Atobe: What a Bunch of Trash, Hyotei's Second and Third Year Regular Player Seniors!

Just then, a figure slowly walked up.

This was the freshman representative, Keigo Atobe.

Many people in the crowd recognized Atobe and識趣ly made way for him.

Atobe glanced at the second and third-year regular players before him. A part of the reason he joined Hyotei Academy was that Hyotei had reached the top four in last year's National Tournament, but...

"What a bunch of trash, Hyotei's second and third-year regular seniors!"

Having participated in the England U14 training camp, he had developed a pair of eyes that could see through everything.

From these people, Atobe couldn't see the slightest "aura" that a strong person should possess.

Even though they had reached the top four in the National Tournament, they seemed mediocre.

"You brat, what the hell did you say!!"

A second-year student standing behind Mitsuya Genko stepped forward, his face full of anger. He reached out, wanting to teach the Keigo Atobe before him a lesson.

"Hm?"

Atobe raised an eyebrow and walked slowly forward, standing in front of the second-year student. He raised his chin and said arrogantly, "Are you talking to this great master?!"

Atobe had received a high-class aristocratic education from his family since childhood, and he possessed an innate, insurmountable nobility.

"You..."

The second-year student wanted to say something more, but Mitsuya Genko stopped him first.

"Junior, if you want to join the tennis club, please register over there."

Mitsuya Genko's attitude was very polite. As a third-year student this year, he knew better than anyone the status of the name Atobe at Hyotei Academy. To put it bluntly, if he wanted someone to get lost, even the school staff wouldn't dare to say "no."

"Tennis club?"

Atobe sized up the appearance of the tennis club and then turned back to Mitsuya Genko, asking as if in confusion, "Are you the current official members of the Hyotei Academy tennis club?"

Upon hearing this, the official tennis club members of Hyotei behind Mitsuya Genko straightened their backs.

Some had just been promoted to official members, while others had participated in the National Tournament with Gekko Ochi as official members. They all possessed, to varying degrees, the arrogance of "strong individuals."

"Kid, you know enough. Our Hyotei tennis club achieved a great result of reaching the top four in the National Tournament last year. Don't push your luck."

It was that second-year student again. His name was Nagakawa Ino. Last year, he had spent a year picking up tennis balls at the Hyotei tennis club. He had finally waited for the third-years to graduate and managed to become a regular player.

He hadn't had a chance to show his ambitions yet, and he didn't want to fade away like this.

Today, they were scheduled to play against Yamabuki, a team that had reached the top four in the Kanto region. What if these first-year students, even if they were the young master of the Atobe Financial Group, were still just picking up balls obediently at the Hyotei tennis club.

"Top four in the National Tournament! Hahaha..."

Atobe couldn't help but laugh out loud when he heard this.

For a moment, all eyes were on the young master of the Atobe Financial Group.

"Not even first or second place. Such a shameful result, I really don't know what face you have to say it."

Atobe slightly restrained the smile on his face and looked at Mitsuya Genko before him with a playful expression, saying faintly, "You must be the leader of this group."

"What do you mean by that?"

Even Mitsuya Genko, who had a good temper, couldn't suppress his inner anger upon hearing these words.

"Answer this great master, yes or no!"

Atobe's tone was unquestionable.

"Yes."

For some reason, Mitsuya Genko couldn't resist the other's words and frankly admitted his identity.

"Have a match with this great master. This great master wants to see if there are any presentable tennis players in the tennis club."

Atobe's gaze swept over the Hyotei members. He put down his tennis bag, took out a racket, and walked towards the nearest court.

The Hyotei members around them couldn't stand this arrogant guy. Mitsuya Genko also couldn't help but say, "Why should I play with you?"

Atobe slowly stopped, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly: "You don't have to play. In that case, from today onwards, I'll be in charge of the Hyotei tennis club."

"You..."

Nagakawa Ino really couldn't stand it anymore and reached out, wanting to teach the other a harsh lesson.

But Mitsuya Genko raised his hand and blocked him, a cold glint in his eyes: "This is the tennis club, Nagakawa!"

"If you act out of line like this again next time, you can get out of the tennis club."

Mitsuya Genko was, after all, an admirer of Gekko Ochi. He had learned a lot about Gekko's attitude towards the tennis club, and the most unacceptable thing was the use of violence.

"Oh?"

Hearing this, the deep blue-haired boy in the distance had a flicker of surprise in his eyes.

"Things are starting to get interesting."

The deep blue-haired boy had a hint of curiosity in the corners of his eyes. He had come all the way from Osaka to join Hyotei, partly attracted by Hyotei's story, and partly because his family's work had been transferred to Tokyo.

If it weren't for the change in his family, he might have gone to Shitenhoji to study like his cousin.

"Hey, what's gotten interesting?"

A hurried voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Nothing, just saw an interesting guy."

The deep blue-haired youth raised an eyebrow, looking at the court not far away through his glasses.

"I'll talk to you later, Kenya~~"

With that, the youth casually hung up the phone, picked up his tennis bag, slung it over his shoulder, and slowly walked towards the court.

"Senpai, this is my application form."

Kamikawa glanced in the direction of the court and handed his application form to the second-year senpai in front of him.

"Mm-hmm, okay..."

The other person hastily accepted the application form, his attention almost entirely focused on Atobe.

A first-year challenging a senior. This was something that hadn't happened even last year, the year before, or even longer ago. What exactly did this first-year want to do?

Kamikawa looked towards the court and tilted his head, saying softly, "The change has begun, Tezuka."

Hearing this, Tezuka beside him nodded silently, a flicker of fanaticism in his eyes.

First-year junior high school students were not eligible to play matches; this was a rule in the junior high tennis clubs of every school.

But rules were meant to be broken.

If Tezuka didn't play a single match in his first year, he wouldn't be able to stand it.

Even at Seigaku, Tezuka had tried his best to reform, but the result was... before the reform could even begin, his arm was already ruined by the senior players with extremely poor talent.

Bang!!

A fluorescent yellow tennis ball slid past Genko Mitsuya's feet and slammed hard against the concrete wall.

Genko Mitsuya stood on the court with his hands held out, his pupils dilated, his eyes unfocused.

"Atobe wins."

"Score: 6-0."

Genko Mitsuya, slow to react, felt his body go weak and gasped for air.

"N-impossible!"

The Hyotei regular players behind him were filled with disbelief, their bodies trembling uncontrollably. One of them even stepped forward.

"It's my turn next. The vice-captain has already exerted a lot of energy today. You didn't win fairly!"

Hearing this, Atobe held his racket in one hand and the other hand on his face, looking through his fingers at the faces of these so-called Hyotei regular seniors.

"No need for such trouble. All of you can come at me one by one. As long as this great master loses even one game, this great master will no longer concern himself with the tennis club!"

"What do you say? This great master is being very merciful to you, isn't he!"

Atobe's words were full of provocation.

In his eyes, these senior upperclassmen were just relying on their age. They had only eaten for one or two more years. He had seen plenty of people who used age as an argument when he played tennis in England.