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As it was the last day of the qualifying rounds, many courts at the tournament venue were empty.

Sengoku stopped Kanzuki, who was about to leave, and led him to an empty tennis court: "You're a tennis player too, so let's settle this with tennis!"

"Going up against me... isn't a wise choice, lucky Sengoku-kun~"

"Looks like you really know our Yamabuki."

Sengoku scratched the back of his head, a hint of surprise in his eyes, then smiled and said, "In that case, we can't let you leave so easily!"

"Tch!" Guan Yuechu's face darkened.

The intelligence he had gathered earlier kept going wrong in Kitahara Akina's hands, which made him doubt his intelligence-gathering abilities.

Then he was turned away by Atobe again. He noticed the way the other man looked at him like he was a clown. This humiliation was something he felt if that person hadn't been Atobe Keigo...

And now, even Sengoku has come knocking on our door on his own.

Do you really think Guan Yuechu is made of clay?

He gave Sengoku a dangerous look: "If you want to taste defeat, then come on!"

......

Group J stadiums.

"Well played!"

As he approached the net, Kitahara Akira extended his hand to Ootori Chotaro and praised, "You had great courage on that last serve."

"Thanks!"

"I hope I can play against Feng again next time."

Kitahara Akira smiled, turned around and walked to the sidelines. He raised his racket high in his right hand and gave a victory sign to his teammates from Yamabuki and the dozen or so passersby who were cheering him on.

"Kitahara Akira!... Kitahara Akira!... Kitahara Akira!... "

"The true number one power hitter in Tokyo—!!"

The crowd outside immediately cheered, and Morimura Ya covered his mouth with his hands and shouted at the top of his lungs, feeling honored and extremely proud.

This is his brother! His best buddy!

Even Muromachi Juji, who still harbored a competitive spirit, was infected by everyone and joined in chanting Kitahara Akira's name. However, looking at the figure holding up his racket on the court, his eyes were full of envy.

Tokyo's top power hitter!

For a long time after the rookie tournament ended, whenever this name was mentioned, people would think of Kitahara Akira.

Muromachi was extremely envious of this.

Because not just anyone can have a title; only those who are outstanding in a certain aspect or have an incredibly impressive record have the opportunity to gain a title recognized by the public.

Even someone as strong as Sengoku-senpai only got the title of "Lucky Sengoku".

However, in the rookie tournament that Sengoku-senpai took, quite a few impressive titles emerged.

The kings of Rikkai University: the prodigy Seiichi Yukimura, the emperor Genichiro Sanada, and the strategist Renji Yanagi; the emperors of Seigaku: Kunimitsu Tezuka and the genius Sasuke Fuji; the kings of Hyotei: Keigo Atobe and Yuushi Oshitari, the Kansai wolf...

Compared to these impressive titles, Muromachi Juji suddenly felt that Tokyo's top power hitter was nothing special.

Kitahara Akira returned to the Yamabuki position and looked around.

"Where's Sengoku-senpai?"

"When you were playing just now... some people from Hyotei came by, and then a little while later, Sengoku-senpai said he had something to take care of."

Hearing Morimura say this, Kitahara Akira nodded and didn't pay any attention. Instead, he turned his gaze to the crowd around the stadium, trying to find someone.

Now that the competition is over, it's time to settle some scores.

......

"Sengoku-kun, you are indeed very strong, but you absolutely cannot beat me!"

Guan Yuechu's eyes were full of confidence, as if he knew exactly where the tennis ball would go. He quickly moved to the right corner.

next second.

Sure enough, the tennis ball flew to this position, and Guan Yuechu was poised to strike...

Bang!

A powerful forehand straight-line through ball penetrates Sengoku's corner.

"1-0... Hmph!!"

Kanzuki looked smugly at Sengoku, who seemed to be annoyed by the point he had lost.

Ha, it's useless...

My tennis isn't based solely on intelligence and speculation; it involves thoroughly investigating my opponent's strengths before practicing to exploit their weaknesses.

Fuji, the genius of Seigaku; Sengoku, the lucky one from Yamabuki; Yuushi Oshitari, the Kansai wolf of Hyotei...

"What a coincidence, you happen to be on my list of opponents."

"Since Kaneda failed to advance, let's use defeating Yamabuki's number one singles player as a declaration of St. Rudolf's journey to the national championships..."

Guan Yuechu twirled a strand of hair around her forehead with her finger, unconsciously letting out a sinister laugh.

Just then, a slightly approving voice came from the other side.

"Your intelligence tennis is pretty good!"

Sengoku raised his arm, then took a tennis ball out of his pocket and walked to the service line.

"But is your playing style sufficient to collect data in real-time during matches and update the database accordingly?"

Guan Yuechu was slightly taken aback: "Wh...what do you mean?"

"I see, I understand now."

Sengoku Takashi chuckled softly, tossing a tennis ball in the air. "I mean... I'm incredibly lucky, with all that information you had..."

"They're all just outdated now!"

Bang! !

A terrifying beam of light, no less powerful than a cannon serve, suddenly blasted straight into Guan Yuechu's court from high above.

Wind and Tiger Roar!

After more than a month of joint practice, and through constant exposure, Sengoku incorporated Kitahara Akira's unique power generation method into his original Tiger Roar, resulting in a nearly 10% increase in ball speed.

"15-0!"

After announcing the score, Sengoku winked and smiled mischievously, "Look, like this one...you wouldn't know, would you?"

.....

Less than half an hour.

Sengoku returned to the Yamabuki camp, and although he had sweated a little, he looked refreshed.

"Senior, where did you go?" Kitahara Akira asked curiously.

"I met a kind person, played a match with him, and he helped me discover many weaknesses I had overlooked before. I was really lucky!"

Kitahara Akira neither confirmed nor denied it, but turned around and searched through the crowd several times, but still couldn't find Kanatsuki's figure. Could he have already left...?

"The competition won't end for a while, I want to go out for a walk and get some fresh air."

Sengoku glanced at him: "Remember to come back before you receive the award."

"understood."

......

Kitahara Akira wandered around aimlessly with the intention of just looking, but still couldn't find the person.

Suddenly, he remembered the direction that Sengoku Kiyosumi had returned from.

"Let's go take a look over there..."

Turning left at the fork leading to the stadium and walking straight for another hundred meters, Kitahara Akira saw the stadium not far away.

A figure sat on the ground in a disheveled manner, his messy hair soaked with sweat and plastered on his face, looking as if his beliefs had been shattered.

"Watching the moon rise?"

Upon approaching the location and seeing the person's appearance clearly, Kitahara Akira was surprised, and at the same time, he thought of what Sengoku Kiyosumi had said.

Could it be that he was the one who did it?

Looking at the somewhat pitiful Kanatsuki, Kitahara Akira shook his head with some regret and prepared to turn back.

But I hesitated for two seconds.

"Even though someone stood up for me, I'm still not over it..."

Kitahara Akira strode towards the basketball court. "You're out of luck!"