"Hyotei~Hyotei~Atobe~Atobe~......."

Outside the quarterfinals,

Accompanied by the passionate cheers of the Hyotei cheerleaders,

"The winner is Hyotei! The winner is Hyotei~"

"The loser is Qingxue, the loser is Qingxue~"

"Wow, here it comes~ It's indeed the familiar cheering sound, hehe~"

Kikumaru Eiji pointed at the Hyotei cheerleading team outside the stadium with a smile and poked Oishi, signaling him to look over there.

"Yeah, Eiji, you're still like Hyotei~"

Oishi Shuichiro smiled.

"Oh my god, the nightmare of the Kanto Tournament is coming again?"

Horio covered his ears with his hands, and his eyebrows turned into pimples.

A voice came from above my head, "Oh, I found it~"

Everyone in Qingxue looked up.

Standing at the corner of the stairs to the highest stand is the person in the hexagon!

"The Qingxue temporary cheerleading team is here—"

It's Kentaro Aoi from Rokkaku.

Saeki behind him waved to Fuji, "Yo(＾Ｕ＾)ノ~ We are here to return the favor~"

Fuji smiled and said, "It's a reassuring sound of encouragement~"

Echizen Ryoma couldn't help but smile as well.

"Um?"

He looked toward the entrance to the stadium.

A young man with silver-purple hair, wearing a coat, walked in.

Following closely behind him one step away were Atobe Kagemitsu and Oshinobu Yuushi.

The other regular players gathered around him, two or three steps away.

The breeze blew his hair, and Atobe Keigo stared at Tezuka Kunimitsu with a determined smile on his face.

He raised his right hand high and snapped his fingers towards the sky!

“Pah—”

"Come on stage, the show is about to begin——"

“Ahhh—”

"Hyotei~Hyotei~Atobe~Atobe~......."

"Now starting is the national competition, the top four to two match, between Hyotei Academy and Seishun Academy."

Young Master Atobe was in a very good mood when he looked at Kunimitsu Tezuka.

On the other hand, Genichirō Sanada was in a very bad mood!

He looked at the Shitenbo Temple across the street, his expression becoming darker! !

Why?

They are not facing Qingxue, but Shitenhoji!

These slack guys!

"Mandy, ah~ You're so manly~ I like you so much~"

"What, damn, you want to cheat on me, Xiaochun!!"

Looking at the giggling Shitenhoji across the street, the sweet and frivolous man with glasses, and the man with the headscarf glaring at him,

"Who told you not to be as strong as Sanada~ Oh, I can't stand it~"

Genichirō Sanada's face was so dark that it looked as if ink could drip out of it.

"......"

Puff——

Sanada knew without turning his head that the one laughing was definitely Niou Masaharu!

He clenched his fists and said in frustration, "It's really... too lax!!"

It’s fine if Seigaku can’t match Tezuka or Echizen, but Hyotei and Atobe will also be fine!

Why am I here to endure this?

What the hell is this Shitenhoji Temple? ! ! !

Sanada is crazy!

Yukimura Seiichi blinked, looking innocent.

Let's turn our attention back to the Hyotei competition field.

"The current Seigaku is no longer the opponent you faced during the Kanto Tournament."

Taro Sakaki, who was sitting in the supervisor's seat, had a serious look on his face. "Their abilities are similar, but I will win in the end..."