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Compared to the audience.

At this moment on the court.

Fuji Shusuke's serve has ended.

It's a pity.

In his serve, he not only didn't get any advantage.

Instead, he felt like he had run out of tricks.

Of course.

This doesn't mean he's not strong enough.

On the contrary, Yukimura Seiichi is too strong!

Once upon a time.

People always thought that the son of God in the sunset created the undefeated legend by depriving the five senses.

But in fact.

In terms of single-round tennis level, Yukimura Seiichi is definitely one of the best in Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School.

However, this refers to the time when Kitagawa didn't come to Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School.

"Your serve is over."

With a gentle smile, Yukimura Seiichi whispered to Fuji Shusuke.

Then.

He tilted his head and looked at the Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School team.

With his eyes flickering, he asked Kitagawa helplessly.

"Bullmaster~"

"Is it okay now?"

After the voice fell.

Fuji Shusuke couldn't help but tighten the racket in his hand.

His chest was filled with reluctance and determination.

But the next moment.

This emotion was shrouded in gloom.

He really wanted to change, wanted to grow up, and wanted to keep up with Tezuka Kunimitsu.

But.

When he really stood on the court, he realized that he was still far away from Tezuka Kunimitsu.

At the same time, his growth could even be said to be insignificant.

"It's okay, Yukimura-senpai."

Nodding, Kitagawa replied softly.

[Although he has not yet become the real Fengshen Fuji. ]

[But he has taken the first step, and the future is promising! ]

The unyielding Fuji Shusuke was reflected in his pupils, and Kitagawa flashed a hint of expectation.

Not only the expectation for the other party's growth in the future.

It is also the expectation to see the other party in the future world tennis.

This expectation is not limited to Fuji Shusuke, but also includes Tezuka Kunimitsu, Atobe Keigo and others.

"If this happens--"

"Abei is going to fight that dwarf soon?!"

Kirihara Akaya, who was a little slow, suddenly opened his eyes wide.

"Kirihara, you are wrong."

"It's not the dwarf, that's very rude."

"It should be White Moonlight No. 1."

Niou Masaharu directly put his arm around Kirihara Akaya's shoulders and corrected him with a smile.

Hearing this.

"White Moonlight No. 1 is Echizen Ryoma, White Moonlight No. 2 is Atobe Keigo, White Moonlight No. 3 is Akutsu Jin, White Moonlight No. 4 is Tezuka Kunimitsu..."

Kirihara Akaya directly broke his fingers and muttered.

"Really remember to eat but not to fight..."

Marui Bunta blew a big bubble, looked at the two people with a look of stupidity, and sighed helplessly.

At this time,

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The sound of a tennis ball hitting a tennis ball gradually rang out.

A strange rhythm gradually emerged around Yukimura Seiichi.

With a blank expression on his face, he caught the bouncing tennis ball with one hand.

Then he suddenly threw it into the air.

"Fuji-kun, let's stop here."

In his bright eyes, Fuji Shusuke on the opposite side was reflected, and he swung the racket in his hand neatly.

Swish!

"Izanami!"

Bang!

Under the foot brake.

The racket face hit the tennis ball directly.

Instantly.

Waves of invisible ripples spread in circles in all directions.

Immediately.

A strong shock wave followed.

Whoosh!

This ball was very fast!

It was far faster than any previous ball.

So much so that the shadow of the tennis ball could hardly be seen.

"Whether it is over or not is not up to you, Yukimura!"

Fuji Shusuke let out a long breath of foul air, and then he refuted unyieldingly.

Without any hesitation, he rushed out quickly.

The muscles of the arm holding the racket were tense and bulging.

Blue veins were coiled between them.

A strong force broke out at the moment when the racket face and the tennis ball came into contact.

Bang!

The next moment.

A violent collision sounded.

And after that.

Fuji Shusuke kept this posture motionless.

His eyes also lost focus in an instant.

And in his perspective.

This ball scored.

But he started to serve again.

Just like at the beginning.

Every expression, word, and action of everyone present was exactly the same as before.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

I don't know how long it has been.

It seemed as if only a moment had passed.

Fuji Shusuke was sweating and panting. His chest was pounding.It rose and fell violently and rapidly.

At the same time.

The whole world gradually became dim.

The only thing that remained unchanged was the repetitive and endless cycle.

And the opponent who could never be defeated.

It was like facing a real god.

In reality.

Yukimura Seiichi served one after another.

Each ball was an ordinary serve.

But even so.

Fuji Shusuke seemed to be frozen, and did not respond at all.

Not long after.

Yukimura Seiichi easily won his serve.

Da!

The next moment.

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

He looked at Fuji Shusuke on the opposite side with interest.

He saw that the other party suddenly seemed to breathe in the air and took a breath.

Then his chest rose and fell rapidly.

Looking at Yukimura Seiichi on the opposite side, his eyes were full of fear.

"I can't beat him...I can't beat him..."

"He's just like a devil..."

Fuji Shusuke held his head with both hands, his pupils dilated, and he knelt on the ground weakly, muttering to himself.

"In the singles match 2, our Seigakuen team admits defeat!"

The next second.

A voice suddenly sounded.

On the Seigakuen team side, Tezuka Kunimitsu raised his arm with a serious look.

Then he ran quickly towards the court.

"It seems that we can call it a day~"

With a chuckle, Yukimura Seiichi looked at the referee who was still in a daze on the podium.

"Uh..."

"Ding ding ding!"

"Kanto Tournament Finals, third game, singles match 2, Seigakuen team gave up and admitted defeat."

"Yukimura Seiichi of the former Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School team won!"

The referee, who came to his senses, touched the back of his head angrily.

Then the whistle was blown and the result was announced loudly.

"Tezuka..."

"I'm sorry!"

Fuji Shusuke, who finally regained some consciousness, lowered his head and said softly with a hint of tears.

"It's okay."

"Failure is the mother of success."

Tezuka Kunimitsu, who reached out his hand to Fuji Shusuke, said in a slightly softer tone.

"But--"

"This can't change the fact that I'm holding everyone back!"

With tears flashing in his eyes, Fuji Shusuke looked up at Tezuka Kunimitsu and smiled bitterly with a sense of brokenness.

"The pain of growth is something everyone has to go through."

"We are a team, and there has never been a saying that anyone is holding back."

Slowly squatting down, he helped Fuji Shusuke up.

Tezuka Kunimitsu answered in a sonorous and powerful voice.