This is Seigaku? It's so weak!

Half an hour later.

"The first singles match will now begin, with Oshitari Yushi from Hyotei Academy facing Kamata Saburo from Seishun Academy."

The first match.

Hyotei sent out Oshitari.

Oshitari had finally managed to get a singles match appearance.

On Seigaku's side, they sent out a third-year student who looked older than his age.

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There was a significant height difference between the two. Oshitari, who had just entered first year, was only about 1.65 meters tall. Even so, his height was considered top-tier among first-year junior high students.

But the third-year student Seigaku sent out, Kamata Saburo.

He stood at 1.78 meters tall, his bones essentially fully developed. Judging by height alone, the gap in this match was much wider than anticipated.

"Oshitari."

At this moment, Atobe, standing off the court, spoke slowly, "Fifteen minutes. Finish the match within fifteen minutes. Don't delay today's training."

Oshitari held his racket, turned his head to look at Kamata, and responded calmly, "Fifteen minutes is too long. For a guy like this, ten minutes is more than enough."

"That first-year is quite arrogant!" On Seigaku's side, a third-year student with a white headband and a sturdy build slammed a fist onto a stone platform, glaring at Oshitari on the court.

"Tch~ A first-year brat. I think Hyotei has lost its mind, actually letting a first-year be a regular player," Takei chimed in, completely disregarding Oshitari.

Kamata was, after Yamato, the second-best singles player. Dealing with a first-year brat would be a piece of cake, easily resolved.

"Kamata, since you're at Hyotei, at least give the kid some face."

Takei, off the court, said teasingly to Kamata.

"Hmph!"

Kamata gripped the tennis ball in his left hand, his expression cold, and said calmly, "Sorry, Takei, I don't like giving people face!"

"Since he's so cocky, I'll let him know what a real gap is."

Kamata tossed the ball up and swung his racket forward with great force.

Crack!!

The tennis ball and racket collided rapidly.

Whoosh!!

The tennis ball flew out, arcing over and landing in Oshitari's left half of the court.

Everyone's hearts leaped. This was Kamata's fast serve, Kamata's winning weapon.

Bang!!

Before anyone could react, the tennis ball zipped past Kamata's feet.

Kamata didn't even have time to react.

"0-15, Oshitari!" the umpire shouted loudly.

"Hey~ Senior by the net, could you please hurry up," Oshitari said impatiently. "Don't try to stall the match time with this kind of tactic."

Kamata gritted his teeth, cursing inwardly, Damn brat!!

Bang!

Bang!!

Fierce hitting sounds echoed across the court.

The expressions of the Seigaku members grew increasingly grim as time passed.

Jiro, sitting in the spectator stands, yawned. If Mukahi hadn't been calling out to him, he would have already been asleep in his chair.

This level of match simply didn't interest Jiro.

"Shishido, what's the time?" Atobe asked calmly, hands clasped.

"Exactly eight minutes," Shishido replied softly, holding a stopwatch.

Atobe nodded. "Finishing the match within ten minutes. It's passable."

Bang!!!

As Oshitari raised his hand, another Ace ball.

Kamata fell to his knees powerlessly. The mental pressure was far greater than the physical exertion.

Throughout the entire match, apart from the serve, he could only touch the ball. During Oshitari's service games, he couldn't even get a racket on the ball. Every time Oshitari tossed the ball and swung, it was an Ace ball!

"Game, Oshitari, 6-0."

The umpire shouted, glancing at Kamata on the ground.

Third-years, still like trash.

I really don't know what Coach Sakaki was thinking, to have a match against a school like this.

"Next, it's my turn to play."

Mukahi rubbed his hands together, this practice match would also test his growth from now on.

On the Seigaku side, everyone lowered their heads in unison, their previous arrogant spirit completely gone.

"Takei! You go up."

Coach Ryuzaki's eyes flickered uncertainly.

Takei, whose name was called, glanced at Coach Ryuzaki, but had no intention of going onto the court.

"You guy..."

Coach Ryuzaki took a deep breath and called out a few more third-year regular players.

However, none of them had any intention of playing, each with their heads bowed.

"Enough!!"

Seeing this, Yamato could no longer hold back.

He looked displeased at the regular players beside him, then took off his black sunglasses, stared intently at everyone, and said, "You guys don't deserve to be regular players of the Seigaku tennis club!"

Upon hearing this, the crowd did not retort.

The only one in the entire tennis club qualified to speak to them was Yamato; Yamato was Seigaku's visible captain, and also Seigaku's only tennis player worth mentioning.

"Yamato, I'm counting on you."

Coach Ryuzaki looked at Yamato apologetically, sighing.

"Coach Ryuzaki..."

Yamato looked at Coach Ryuzaki with a serious expression, a cold glint flashing in his eyes: "I hope! After this practice match, those inactive regular players will be removed from their spots."

"Yamato..."

Those regular players suddenly raised their heads and looked at Yamato.

Even Coach Ryuzaki looked at Yamato with disbelief.

"If not, I will quit the tennis club."

Yamato's attitude was firm. He had had enough of the current state of the tennis club. If it weren't for the words of the former tennis club captain years ago, he wouldn't have held on to the tennis club for so many years.

"Yamato, you must become Seigaku's pillar!!"

"Yamato, don't act rashly!"

Coach Ryuzaki was completely panicked now. Yamato was arguably Seigaku's only standout player. If even Yamato quit, Seigaku would truly become a third-rate tennis school.

"Coach Ryuzaki, I'm serious."

Yamato said without politeness.

He had originally thought that as long as he became strong enough, it would be enough to change the status quo of the tennis club. Even if those third-years had personality issues, they would still be helpful to the team.

But he now realized he was wrong... terribly wrong!

Hyotei!!

A powerhouse school that dominated the top four in the nation last year.

They dared to bear heavy pressure and use first-year students, while they were still fighting amongst themselves, bullying the weak, and fearing the strong. Was this truly the tennis club he had supported?

However, now was not the time to talk about these things.

Now he needed to step forward and shut the mouths of those Hyotei regular players.

Yamato slowly walked onto the court, took a deep breath, and said with a cold gaze: "Let's begin! Hyotei regular players!"

"Yo... isn't this the Seigaku captain?"

Mukahi, standing on the court, was a little surprised but didn't take it to heart. He then said, "Alright, let me see what level the captain of this trash tennis club has!"

"Wait!"

At this moment, a stern voice came from behind Mukahi.

"I will play this match."

Tezuka, holding his racket, slowly walked onto the court, looking calmly at Yamato across the net.

Instantly.

Yamato's heart skipped a beat, and a strong sense of crisis arose within him.

His intuition told him that this guy in front of him would be stronger than he had anticipated!