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Kitahara Akira extended his hand and spoke to Shimada Takashi on the other side of the net with a friendly expression.

Shimada Takashi, however, was a little slow to realize what was happening. After a few seconds of stunned silence, he reached out and grasped the outstretched hand with a slightly flustered expression.

Their positions suddenly reversed.

He was still a little disoriented, as if he were dreaming. After all, just over a month ago, Kitahara Akira was just an ordinary and unremarkable person.

But the glaring 6-0 score on the scoreboard brought him back to his senses.

I initially thought being grouped with Kitahara Akira was a free point, but things didn't turn out that way...

As Shimada Takashi watched Kitahara Akira walk off the court, he could only sigh helplessly, wondering how such a dark horse had suddenly emerged.

However, he was also secretly looking forward to watching Kitahara Akira and Muromachi's match later.

......

soon.

6-0，6-0，6-0。

Kitahara Akira won three more matches with unstoppable momentum, and Muromachi Juji followed closely behind, defeating his fourth opponent. Only the other two have yet to face each other.

Meanwhile, the rest of Group A were playing their matches on the field.

Off the field, Muromachi Juji's expression was solemn, his eyes behind his sunglasses fixed on Kitahara Akira in the opposite rest area, his gaze revealing caution and a fiery fighting spirit.

Unexpectedly, besides Kita Kazuma, there was also a strong fighter like Kitahara Akira.

That incredibly fast serve.

Even when he was off the field, he could feel an immense threat.

Muromachi adjusted his breathing ten times and moved his body slightly to recover his strength as much as possible.

The continuous high-intensity matches are a considerable test for these first-year students whose bodies are not yet fully developed.

On the other side...

"Too weak..." Kitahara Akira couldn't help but shake his head inwardly.

Having experienced the previous matches, he had a general idea of ​​the strength of the first-year students like Yamabuki.

As expected, Yamabuki is not good at one-on-one combat. Apart from Shimada Takashi, who is barely passable, the rest of them are really not very interesting. They are all soft persimmons that can be crushed with a pinch.

The [Wind - Divine Speed] with 60% power easily shattered their fighting spirit. Once their will wavered, they couldn't even mount a strong offensive in their own service games, let alone break Kitahara Akira's serve.

"Muromachi Juji..." Kitahara Akira narrowed his eyes, sensing a gaze coming from the other side.

Looking up, he saw Muromachi Juji wearing sunglasses. From the eager look on the other man's face, Kitahara Akira saw a strong fighting spirit, and the corner of his mouth curled up slightly.

"This is a good opportunity to see your true strength. If you can defeat Murata Yukihiro, you shouldn't be too weak."

As the game on the field came to an end.

Many members who were not playing gathered around the stadium where Group A was playing.

Muromachi Juji received Yamabuki's focused training from an early age, while Kitahara Akira emerged as a dark horse, his terrifyingly high-speed flat serve was described as ruthless, and so far he has a perfect record.

Based on the current points in the group, this match will determine the first place in Group A.

Therefore, many people are paying close attention to this match between the two.

Even the regular school team and Coach Banta arrived at the stadium early.

After losing two matches and winning one, Morimura Ya came to watch the fourth match after conceding defeat. Standing next to him were several people who had previously mocked him, their faces now filled with shock.

"For or against?"

"just."

"I'm lucky, it's my serve."

Kitahara Akira caught the tennis ball thrown by the referee with his racket and smiled as he spoke to Muromachi Juji.

Muromachi Juji's expression was serious as he thought to himself.

"Are we going to see that serve right from the start?"

He carefully adjusted the elastic band of his sunglasses to make sure it wouldn't loosen during vigorous running before reaching out to shake hands with Kitahara Akira at the net, and then walked to the baseline of his chosen half of the court.

"The match begins! Kitahara Akira vs. Muromachi Shiki, one set to decide the winner!"

"Akira Kitahara serves first."

As the voice from the high chair faded, the highly anticipated match officially began.

"Let me return your serve."

Muromachi Juji stood several steps behind the baseline, leaning slightly forward, his eyes constantly watching Kitahara Akira's every subtle movement.

Having watched four matches from the sidelines, he already knew the power of that serve inside and out.

It's fair to say that, aside from Sengoku's Tiger Roar, he hasn't found anyone whose serve is faster than his opponent's.

It's a pity.

I, Muromachi Juji, am the one who will take over from Sengoku-senpai and carry the banner of Yamabuki's solo battles!

Bang!

A sound like an explosion rang out.

Muromachi Juji's pupils suddenly contracted as a pale yellow afterimage grazed his body and slammed violently into the barbed wire behind him.

"Wow, so fast!"

Not only Muromachi Juji, but also the Yamabuki members watching from the sidelines gasped in surprise. Most of them could only see a blur of the ball when it came to that level of serve.

Kentaro Minami's expression changed slightly, and he turned to look at Kiyosumi Sengoku beside him and asked.

"Did you see that serve clearly?"

Sengoku Kiyosumi blinked, her eyes sparkling, her expression a mixture of surprise and seriousness. "That's a really strong serve!" she exclaimed excitedly.

at the same time.

In his eyes, every movement of Kitahara Akira's serve—from tossing the ball, bending his knees, to arching his back and jumping to hit the ball—was like a stop-motion animation playing out.

Sengoku Kiyosumi saw it very clearly.

But it was precisely because he could see it clearly that he knew how incredible that serve was.

It's fair to say that apart from him, no one in the entire Yamabuki Junior High School could guarantee a successful return, yet this level of serve was hit so easily by a first-year student.

It's incredible.

Bang!

Then another heavy, muffled sound of a ball being struck rang out on the court.

Step...step...

Muromachi extended his right arm, but the yellow beam of light shot fiercely out of the court from a great distance.

"30-0!"

"What...what exactly happened with that serve?!"

"I can't even touch Muromachi!"

Bang!

......

Bang!

"Game, Kitahara Akira, 1-0!"

"Please switch places."

Kitahara Akira was like a ruthless serving machine, hitting four consecutive super-fast aces to win the first game, while Muromachi Jutsu, who was highly anticipated, couldn't even touch the ball.

The two brushed past each other outside the venue.

Kitahara Akira wore a faint smile, while Muromachi Juji's face was serious; the opponent's ball speed was faster than expected.

Outside the barbed wire fence.

"It's like a tennis ball hit by a heavy cannon," Mamoru Inoue remarked with surprise.

He turned to the old man beside him and said, "Coach Banta, Yamabuki really has a lot of talent. Besides Sengoku, it seems that your school has been trying to cultivate new singles players. That's really remarkable."

"hehe......"

The old man chuckled softly without replying. His kind and gentle appearance made it impossible to guess what he was thinking, but the unexpected glint in his eyes revealed his surprise.

Akira Kitahara.

It seems I overlooked something before!

on the field.

After both players took their positions again, Muromachi Juji gently pressed down on the tennis ball, his gaze fixed on a certain spot on the other side.