Revolution! Fresh Blood is Needed to Drive It Forward! Do What You Believe Is Right! Tezuka!

Why me?!

If Atobe were to become the tennis club's captain, he definitely wouldn't appoint any vice-captains. Almost everything concerning the tennis club would be decided by him, which was pretty much Atobe's usual style of handling things.

But Tezuka had appointed him as vice-captain.

Surely, Kamikawa had always been by Tezuka's side. If anyone were to be chosen, it should have been him.

Such decisiveness!

He truly couldn't do that.

By the time Atobe arrived at the tennis club, the new students, along with the second and third-year veterans, were all standing rigidly on the court, waiting for others to arrive.

There was no choice. They couldn't defeat him in terms of skill, and they couldn't just quit the tennis club because of yesterday's loss.

"At someone's request..."

Atobe walked to the front of the assembled crowd and slowly said, "I am now the vice-captain of the Hyotei tennis club. My requirements are simple: daily training must meet the standard."

"If anyone is unhappy, they can come challenge me directly. If I lose, I'll hand over the vice-captain position."

Atobe's gaze swept over the second and third-year regular players first, his eyes cold.

Those former regular players also looked at each other, clear panic appearing on their faces.

"As for the daily training, that guy will come announce it later."

Atobe didn't give direct orders but pushed the training tasks to Tezuka. "For the time being, everyone can move freely. Find any court and play a bit, train casually."

"That's all, dismissed."

After speaking, Atobe proactively carried his racket and found an open space to train.

Today's task hadn't been told to him by Tezuka, and Kamikawa hadn't mentioned it at the start either. He was too lazy to bother with these things. The most important thing now was to become stronger, stronger than Tezuka, and reclaim the throne of the king.

"This..."

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

Finally, they looked helplessly at the former vice-captain, Mitsuya Genko.

"Why are you looking at me?"

Mitsuya Genko said irritably, "I'm just a member of the Hyotei tennis club now, not the vice-captain. Everyone do what you need to do!"

What else could he say? He wasn't even worth a fart now.

Just as Atobe had said earlier, he was only a few years older than Atobe and had eaten a few more years of rice.

The current Hyotei tennis club only valued strength above all else; everything else was just talk.

Only with solid strength could they reclaim the glory that rightfully belonged to them.

But...

Could they really achieve this?

Let alone Tezuka, who had defeated Atobe, just Atobe himself, the nominal vice-captain, was enough to defeat all of them present.

"Tsk..."

Kamikawa smiled, not surprised by Atobe's attitude. "Truly 'swift and decisive'."

Today's training hadn't been done yet.

There was still plenty of time, and no practice matches today, so he'd do it first.

Finding an open court, Kamikawa took out his racket, pulled a marker out of its case, and casually drew a few circles on the wall. He nodded with satisfaction, put away the marker, took out his racket, and began today's training.

Knock, knock, knock!

"Come in."

At the door of the piano classroom, a clean-cut young man wearing glasses gently knocked on the wooden door. A voice filled with authority came from behind the door.

After receiving permission, the young man pushed the door open and walked in.

The entire piano classroom looked very luxurious. By the window sat a piano, and in front of the piano sat a distinguished middle-aged man.

"Coach Sakaki, I'm a new student for the tennis club this time..."

Tezuka looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, unable to help but be drawn to his noble aura.

The middle-aged man waved his hand and said, "I know you, Tezuka Kunimitsu."

"I saw yesterday's match through the window. You have outstanding talent and have mastered some interesting things."

"You must have come to bring me some interesting little trinkets, right?"

Sakaki Taro's gaze was deep as he pointed at the papers in Tezuka's hand.

As the Hyotei coach, he had naturally seen the match yesterday very clearly.

He had to admit, Tezuka was very strong.

Originally, Keigo Atobe was the next tennis club captain he had handpicked for Hyotei.

Long before Gekko Ochi went on to higher education, he had already visited England to see that kid, anticipating the difficulties Hyotei might face. He had to admit, Atobe had extremely high talent, and his personality was very much to his liking.

However...

Something unexpected happened.

And that unexpected event was the Tezuka Kunimitsu standing before him.

Possessing even greater talent than Atobe, by all rights, he should have gone to Seishun Academy. He shouldn't have appeared at Hyotei, yet here he was.

Furthermore, in yesterday's upheaval, he had directly defeated the kid who returned from England.

"Coach Sakaki, here is some of the report I've compiled."

Tezuka nodded, handing over the documents he had spent the morning organizing.

They detailed the current shortcomings of the Hyotei tennis club, its future development, training plans, and the determination of regular player spots.

After a few minutes of glancing through, Sakaki Taro's gaze settled on Tezuka. He had to admit, Tezuka was an excellent leader, possessing astonishing talent.

Just by a quick look, Sakaki Taro saw a hint of Gekko in the report.

In a way, he might be a better fit for Hyotei than Atobe.

"Have you decided on your Vice-Captain yet?"

Sakaki Taro set the report aside and picked up his red wine glass.

His question implicitly acknowledged Tezuka's current standing within the tennis club.

"I want to choose Atobe."

Deep down, Tezuka had always wanted to choose Kamikawa.

Before making his decision, he had repeatedly asked Kamikawa for his opinion.

The only response he received was two words: "No!"

"Atobe... Since you've made your decision, I won't interfere."

"I know what you're worried about..."

"Those second and third-year students may have made many contributions to Hyotei and shown their loyalty."

"But now... Hyotei has undergone a new transformation, so..."

"We need new blood to flow."

Sakaki Taro stated his point, emphasizing each word.

As a decisive coach, Sakaki Taro knew better than anyone what Hyotei needed right now.

The loyalty of those second and third-year students was undoubtedly greater than that of the new recruits.

But could loyalty put food on the table?

Could loyalty make the Hyotei tennis club stronger?

Clearly, no!

If that was the case, then let the winds of reform blow even stronger.

"Okay."

This was exactly what Tezuka had been waiting for Sakaki Taro to say.

He couldn't push for the Hyotei tennis club's reform through his own strength alone.

He wasn't Atobe, with the Atobe Zaibatsu behind him.

"Do what you believe is right."

Sakaki Taro smiled at Tezuka, then seemed to recall something and added, "If you need anything, you can come to me, or you can go to that kid Atobe."

"Although that kid is unhappy about losing to you, he's not someone who can't handle losing."

Tezuka's mind also conjured up Atobe's image, and he nodded silently.

"Phew..."

Over at the tennis club, Kamikawa had almost completed his ball control assignment for the day and let out a long sigh.

Behind him stood a group of people, their faces filled with astonishment, unable to believe what they had just witnessed.

The spots marked with circles on the wall were covered in dust.

Furthermore, The large expanse of the wall was completely free of any dust.