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Kitahara Akira's serve.

Swish~

The tennis ball was tossed high into the air.

"So, you want to play high-speed ball..."

Upon seeing this, Yukihiro Murata immediately took two steps back, retreating to the baseline to give himself ample time to react.

But as his gaze moved to Kitahara Akira's deeply bent knees, he immediately realized something was wrong.

"It's not a flat serve, it's a topspin serve!"

Wind and mist swirl!

Kitahara Akira opened his back arch, and the accumulated power instantly transferred from his waist to his arms, finally exploding on the tennis ball.

Bang!

Yukihiro Murata took two steps back to receive the topspin shot, and a heavy thud echoed across the court.

"How could this be!?"

His pupils contracted.

A beam of yellow light shot towards them, fast and spinning intensely.

They hadn't even had a chance to get into position yet.

The beam of yellow light had already reached him, and a fierce gust of wind rushed towards him. Murata Yukihiro's scalp tingled instantly. Before he could react, the tennis ball shot out and crashed into the wire mesh behind the court, causing a violent tremor.

"Kitahara Akira scores, 15-0."

Morimura swallowed hard, then announced the score with a bewildered expression.

They scored directly from the serve...!

What's with this spin? Also, can a regular topspin serve produce this kind of speed?!

Bang!

Kitahara Akira jumped up and served again.

Another powerful topspin shot with extreme trajectory was launched, bouncing violently upon impact.

The spin of Wind and Storm is no less than that of Ryoma Echizen's outside spin serve. Although the angle is not as extreme as a direct attack to the cheek, the speed is much faster than an outside spin serve.

Yukihiro Murata stepped to the side, preparing to extend the hair.

But as soon as he took a step, the fiercely spinning tennis ball magnified rapidly in his eyes, and by the time he raised his racket to swing, the tennis ball had already rushed in front of him.

With this speed and powerful spin, the space for hitting the ball is instantly squeezed out.

"hateful!"

Murata Yukihiro only had time to utter a curse before the tennis ball pierced through his defense again, preventing him from even swinging his racket.

"30-0".

......

Bang!

"40-0".

......

Bang!

"Game, Kitahara Akira, 2-0!"

......

Kitahara Meiji won the service game with a high-speed topspin serve.

His Wind and Storm Strike is like Ryoma Echizen's topspin serve; if you haven't found a suitable time to receive the serve, you can only watch helplessly as the tennis ball flies out of the court.

For ordinary players at the level of major competitions.

This tactic is almost unsolvable. Even if you take several rounds to get used to it and successfully counterattack, if your return of the serve is not of high quality, it's just a death struggle that only prolongs the time of death a little.

Ten minutes later.

"Huffing...huffing..."

This time, it was Murata Yukihiro's turn to be panting heavily.

He became increasingly alarmed as he fought.

In just over a week, Kitahara Akira not only enhanced his already proficient speed-based playing style, but also integrated it with a strong topspin shot.

Facing Kitahara Akira's strong topspin and ultra-high speed composite style of play.

I was completely at a disadvantage.

"This kid...is a genius!"

While chasing the ball with all his might, Yukihiro Murata praised Akira Kitahara.

He saw a faint resemblance to his own playing style in his opponent's topspin shot.

In other words.

After that match a little over a week ago, Kitahara Akira thoroughly absorbed his playing style, mastered it, and finally integrated it into his own speed-based style.

If this isn't genius, what is it?!

Bang!

A heavy thud suddenly rang out as Yukihiro Murata lunged to save the ball, kicking up a cloud of dust, but the tennis ball bounced off his racket.

"Ga...game, Kitahara Akira, 6-0!"

As Murata Yukihiro lay sprawled on the ground, Morimura Ya, sitting on the referee's chair, announced the final result with a choked voice.

Kitahara Akira won...

Murata, a veteran of two Tokyo Metropolitan Tournament tournaments, won the match! A resounding 6-0 victory!?

Why would I have such a dream?

Morimura was stunned for a moment, then his eyes lit up: "Holy crap! That's awesome!"

In just a few seconds.

His emotions were like a rollercoaster.

From initial shock and doubt, to accepting reality but still unable to understand, to finally realizing "This is my buddy!"

My buddy beat Murata!

In other words, Kitahara is about the same level as Muromachi Juji?!

That's incredibly awesome!

Morimura Ya immediately trembled with excitement. He couldn't wait for school to start. With Kitahara's current strength, he was sure he could scare those people to death!

on the field.

Yukihiro Murata got up from the ground, dusted himself off, walked to the net, and shook hands with the net afterwards.

Meanwhile, a large crowd had already gathered outside the venue, and discussions were incessant.

"Murata, the boss, actually lost?"

"How did Kitahara Akira become so strong in just one week?"

"I really can't believe it..."

Yukihiro Murata glanced around. The match had attracted quite a few people, and their surprised gazes were all fixed on him, but he didn't care.

"6-0......"

"You've improved very quickly. I knew you would beat me sooner or later, but I didn't expect that day to come so soon."

Yukihiro Murata said with a carefree smile.

There was not a trace of resentment at defeat on his face, nor any sense of humiliation or anger at losing to a junior.

"When I first entered junior high school, I often couldn't beat the older students. At that time, I thought that when I got to a higher grade, I would definitely show off in front of the younger students."

"As a result, in the Metropolitan Tournament in my second year, I encountered Yuushi Oshitari, a first-year student from Hyotei, and suffered a crushing 0-6 defeat."

"I realized that the advantage of age may not be as great as I had imagined."

"So I practiced very hard, but then I lost to Fuji, a second-year student from Seigaku, in the tournament this year."

Speaking of Fuji, Yukihiro Murata paused for a moment, then emphasized, "He was a true genius."

He then continued to express his feelings.

"I have come to terms with reality. In this world, geniuses can always transcend the limitations of ordinary people."

But I still didn't expect it.

Before graduating from junior high, I somehow managed to lose to a whole bunch of you first-graders in turn.

"This group?"

Kitahara Akira caught the key words: losing to Muromachi ten times and then losing to himself, the two of them could not be considered a "group".

Yukihiro Murata said, "Takeshi Momoshiro and Kaoru Kaido from Seigaku, Juji Muromachi and Akira Kitahara from Yamabuki, the left-handed, grumpy brat from St. Rudolf, and a talkative brat from some unknown school, a red-haired rhythm kid, and a tall, strong, honest kid."

"Heh, isn't this a whole bunch?"

Kitahara Akira was sweating.

I don't know whether to say he's unlucky or praise him for being lucky.

After finally making it into the Metropolitan Tournament, they were faced by Hyotei and Seigaku twice, with their opponents being top geniuses like Fuji.

Takeshi Momoshiro and Kaoru Kaidou are also future mainstays of Seigaku and indispensable members of the protagonist team. Takeshi Momoshiro even defeated Sengoku in the final of the Metropolitan Tournament, demonstrating his extraordinary strength and potential.

After defeating these two, you can still encounter Muromachi ten more times.

Then he was beaten up one by one by Fuji Syusuke's younger brother Fuji Yuuta, Fudomine's Shinji Ibu, Akira Kamio, and Tetsu Ishida, and finally fell to his own hand.

Kitahara Akira looked at Murata Yukihiro, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Dude, you're incredibly lucky!

In other words, in just one week, every single second-year student in Tokyo who you can name next year beat you up.

What kind of insane matchmaking system is this?

......

"Tell me the truth, how did you suddenly become so good?"... "Oh~ There are indeed quite a few professional players who are late bloomers."... "By the way, between you and Muromachi, who is better?"... "That guy Nakajima beat me 6-0 last semester, don't forget to help me win back."

On the way back, Morimura Ya kept chattering away.

Until the fork in the road.

Reluctantly, Morimura Yasai walked towards his home, finally giving Kitahara Akira some relief.

After returning home and having dinner.

Kitahara Akira prepared the things he needed to bring for school the next day and went to bed early.

The next day.

Sunlight streamed into the bedroom.

Kitahara Misae got up very early today and prepared breakfast in the kitchen.

Kitahara Akira washed up.

After finishing breakfast, I went out.