Tezuka: No Need for Such Trouble, You and That Guy with the Kansai Accent Can Come at Me Together!

Bang!!

"Mukahi!"

Shishido's expression changed drastically. He turned his head and shouted loudly in Mukahi's direction.

Mukahi lunged forward, his eyes fixed on the tennis ball. However, the ball dropped beside him, landing precisely on the sideline.

"Match ends, Atobe wins."

"The score is 6-3."

They had only managed to take three games in a two-on-one situation.

How could Shishido and Mukahi, both considered talented since childhood, accept this?

Furthermore, the second and third-year students watching from the sidelines could all see that Mukahi and Shishido absolutely had the strength to become Hyotei regulars right now. Were they still crushed despite such skill?!

"Even these two lost."

"Is there really no one who can stop him?!"

Compared to the panting Shishido and Mukahi, Atobe's breathing was not at all disturbed thanks to his self-taught IAP breathing technique. His condition was surprisingly good, and his focus actually continued to improve as the match went on.

"Damn it, I... I lost to someone my age again."

Shishido was full of unwillingness. He punched the ground heavily, gritted his teeth, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

He was clearly one of the three swordsmen of Hyotei Elementary School, praised since childhood for his potential to succeed senior Gekko Ochi as a young genius. But repeated failures undoubtedly crushed his remaining pride into pieces.

"Damn it..."

Mukahi was equally unwilling, but what else could he say?

In the world of tennis, the winner enjoyed everyone's praise.

The loser, however, could only be trampled on mercilessly.

"This is laughable."

At this moment, a voice came from behind Atobe.

"A bunch of second and third-year students, toyed with like this by a first-year freshman."

With a heavy Kansai accent, the dark blue-haired boy wearing round-framed glasses walked over slowly.

He was still wearing his Hyotei Academy uniform, not having changed into casual wear or athletic attire.

Under its great reputation, he had thought that Hyotei Academy, last year's national semi-finalist champions, would have some presentable second and third-year students. But it seemed they were nothing special.

Perhaps he shouldn't have left Osaka in the first place. Both Shishiraku Junior High in Kyushu and Shitenhoji, which Ken'ya had enrolled in, were quite good.

"Is this the new Kanto champion, Hyotei Academy? They look pretty pathetic."

"To be honest, you all make me..."

Just as the boy was talking to himself. Suddenly, a yellowish tennis ball flew towards the boy with the Kansai accent, its speed astonishing.

The boy with the Kansai accent's body suddenly sensed danger. He subconsciously took his racket out of its cover and blocked in front of himself.

Bang!!

A crisp sound.

The tennis ball hit the face of the racket and slid down. This scene also drew everyone's attention.

"Hey."

Atobe pointed his racket at the boy with the Kansai accent and said displeasantly, "Where did you pop out from? That guy with the glasses..."

"Tsk."

The boy with the Kansai accent retracted his racket, his eyebrows slightly raised, and said, "Really... I wasn't interested in your monkey-king charade. Since you've attacked me first, I won't be polite."

With that, the boy placed his racket cover aside, held up his racket, and walked towards the court.

"Wait..."

Just as everyone was about to watch the show, a youthful voice reached their ears again.

Everyone's gaze followed the sound. They saw Tezuka, standing beside Kamikawa, had somehow taken off his jacket. Holding his racket, he stood on the court. He turned sideways, his gold-rimmed glasses shining with an unusual light under the sun.

"Next, it's my turn."

There was an undeniable tone in Tezuka's words. He held his racket in his left hand, and an invisible aura also drew the attention of Atobe on the court and the boy with the Kansai accent who was about to play.

"This guy is strong x2."

At the same time, the same thought flashed through the minds of both Atobe and the boy with the Kansai accent.

"He... he is..."

"Tezuka Kunimitsu!"

Shishido, who had just gotten up from the ground and recovered, looked at the boy on the court with disbelief.

Mukahi was also drawn to the scene on the court. A look of shock appeared on his face.

"Tezuka Kunimitsu?"

The second and third-year students beside him exchanged glances, their expressions filled with confusion.

"Hey, first-years over there."

Nagakawa Ino called out to Shishido and Mukahi, "That first-year on the court, do you know him?"

"I do."

Shishido nodded, his gaze fixed on Tezuka. "He was the runner-up in the elementary division of the JR Tournament a while back. His strength isn't just ordinary."

"Runner-up?"

Nagakawa Ino rolled his eyes. He was just the runner-up in the elementary division, not a particularly impressive achievement. He thought it was the champion of some major tournament.

Looks like another kid who likes to show off.

"Ryo~ look over there."

Mukahi seemed to have discovered something, pointing towards a figure in the crowd. "It's Kamikawa Mutsu!"

"Kamikawa... Mutsu..."

Shishido swallowed. Ever since his loss in the JR Tournament, Shishido had been having nightmares for a week straight. Every night, he would dream of his match against Kamikawa.

That glaring 6-0 score was like a nightmare, clinging to him tightly.

He never expected that Kamikawa and Tezuka would both enroll in Hyotei Academy.

"Oh~ two more have appeared all at once."

Atobe shrugged and spread his hands. "I don't mind if you two come at me together."

"Perfect, I'll beat all of you guys into submission at once."

"No!"

Tezuka held his racket horizontally, pointing at Atobe and the boy with the Kansai accent. "You two come at me together instead."

Tezuka didn't like to take advantage of others. Atobe had already expended a lot of energy in their previous match. Even if those second and third-year regular players were useless, they had also consumed stamina, not to mention he had played a match against Shishido and Mukahi afterward.

As for the boy with the Kansai accent, who came from Osaka, Tezuka could sense that his strength was not weak. Although facing two opponents alone would be a bit strenuous, it was still within a controllable range.

After all, these two were forming a doubles team for the first time.

It seemed like a one-on-two situation, but in reality, it could be a one-on-one-point-five, or even a one-on-zero-point-five.

"Tsk."

The boy with the Kansai accent clicked his tongue, looking helpless. "It seems I'm being underestimated."

It was clear that the other party didn't want to face a peer in a doubles match.

Atobe had the same intention. They were both proud, and proud people didn't accept such insulting ways of competing.

"Let's make it singles."

At this moment, Kamikawa also took off his jacket and walked towards the court. "They won't accept one against two. These two have their own pride."

"I'll choose this Kansai Wolf."

"I'll take a slight advantage and let him go to you."

"Okay."

Tezuka nodded, not having many objections.

He also wanted to test himself against Atobe.

"This is interesting."

Atobe's gaze fell on Kamikawa, and after a moment, he shifted his gaze to Tezuka. He could tell that these two were very different from the two he had seen earlier; they were much stronger.

"You know me?"

The boy with the Kansai accent narrowed his eyes, his expression becoming serious.

He had likely come from Osaka for the first time and had never appeared in the Kanto region. With his reputation, it shouldn't have reached Kanto, as he didn't particularly like participating in formal tennis matches.

"I've heard a little. Oshitari Yushi, the Kansai Wolf who traveled all the way from Osaka!"