Chapter 13 Chapter 13 The first player matching battle was a victory!
Mamoru Inoue didn't understand that after being tortured by players for many days, the people of Rikkai had gradually become alienated and perverted, with their brains full of player shapes.
He could only accept it in silence and attribute it to the special qualities of the 'Kanto Overlord'.
During the conversation, the Rikkai University Affiliated High School's in-school ranking competition officially began.
The matches in the four groups A, B, C and D are all very eye-catching. As the editor of "Professional Tennis Monthly", Mamoru Inoue did not miss any of the four groups.
Particular emphasis is placed on the performance of the main players of the Rikkai University Tennis Club. Of course, other players are not ignored. After all, the members of the Rikkai University Tennis Club other than the main players are also very strong.
But as he watched, his attention involuntarily shifted to the other side.
Inoue Mamoru: "..."
Inoue Mamoru: "Coach, Yagi-san is..."
Coach: "Um, uh... fishing?"
Looking at the short figure with his back to him in the distance, Mamoru Inoue fell silent.
Fishing... It's understandable, after all, there's nothing to do during the byes, and it's normal for kids nowadays to have a little personality.
——But is it really okay to fish with a tennis racket?!
If you were to use a tennis racket, add fishing line and bait, it could barely be considered a fishing rod...
But the most crucial question is - he is fishing in a bucket?!?
Coach: "Eh...it's a bucket, but there's water in it, right?"
Coach: "It seems normal to catch fish in a place with water, right?"
Inoue Mamoru: "..."
There had never been a moment when he deeply suspected that the coach of Rikkai University was not normal.
The coach was getting more and more convinced, even turning the tables and saying, "Editor Inoue, this is normal at Rikkai University. There's no need to make a fuss. Come, watch the game. Let's continue watching the game..."
Inoue Mamoru had a headache, especially when he saw someone sitting there with a small bucket and then started fishing with a tennis racket. He turned away, feeling deeply offended.
His good professionalism prompted him to shift his focus back to the game.
"Group A and Group B are playing simultaneously on the first court. Group A is led by Sanada-san, and Group B is led by Yanagi-san. Both of them are from Rikkai..."
“—I’ve taken the bait! I’ve taken the bait!!”
"What is that? Wow! It's so big!"
Inoue Mamoru endured, "...on the second court over there, Kirihara-san from Group A and Yagyu-san from Group D are competing for the right to advance to the next round, with only two players from each group..."
“——Sardines!! There are sardines!”
“Here they come again – this time it’s a snapper!!”
Inoue Mamoru squeezed the camera tightly, veins popping out of his forehead as he tried to keep a straight face.
How could you possibly catch fish in a bucket, let alone saltwater and freshwater fish together... The teaching quality of Rikkai University students seems to be a bit far-fetched.
Mamoru Inoue turned around and was completely unprepared to be faced with a first-year student with arms raised like a human-sized, jumping sardine.
The sardines' eyes were still fixed on him.
Inoue Mamoru's brain slowly formed a knot.
This wasn't over yet. Shorty first grader swung his tennis racket again. Before he could react, he swung his arm violently, and the sound of the bucket breaking was loud—
With a "splash", a large mouth bass half a person's height jumped out of the bucket without any warning.
Even breathing.
He even used his tail to slap the first graders in the face frantically.
Inoue Mamoru: "..."
Is there something wrong with his brain?
Or is this world abnormal?
Maybe... he hasn't woken up yet?
When Inoue Mamoru was thinking about the meaning of the world and life, because there were too many NPCs around to interfere, Yagi Kei simply picked up a small bucket, pushed open the door of the nearest tennis court and sat inside.
The world is quiet.
Kuwabara and Niou, who are currently playing against each other on Course C: ...
Kuwahara: "Yagi...Oh, Yagi..."
Niou: "Well~ What an arrogant first-year student, Puri~"
They are focused and can continue playing.
As long as the player is focused, they can continue fishing.
As for the others...
"Come on—take this curve serve of mine... Oh! It's a golden carp!"
"Damn it! Don't be distracted by that guy! This is our showdown! How can you catch silver carp after I hit you with a volley at the net?"
Member A: “…”
Member B: “…”
Only players hide their achievements and fame.
After matching for 1h11min11s and fishing for 1h11min11s, Yagi Kei finally waited for his opponent for the next battle.
[First Grade·Kei Yagi] VS [Second Grade·Taro Miura]
Do you accept the challenge now?
·yes
·no
The player puts the bucket into his backpack and enters the court carrying his tennis racket.
Sanada and Yanagi, who had just finished their match, were standing outside the court watching the first-year juniors coming in through the door.
Others who had finished their games also rushed over from various stadiums.
Inoue Mamoru keenly noticed that the atmosphere had changed.
He couldn't help but be carried away by the atmosphere, and when he came to his senses, he was already standing outside Yagi Kei's court.
"That guy is about to start..."
"Yes, it's started..."
The voice was low, muffled and unclear.
Inoue Mamoru calmed down. This player who could inspire the entire club...
The third grade referee blew the whistle to signal the selection of sides.
Miura Taro: "Tasty."
Yagi Kei: "Anti."
The spinning tennis racket fell down, and it was Miura who served.
"-Ah, sorry, sorry! I'm late, and it's a bit slow to finish. Have you started yet?!"
In the silence, Kirihara Akaya's voice suddenly broke in, and the atmosphere changed.
After taking in the situation on the field, he breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank goodness I made it in time—I was really worried I'd missed Kei's first official match!"
"Haha, Akagi, it doesn't matter if you're a little late, there's no need to worry~"
"Yeah, yeah, it would be great if Miura could get as many points as possible today~"
"Hahaha……"
Amidst the sounds of laughter and conversation that gradually rose, only Mamoru Inoue grasped something deeper.
'Don't worry at all' and 'Try to get as many points as possible'...
From the very beginning, it was concluded that Miura, a second-year student, was doomed to lose.
He glanced at Kirihara who squeezed in with a smile. Even though he was smiling, the genuine concentration and concern in his eyes as he looked at the court could not be erased.
Inoue's gaze fell on the court again, looking at the person holding the racket with lifeless eyes as if in a daze.
The first-year junior who caused the second-year ace to be alert, Yagi Kei...
"shake hands--!"
"—The game begins! Miura serves!"
A very crisp toss and a neat serve, the ball speed is close to 130, which is very good for a middle school student.
The black figure flashed silently, landed, swung the racket, and hit back.
"--Bang!"
“0:15!”
Inoue Mamoru was stunned.
He only saw the afterimage of Yagi Kei, which was very fast, even too fast.
Almost at the moment the ball hit the other side of the net, Yagi Kei had already judged the fixed-point movement.
The racket swung, and the tennis ball was hit back without any hindrance, almost lightly, as if it was done effortlessly.
If you don't look at the tennis ball that is still spinning wildly after it brushes the baseline, bounces back, and embeds itself into the wire mesh, you might even think that this ball has no power at all.
Unparalleled... There is no flaw in the landing point determination and counterattack, it is as natural as flowing water.
“0:30!”
“0:40!”
"Game, 0-1, Yagi is in the lead!"
Miura didn't score a single point in his serve game, so it was Yagi's turn to serve. The black-haired guy wearing a trash can hat took out a tennis ball from his pocket and bounced it twice.
With everyone focused on him, he jumped with his knees bent, swung his racket, and struck—"Bang!"
The yellow ball tore through the air, drew a strange arc, and landed abruptly at the feet before bouncing back in an unpredictable direction!
“15:0!”
Bat after bat, ball after ball, second-year student Miura was forced to run and move a lot, constantly chasing the yellow ball back and forth, left and right, running around exhausted.
On the other hand, Kei Yagi on the opposite side has almost zero movement area.
"Game, 0-3!"
"Game, 0-4!"
"Game, 0-5!"
Inoue Mamoru had raised his camera at some point and was pointing it at the black-haired first-year student on the other side of the net, who was taking out a tennis ball from his pocket and serving it with his eyes downcast.
No...it should be Kei Yagi.
Bend your knees and jump, swing the racket, and hit the ball——
From the beginning to the end, the angles and movements did not deviate at all, as precise as a machine.
The yellow ball roared and pulled out a fierce arc, penetrating the air above the net and heading straight for the feet. Miura, who was sweating profusely, tried his best to catch up.
He used both hands to intercept the rebounding ball!
"Even one point!" "Just one point! Please, just intercept this one ball!"
I kept praying, hoping, and even begging in my heart, using all my strength——
Seeing that the ball was about to be intercepted, a glimmer of hope appeared in Miura's eyes.
“——Bang! Bang!”
Everyone watched as the second grader knelt on the ground in a panic, his hands shaking as he tried to hold himself up, with the bat that had been hit flying and rolling behind him.
"G...Game 0-6!"
"—Yagi Kei wins!"
"Ohhh!! Good fight, Yagi!"
"Play normally, play normally—"
"Haha, it's coming on strong from the start!"
The other members were making a fuss, but Mamoru Inoue fell into an unspeakable silence. His keen vision and sense of smell allowed him to see more.
For example, second-year player Miura was sweating profusely and almost collapsed to the ground due to exhaustion, while on the other side of the net, first-year player Kei Yagi had only done a warm-up.
The victory in one round did not bring him any joy or other emotions. His eyes were still lifeless and he was even distracted and dazed.
"Ah, ah—Miura! Try to stand up for yourself! Don't cry, don't cry!"
"Even though you didn't score a single point, everyone will still laugh at you. Hurry up and don't lose your senior status!"
Lying on the ground, gasping for breath, Miura Taro helplessly glared at his teammates who were watching the excitement outside the court and cursed, "Go to hell! Wait until you're lucky enough to face this guy and you'll know..."
Convinced, Miura got up from the ground, wiped his hands, walked to the net and shook hands with the first-year student he was playing against.
Yagi Kei: He pushed the door open and left without looking back.
Miura: “…Alas.”
Others: "Forget it, Miura! Don't you know what kind of personality Yagi has? Come out quickly and don't let him remember you! Otherwise, you will have a hard time during training later!"
Marui: "I'm out, Kei! How are you? Are you tired? Do you want some cake? I've prepared a lot of Marui brand special cakes for today!"
Kuwabara: "Well done, Yagi. Now we can wait for our next opponent with peace of mind..."
Yanagi: "The data has been recorded, Yagi. The training plan after the ranking tournament will help you readjust."
Nioh: "Puri~ What's wrong, little one? Aren't you happy about winning? Huh?"
Kei Yagi took a detour around the NPCs' blockade, checking the progress of the mission while touching his backpack.
I just finished one match, and I have to match at least four more games to become the first in the school ranking competition.
The player calculated that this time he only consumed 40 bodies to play the entire game. Previously, it took 10 bodies to play one round, not to mention the entire game.
The NPC's health bar is still 100, but the player's attack value has increased.
The players quickly figured out the reason.
So this is the benefit of improving your tennis level!
That's great, for hiding achievements!
Players can do ten more!
"If this is finished, the second round will be arranged... Let me see..."
"……ah,"
"What's wrong? What happened?"
"Hmm... I actually met them so soon. The two of them..."
The whispers of the members gathered in front of the battle table attracted a lot of attention.
Of course, what attracts players' attention more at this moment is what is in front of them.
[Countdown 3, 2, 1...matching ends]
[First Grade·Kei Yagi] VS [Second Grade·Akaya Kirihara]
Do you accept the challenge now?
·yes
·no
Oh? A good impression machine?
This time it’s the Kelp Head NPC, a familiar face to the players.
"Although I had anticipated this, I didn't expect Akaya to actually face off against Yagi..."
"Apart from the time they joined the club, this is the first time they've officially fought, right?"
"I haven't even had time to catch my breath and I'm already facing the main team... Yagi is in trouble..."
Everyone waiting turned their attention to the two protagonists.
Kirihara Akaya was stunned and scratched his head, muttering, "There's nothing we can do, Kei. I thought it could be done later."
Although he was muttering, anyone could see the belligerence and impatience in his eyes.
He had been waiting, waiting for the opportunity to officially engage in battle.
"Aka..."
Marui frowned and wanted to say something, but Jack Kuwabara stopped him and gestured to look the other way.
“…”
"OK."
There was silence all around, and dozens of eyes stopped on him and between them.
The crowd at Moses Parting the Sea automatically made way for the player to walk through and get to the NPC of the Kelp Head.
Inoue Mamoru raised his camera for some unknown reason.
In the narrow frame, the black-haired first-year student, looking past the regulars and seniors, calmly finished the biscuit in his hand, licking the last crumbs with his canine teeth.
The eyes that were as empty as black holes finally moved, giving out a cold gaze.
His voice was low, and when he came out with his free hand, he had already picked up the tennis racket. He turned around calmly and pushed open the door to the tennis court.
"Then let's get started."
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