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"First shot miss!"... "Double shot miss!"...

"Kitahara Akira scores, 15-15!"

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"First shot miss!"... "Double shot miss!"...

"Kitahara Akira scores, 15-30!"

......

Off the field, Ryo Shishido and Gakuto Mukahi looked very serious: "Oh no... Chotaro's concentration is starting to drop."

The competition was not like regular practice.

When under high mental stress, it is difficult for a person to maintain their best performance. Physical exertion, the situation of the competition, external influences... all these factors can cause attention to gradually wander.

not to mention......

Ryo Shishido looked at Akira Kitahara on the other side of the net.

At this moment, the ease and confidence he had shown before the match were gone from his eyes. In the middle of the match, he remained unwavering and hit four aces in every service game with incredible force. He was simply a monster.

Chotaro must be under tremendous pressure facing such an enemy.

Snap! ...Snap! ...Snap! ...

The tennis ball was pressed down hard and bounced back, but Chotaro Ootori didn't serve for a long time. Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and just as Ryo Shishido had guessed, the pressure was constantly hitting him like a tide.

"Calm down...I need to calm down."

His eyes flickered as he tried to forget his previous mistake, but that's how people are; the more you try to forget something, the clearer the memory becomes.

At this moment, what Ootori Chotaro was thinking about was no longer "how to score the next point", but "I must not make another double fault".

"Isn't the shoulder rotation enough?"... "Should the knees be bent a little more?"... "Does the hitting point need adjustment?"...

When the brain is filled with this thought, not to mention serving, even the most basic things like holding the ball and positioning feel awkward, because he begins to doubt the muscle memory he has built up through thousands and thousands of training sessions.

And this time.

Kitahara Akira straightened up, slowly walked from behind the baseline to inside the line, then bent his knees again, assuming a ready position to receive the serve.

"...!"

Feng Changtaro paused, his expression changing slightly.

"Does this mean they think I'm bound to double fault, or that they think I'll never hit a powerful serve again?"

"I won't give up!"

"One ball...into...the...soul!!"

Bang!

The racket struck the tennis ball with great force, instantly compressing it into an ellipsoidal shape before it burst out of the air.

at the same time.

tread!

Kitahara Akira stomped his right foot on the ground in an instant, and his body shot out like a bullet.

Basic single-leg shuffling steps!

This footwork technique provides a starting speed that is half a step faster than ordinary basic quick steps, allowing you to catch up with the ball that you couldn't catch before.

However, to use it in official matches, one needs not only strong physical coordination but also a keen sense of tennis.

Previously, Kitahara Akira was actually lacking in ball control, but thanks to the experience he received from the "Silver Spoon," he was able to make up for this deficiency with his skillful judgment.

Whoosh—!

The powerful serve bounced fiercely from the ground, but Kitahara Akira, who used a basic one-legged step, appeared there a step ahead of time.

"It took longer than I expected to get used to the ball speed..."

He accurately captured the trajectory of the tennis ball and swung his racket.

Bang!

The heavy force struck the racket face, but Kitahara Akira's arm remained as steady as a rock. With an open stance, he directly used the force to push back the ball, and the speed of the return shot hardly decreased.

"What!?"

Feng Changtaro was shocked. The moment his foot touched the ground, a straight golden beam of light shot past him.

"Kitahara Akira scores, 15-40!"

......

"Mistake!" ...Bang! ...

After his first serve went into the net, Chotaro Ootori successfully hit a powerful serve on his second serve.

however.

tread!

Kitahara Akira took a basic step on one foot, his body springing out ahead of time, arriving a step earlier in the path the tennis ball would inevitably take after bouncing up.

The powerful serve is much faster than Sengoku's Tiger Roar.

However, as a top-class power hitter, Kitahara Akira was able to accurately predict the trajectory of the ball based on the details of the player's movements. If he hadn't been carrying weights that he hadn't removed, he would have been able to break through the opponent's serve much earlier.

Bang!

Without the slightest hesitation, the racket was powerfully pulled out.

"Game, Yamabuki Middle School Kitahara Akira, 4-3!"

"The two sides will switch venues."

......

"The situation is already very clear..."

Inui Sadaharu was silent for a few seconds, his gaze sweeping over Ootori Chotaro.

Although their morale was clearly low, the opposing team did not choose to give up. They retreated to the rear of the line and entered a fighting stance.

Unfortunately, it's meaningless.

In a duel between top-class power hitters, the serve was broken head-on, and defeat was only a matter of time.

Sadaharu Inui calmly announced the outcome of the match ahead of time.

"Yamabuki won."

Momoshiro and Kaidou remained silent, instead watching Kitahara Akira on the field with serious expressions, their vigilance towards the heavy gunner at its highest.

Meanwhile, in another corner outside the stadium.

As the match unfolded as he had anticipated, Kanzuki glanced at the Hyotei camp not far away, where the leader, Atobe, had a cold expression.

"With my intelligence, Ootori Chotaro originally had a chance to win. It was all because of your arrogance, Atobe, that he lost the match."

Guan Yuechu gave a cold laugh, "So the so-called King of Hyotei is really nothing special?"

"The same narrow-mindedness and shortsightedness..."

"And Yamabuki!"

"Sooner or later, Saint Rudolf will replace you!"

Guan Yuechu secretly made a vow.

He glanced one last time at Kitahara Akira on the field. The match wasn't over yet, but he quietly withdrew from the crowd.

"The intelligence is in hand. The next big thing will be the Grand Tournament next year, then..."

Just as Guan Yuechu was about to leave, a green team uniform appeared in front of him, blocking his way. He frowned and looked up, only to see a head of dazzling cherry red hair.

"So, you're the one spreading intelligence about Kitahara everywhere, aren't you?"

"..."

......

on the field.

Bang!

Kitahara Akira leaped high into the air and swung his racket down firmly.

The tennis ball hurtled out at a super-high speed of over 235 km/h. Chotaro tried his best to catch up, but he could never catch up with the ball that was always just a hair's breadth away.

"Kitahara Akira scores, 40-0!"

......

"it's over."

shuh~

Kitahara Akira tossed the tennis ball up, bent his knees, jumped, and hit the ball, his movements as steady as ever, without the slightest deviation.

Bang!

The tennis ball plummeted from the sky again.

Tatata!

With red eyes, Feng Changtaro charged forward like a madman.

Even though it was still some distance from the landing point, the tennis ball had already touched the ground and bounced off the ground at high speed.

So he lunged forward without a second thought, stretching out his racket with all his might.

"Damn it! Catch it!!"

Snapped!

A clear sensation came from the racket face, and Feng Changtaro's eyes lit up with joy. As he threw himself to the ground, he scooped his arm up with all his might.

Whoosh!

A parabola flew into the opposite half of the court.

However, before Chotaro could stand up, a shadow appeared in the sky above the net.

Bang!

A powerful, short burst of high-pressure interception and explosive extraction.

"Game, Yamabuki Middle School Kitahara Akira, 5-3!"

......

Bang!

"Game, Yamabuki Middle School Kitahara Akira, 6-3!"

"Match over! Kitahara Akira wins! He advances to the top 16 of the Tokyo Metropolitan Division in this Autumn Rookie Tournament!"