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"Game, Miura Gakuin, Naoki Nishimura, 6-4!"

Naoki Nishimura wins and advances to the top 16 of the Tokyo division of the Autumn Rookie Tournament!

As the referee's voice faded on the field.

The victorious Naoki Nishimura jumped up excitedly, raising his racket and cheering towards the sidelines, while the defeated side hung their heads, their eyes filled with regret and resentment, and they held back their tears.

The thin net separated the two people's joy and sorrow.

With the conclusion of Group P's matches, the final spot in the round of 16 has been determined.

"Next, the real battle will begin in three days!" Muromachi Juji slammed his fist and palm together in front of his chest, his expression resolute, his eyes burning with intensity.

Tokyo, Kanagawa, Saitama, Chiba, Ibaraki, Gunma, Tochigi, and Yamanashi prefectures.

The top 16 players from each of the seven prefectures and one metropolis in the Kanto region will gather in Tokyo. There are no weak opponents on the field; they are all elites from their respective prefectures, making the competition even more intense.

Just thinking about that scene made Muromachi Juji's heart pound.

So he turned around and said, "We can't let our guard down yet!"

"Let's practice at the tennis club together tomorrow!"

Upon hearing this, Kita Kazuma sighed heavily in resignation: "I want to rest a bit more~"

The competition lasted for three days straight, and my mind was constantly on edge. Both my body and mind were pushed to their limits.

Kita Kazuma felt his hands and feet going weak.

Forget about practicing, I'll probably be lying in bed all day tomorrow.

However, upon glancing at Muromachi Shichi, who looked excited, Shichi immediately felt immense pressure.

Doesn't this guy ever get tired?

How come I never noticed he had so much energy before?

Kita Kazuma looked around and changed the subject: "By the way, hasn't Kitahara returned yet?"

"Yes, we're about to receive the award!"

Muromachi Juji was about to go out to look for someone when he turned around and saw Kitahara Akira returning, holding a tennis racket, his forehead, cheeks, and clothes covered in sweat.

"What's wrong with you...?"

Kitahara Akira smiled and said, "I just ran into an acquaintance and we played a match together."

Kita Kazuma was speechless. Good heavens, this guy is a god!

However, a look of shock appeared in Muromachi Juji's eyes.

In fact, ever since he lost to Kitahara Akira, he had been observing the other's every move, trying to find out why the other had become stronger.

During his special training at the tennis club, he finally got the answer.

The reason Kitahara Akira has become so strong is because he has devoted all his energy to tennis.

In addition to the club's regular daily practice sessions and the tasks assigned by his mentors to the rookie contestants, Kitahara Akira would also add other training programs.

Muromachi Juji considered himself to be training hard, but in front of Kitahara Akira, he was as relaxed as if he were on vacation.

After completing an already excessive amount of practice, the opponent even went to a street tennis court to find someone to play against in order to digest the training results of the day.

"That guy isn't just naturally strong!"

After realizing this.

Muromachi Juji also began to learn from Kitahara Akira, actively increasing his training volume, and only ending his day's practice when he was completely exhausted.

They even wear the weights in their daily lives, and don't take them off even during competitions.

I thought this would allow me to catch up with Kitahara Akira's pace, but I never expected...

Seeing Kitahara Akira covered in sweat after the match, Muromachi Juji clenched his fists in frustration: "Even in a rookie tournament, he still insists on doing extra training every day."

"Damn it, my purity is way too low!"

Muromachi Juji silently put on his sunglasses.

At the same time, he firmly believed in himself and secretly reminded himself that if he wanted to keep up with Kitahara Akira, he had to work even harder.

The loudspeakers around the stadium suddenly blared.

"The following contestants, whose names have been called, please proceed to the podium to receive your awards!"

"Hyotei Academy Hiyoshi Waka..."

"Yamabuki Middle School Akira Kitahara..."

"Seishun Gakuen Momoshiro Takeshi"

......

Sixteen people, including Kitahara Akira, stood in the very center of the front of the venue.

Kitahara Akira accepted the medal handed to him by the tournament organizing committee leader. It was neither gold nor silver, and the material was ordinary, but after all, it was only for the top sixteen in the qualifying rounds.

Getting a medal is already quite good.

After everyone put on their medals, they struck what they thought was their coolest pose, prompted by the photographer.

Momoshiro Takeshi had one arm around Kaidou Kaoru's shoulder, and the other hand was giving him a thumbs up, with a bright smile.

Kabaji Takahiro stood expressionless behind the crowd, his tall figure somewhat wooden. Hiyoshi Waka had one hand in his pocket and the other pointing to the sky, with a cool expression that said, "I'm so awesome."

Meanwhile, on Yamabuki's side, Muromachi Juji rested his chin on his hand, striking a pose like a thinker, Kita Kazuma crossed his arms, and Kitahara Akira simply made a peace sign.

Click!

The first round of the Autumn Rookie Tournament has concluded.

......

On the Hyotei side, Chotaro Ootori hung his head, his face full of apology, and said guiltily, "I'm sorry, Atobe! I lost the match and brought shame to Hyotei."

Looking at him, Atobe remained silent for a few seconds before speaking in a cold voice:

"Chōtarō, when you serve, push off the ground with your left foot, which is your center of gravity. Don't just rely on your wrist to generate speed; remember to use your lower body."

"It's because of the overuse of your wrist that you've put a heavy burden on it, which is why you've made so many mistakes in the later stages of the race."

"I don't want to repeat this mistake a second time."

"You've been disqualified from the regular school team. Takiginosuke will take your place. Go back and reflect on your actions, and wait for the next school team selection!"

"......that's all."

"Yes, thank you for your guidance, Minister!"

Upon hearing this, Ootori Chotaro felt relieved and kept the question that Atobe had just raised firmly in mind.

I plan to refine my powerful serve over the next few months, focusing on improving its consistency, before challenging Kitahara Akira again.

When Hiyoshi Waka and Kabaji Takahiro returned from receiving their awards.

The Hyotei team left the venue.

As they passed a sports field, Atobe stopped, a mocking smile playing on his lips: "Sengoku's got some serious guts!"

The group left the venue shortly afterward.

......

Beside the stadium, Guan Yuechu sat on a bench, staring blankly at the ground, as if she had suffered some major blow, and her whole being had lost its color.

He could only mutter intermittently.

"...This is impossible..."

"...Just a first-grader...that's all..."

"How could someone possibly possess such power?"

Half an hour ago.

Kanzuki's intelligence tennis suffered a heavy blow against Sengoku Kiyosumi, as most of the opponent's data had been overwritten, rendering all the intelligence he had gathered useless.

Sengoku even used the unique nature of the intelligence tennis to find and correct some errors that had not been perfected before.

This behavior is a complete humiliation to his tennis career!

But then, Kitahara Akira arrived. Naturally, he wouldn't let go of the opportunity for revenge. However, after winning five consecutive innings, things suddenly changed...

Just thinking about it filled Guan Yuechu's eyes with an overwhelming sense of fear: "That guy..."

"It's a monster!"