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Physical abilities comparable to third-year regulars, unwavering mental fortitude in the face of formidable opponents, and three powerful serves, each with its own unique characteristics...

As the match progressed, Banlao became increasingly optimistic about Kitahara Akira.

Even though the current situation of the match has been basically controlled by Sengoku, who is giving it his all, he still recognizes Kitahara Akira's potential and talent, and has already devised a corresponding training plan for him, planning to make Yamabuki the next pillar of the singles team.

Bang!

"Game, Kiyosumi Sengoku, 3-2!"

"Change venues."

......

Bang!

"Game, Kiyosumi Sengoku, 4-2!"

As darkness fell, dark clouds suddenly pressed down, and the old man noticed the weather: "It's going to rain soon..."

However... the match is almost over.

For Kitahara Akira, losing to Sengoku was not shameful; in fact, it was a good thing to have seen a high-level opponent sooner.

Tap tap...

Sengoku once again saw through the trajectory of the attack and accurately caught Kitahara Akira's movements, so he unceremoniously hit the tennis ball in the opposite direction.

Bang!

A powerful forehand smash!

With repeated counter-sanctions, Kitahara Akira's plans and rhythm had long been disrupted.

They were completely powerless to stop this powerful attack.

"Score of 1000 koku, 0-40!"

With one point remaining, Sengoku will break serve again to enter match point.

And this time.

Kitahara Akira suddenly mimicked Sengoku's earlier gesture, making a pause gesture and saying, "Excuse me, please wait a moment as well."

He slowly walked to the sidelines.

Sengoku looked at Kitahara Akira with a puzzled expression. What could he possibly do at a time like this?

Kitahara Akira put down his racket, moved his hands in front of his chest a couple of times, and then removed the white wristbands he was wearing.

"That's...!"

Sengoku's pupils contracted slightly, and a look of disbelief flashed across his face.

The old man's eyes showed surprise.

pat!pat!

Kitahara Akira tossed the two wristbands lightly onto the bench, where they slid off the edge and crashed heavily to the ground, kicking up two plumes of dust.

"This weight?!" Sengoku's expression changed.

He had noticed Kitahara Akira's wristbands earlier, but they didn't look heavy, so he assumed they were just ordinary sweat-absorbing wristbands.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a weighted wristband, and an extra-heavy one at that...

"Was it made of some special material?"

Sengoku's gaze swept over the two seemingly ordinary wristbands on the ground, and the next second, he suddenly realized what they meant.

"You dare to compete against me while wearing weights?"

"I've been underestimated!"

While Sengoku was filled with doubt, surprise, and anger, Banrou was also shocked.

In just one match, his assessment of Kitahara Akira's strength was revised several times, which was extremely rare for someone with his keen eye.

I remember last time.

It was the same guy from Seigaku he met when he was teaching at Kuwashi Junior High School.

Back on the court.

"Senior Sengoku."

Seeing Sengoku's constantly changing expression, as if he hadn't quite recovered, Kitahara Akira reminded him, "I'm going to continue!"

Upon hearing this, Sengoku's attention returned to the match, and his eyes became exceptionally serious, even showing a level of earnestness he had never displayed before.

"Unbelievable kid..."

"I was wearing weights during the competition without realizing it, and I thought I had successfully suppressed him."

"Your strength is admirable, but now... I have no choice but to defeat you completely!"

Looking at Kitahara Akira across from him, a flame seemed to suddenly ignite in Sengoku's eyes.

As Yamabuki's first singles player, he has never been particularly eager for victory. He is simply used to playing with his talent, and as long as he does his best, he is content with the outcome. He is not fixated on winning.

He was not resentful of losing to Tezuka in the tournament.

At the youth selection training camp, upon seeing Atobe's immense potential far exceeding his own, he merely offered a few words of praise without feeling any urgency or tension.

But this time, Sengoku desperately wanted to win.

The reasons are complex.

Kitahara Akira is a junior, and as a star player of Yamabuki, losing to a junior is too embarrassing.

At the same time, he truly felt the threat of "he might lose" from Kitahara Akira, an experience he had never had in Yamabuki.

Moreover, he had always been proud of his dynamic vision and eyesight, but he was completely outmaneuvered in his most prized area throughout the entire match, failing to even notice that his opponent was wearing weights, which severely damaged his self-esteem...

In an instant, a multitude of thoughts flashed through Sengoku Kiyosumi's mind.

He just didn't know what his emotions were for at that moment. But Sengoku found that he didn't dislike this feeling; his heart was pounding and his blood was boiling.

just like......

He suddenly stepped into the arena, determined to completely defeat his opponent and render him utterly incapable of fighting before the fight could end.

"It's coming!"

Kitahara Akira had no idea what Sengoku was thinking. After removing the Giant's Wristband, he felt completely relaxed, as if he had suddenly come to land from the underwater world.

He tossed the ball.

Bang! !

Wind, lightning fast!

A thick beam of golden light pierced the air, bringing with it a sharp gust of wind that swept across the stadium in an instant.

Sengoku didn't budge.

"The speed of the serve has indeed improved to a new level."

Sengoku had anticipated this, but he needed time to adapt to this level of speed. However, with his dynamic vision, he believed he wouldn't have to wait until the game was over.

15-40!

......

Bang!

30-40!

......

Bang!

40-40!

......

Bang!

Kitahara Akira takes the lead!

......

Bang!

Kitahara Akira scored four consecutive points, bringing the game to point.

But this time, after he unleashed "Wind - Divine Speed," Sengoku, who had been quiet for a long time, suddenly moved.

"You should probably stop now!"

He shouted, quickly moved to the front of the outer corner, his eyes scanning and accurately capturing the trajectory of the ball, and decisively swung his racket.

Bang!

A high-angle cross-court ball, with almost no reduction in speed, flew back at high speed.

Seeing his full-force serve being returned, Kitahara Akira wasn't too surprised. He took alternating steps, moving much faster than before, and immediately caught up with the ball.

Bang! Bang! ......

The tennis ball was moved back and forth between the two players with incredible intensity.

After being unburdened, Kitahara Akira experienced a comprehensive improvement.

Not only have his strength and speed increased significantly, but his body coordination and agility have also improved markedly. He is now much more at ease facing Sengoku's attacks, unlike before when they were so difficult.

With his current special state of mind, Sengoku's desire to win is stronger than ever before, and his strong offensiveness can be seen in every ball.

Even if you go faster, if you started in the wrong direction, it's useless no matter how fast you go!

Sengoku narrowed his eyes, his superb dynamic vision once again capturing Kitahara Akira's predicted direction, and his racket swung down without hesitation.

Bang!

Kitahara Akira moved to the left, and the tennis ball flew towards the right corner.

The moment the tennis ball flew over the net, Kitahara Akira immediately changed his running direction and chased after it at high speed towards the bottom corner.

Qianshi made a confident judgment.

"There's no time to make it this far..."

However, just as the tennis ball was about to bounce off the ground, Kitahara Akira pushed off with his left foot, followed by a burst of power from his core, and slid out with his right foot using a kendo footwork technique.

Suddenly.

Sengoku felt as if the scene before him had been sped up; in an instant, Kitahara Akira appeared in front of the ball as if by teleportation.

Instant Step!

Derived from kendo footwork, it generates a powerful burst of speed with each step, propelling the user forward one meter as if by teleportation.

In a tennis match.

That one meter was enough to change the course of the game.

Bang!

Sengoku stood frozen in place, not reacting in time, as Kitahara Akira's powerful pull flew out from beside his feet.

"Game, Kitahara Akira, 3-4!"

......

Bang!

"Game, Kitahara Akira, 4-4!"

.....

Bang!

"Game, Kiyosumi Sengoku, 5-4!"

......

Bang!

"Game, Kitahara Akira, 5-5!"

......

The other matches had already ended, and the crowd gathered outside the stadium where Kitahara Akira and Sengoku were playing.

And watching the intense battle on the field.

Disbelief was written all over everyone's faces.

"...What's going on?"

Kitahara Akira and Senseki are equally matched! ?

Bang!

"Game, Kiyosumi Sengoku, 6-5!"

.....

Bang!

"Game, Kitahara Akira, 6-6!"

......

"Huffing...huffing..."

The two players on the field were panting heavily. Such a high-intensity match had taken a huge toll on their physical strength, and even Kitahara Akira and Sengoku were already feeling exhausted.

"You and Sengoku-senpai... went to a tiebreaker...?"

Muromachi Juji's gaze was somewhat dazed.

After losing to Kitahara Akira, he was depressed for a long time after returning home, and it took some mental preparation before he could cheer up again.

I've decided to use this training camp to improve myself, and then challenge Kitahara Akira to avenge that defeat.

Before the training camp even started, you told me...

Kitahara Akira is already able to go toe-to-toe with Sengoku-senpai?!

Compared to Muromachi Juji, who had personally experienced Kitahara Akira's strength, the others reacted much more intensely. They simply couldn't imagine that Kitahara Akira, who had been ranked low and was not particularly noticeable in the past, could actually possess such strength.

The sky was extremely gloomy, with dark clouds rolling in.

Then came several flashes of lightning, a few claps of thunder, and then a torrential downpour.

"It's raining!"

"Damn it, of all times!"

Summer downpours can suddenly become torrential, so everyone quickly sprang into action.

"Everyone, get out of the rain!"

"Hurry up and gather the ball! Quickly!"

"It's a real shame that their game ended like that."

"what?"

"Those two are still fighting!"

on the field.

Kitahara Akira tossed the tennis ball up and then struck it down hard.

Even though he had given it his all, Sengoku still put immense pressure on him, and his fierce fighting spirit terrified him.

Bang!

Sengoku swung his racket, striking the tennis ball and sending up a splash of water.

His feelings at this moment were almost the same as Kitahara Akira's. Even though he had given it his all, and tried his best to widen the score gap, the opponent caught up again in an instant.

He felt a sense of dread he had never experienced before.

"Defeat him!"

"Beat him!"

In the heavy rain, the burning flames of battle danced in both of their eyes.

"3-3!"... "4-4!"...

*Smack! Smack! Smack!* ...

Kitahara Akira slapped the tennis ball, sending up heavy splashes of water on the ground.

"Which move should we use?"

Sengoku locked onto Kitahara Akira's every move, ready to meet his serve attack at any moment.

After packing up their equipment, the crowd outside the stadium forgot to seek shelter from the rain and stood in the downpour watching the match between the two.

Who will ultimately emerge victorious?

Thousand koku, or...

Kitahara?

Sudden.

"That's enough—!"

The man appeared on the field and brought to a halt this game that seemed to be ending at any moment, but in reality, would never end.