Seeing Kamikawa like this, the old man shook his head helplessly. He reached out, picked up the tennis bag from the sofa, and hung it aside.

"Guo Yi, hmph!"

"My stinker is much better than your kid."

The old man couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of his old rival's face.

"Stinker, where's the tennis?"

The old man glanced at the tennis bag. His kid seemed optimistic. He hoped he could stick to this path and walk it smoothly.