A moment later.
The two of them stood on the court. Looking at the slightly young-looking Fuji, Kamikawa smiled. "Fuji Shusuke, with your skill, you should be better than the regulars on Seigaku, shouldn't you?"
"I'm curious. With your abilities, why haven't you brought about a revolution at Seigaku?"
Everyone watching from the sidelines turned their eyes to Fuji on the court.
"Hmph!"
Takei let out a soft snort. "He's just a first-year brat..."
"Takei, shut your mouth!"
Yamato glared fiercely at Takei.
That guy was a third-year, yet in that situation, he'd cowered behind everyone else. Now that Fuji had stepped forward, he was still sneering from the sidelines. He showed none of the care a senior should have for his junior, yet put on more airs than anyone else.
After that match, Yamato had seen the truth: Seigaku's rot was caused by these second- and third-year parasites. No matter whether Fuji won this match, he would kick those useless parasites out of the starting lineup.
No matter who they were!
Nothing could change Yamato's resolve now.
"Yamato, you..." Takei tried to say something more.
But all he got in return was Yamato's murderous glare. Even Coach Ryuzaki had never seen Yamato wear such an expression.
The usually friendly, easygoing captain seemed like a different person today.
"Oishi, do you... think Fuji will win?" Kikumaru quietly asked Oishi beside him.
Oishi shook his head. "I'm... not sure either. Maybe we should ask Inui."
Inui sighed, closed his notebook, and said, "Fuji is different from the rest of us. Of all the information I've gathered, I have the least on him."
"But since he stepped forward of his own accord, that means he's confident."
Inui had investigated the player records of almost everyone in Seigaku's tennis club. There was only