Chapter 70: The Wager

The so-called Brown Bear Drop is to judge the landing spot of a Smash in advance and move to the side and rear of that spot.

Use the centrifugal force of the body to control the tennis racket, causing the racket to discharge all the impact force from the Smash, then return the tennis ball to the backcourt, catching the opponent off guard.

Because the opponent is currently in the front court.

And Oshitari completed every step perfectly, without a single error.

Yet at the very end, Takahashi moved to the backcourt with the speed of Thunder and caught the tennis ball.

It is easy to say, but doing it is as difficult as ascending to heaven!

Is that a speed a human should have?

It is too heaven-defying!

It is not just the speed; Takahashi was able to successfully catch the tennis ball at the baseline.

He must have also seen through the trajectory of the tennis ball.

This keenness of eye and power of calculation also shocked Atobe.

Such formidable strength, even placed in Hyotei, is second to none.

……

"15-0!"

Seeing Atobe, who was acting as the referee, staring fixedly at him without calling the score, Takahashi raised an eyebrow, looked at Atobe, and called out the score.

Atobe suddenly snapped out of his thoughts and said, "Point to Takahashi!"

Actually, among these few people, if one were to ask who was the most shocked, it would have to be Oshitari Yuushi.

As the person who hit the Brown Bear Drop, he knew all too well how powerful this move was.

Ever since Oshitari learned this move, he had never missed when facing a Smash.

It is precisely because of this that he was able to firmly establish himself in the 200-plus member Tennis Club of Hyotei and become the genius of Hyotei.

This is the first time!

It failed!

Oshitari was starting to doubt his life.

Is this really the strength of the Street Tennis Court he looked down upon?

It is actually this formidable!

Just by looking once, he cracked the Brown Bear Drop he was so proud of.

……

"Bang!"

……

"Bang!"

"30-0!"

"Point to Takahashi!"

Refusing to believe it, Oshitari once again had Mukahi hit a lob, baiting Takahashi into a Smash.

However, the result was still the same.

Takahashi moved his figure rapidly and successfully returned the Brown Bear Drop at the backcourt baseline.

And Mukahi failed to catch Takahashi's return.

Another point lost!

……

"Bang!"

……

"3-0!"

"Point to Takahashi!"

The score was one-sided; Oshitari and Mukahi, two against one, had actually lost all three games without scoring a single point.

Moreover, both of their signature moves were completely countered by Takahashi.

Now, not only Mukahi, but even Oshitari's emotions began to grow agitated.

But the more agitated they became, the more small mistakes they made.

……

"Bang!"

……

"4-0!"

……

"6-0!"

"Takahashi wins!"

……

Unexpectedly, Takahashi took on two opponents, not only winning but actually shutting them out.

Oshitari and Mukahi walked off the Court dejectedly.

Mukahi was panting heavily, and drops of sweat were falling from his body continuously.

"Compared to tennis, I think a high jump competition might be more suitable for you and allow you to better display your strength."

A slightly mocking voice sounded from behind Mukahi.

It was none other than Takahashi.

"You... this guy..."

Mukahi said while gasping for breath.

Oshitari looked at Takahashi and was surprised to discover.

Takahashi was actually not red-faced or out of breath, not looking like someone who had just played a match at all, his stamina still extremely abundant.

To take on two people alone and still be this relaxed.

What a terrifying opponent!

Oshitari and Mukahi walked in front of Atobe and said, "Sorry, Captain! We lost!"

Atobe brushed a strand of hair from his forehead and said domineeringly, "It still requires me to take action to achieve the final victory."

"Hey, hey, are you really planning a gauntlet match?"

"I just finished one match, you have to let me rest for a bit."

"Taking on two people alone is very tiring!"

Takahashi stood to the side, picked up a bottle of drink, and said.

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of Oshitari and Mukahi both changed.

The target of this sentence was far too obvious.

Taking on two people alone, logically speaking, the one-person side should be the exhausted one.

However, the rhythm of the previous match was entirely in Takahashi's hands.

Although they were two people, it was also the two of them who ran all over the court.

Mukahi kept jumping, and Oshitari kept running back and forth in the backcourt.

Both of them were panting heavily.

Looking at Takahashi, he could reach the ball with a stretch of his hand.

His legs never moved a single step.

After the match, Takahashi's breathing was calm, without even a hint of rapid breathing, and he hadn't even broken a sweat.

He was completely refreshed!

With that, he still had the nerve to say he was tired and needed to rest.

This was too ironic!

Where were Oshitari and Mukahi supposed to put their faces!

Hearing this, Atobe was also stunned.

He looked at Takahashi's unchanged expression and relaxed demeanor.

Then he looked back at Mukahi and Oshitari, both of whom were red-faced and drenched in sweat.

He truly couldn't associate the word "exhausted" with Takahashi.

However, Takahashi was indeed taking on two people alone.

This was an indisputable fact.

According to common sense, he should indeed be allowed to rest.

Thinking of this, Atobe said, "Then I will let you rest for 10 minutes."

"You say ten minutes and it's ten minutes?"

"Even a donkey on a production team would shed tears hearing that."

Takahashi said while screwing the cap back onto his drink bottle.

"Hmm? Then how long do you say you need to rest?"

Atobe said, somewhat dissatisfied.

"At least half an hour to start!"

Takahashi replied indifferently.

"What?"

Atobe said in disbelief, his expression turning gloomy.

He could already be completely certain that Takahashi was playing him.

With Takahashi's current state of not being red-faced or out of breath, he didn't need to rest for even a minute.

He had kindly given him 10 minutes to rest, but he wanted 30 minutes.

This was clearly stalling, not wanting to play a match against him, Atobe.

Atobe was very angry; he ran to this Street Tennis Court every day after school just to intercept Takahashi and make him play a match against him.

He came day after day, rain or shine, and had finally managed to intercept Takahashi.

Takahashi was willing to play against Oshitari and Mukahi first, but started stalling when it was his turn.

Where was he supposed to put his face as the King of Hyotei!

Seeing that Atobe's eyes were about to spit Fire, Takahashi smiled slightly and said, "Just a joke! Don't be so serious!"

"It's just that playing a match for nothing is really meaningless."

"How about we add a wager!"

Hearing Takahashi's words, Atobe's expression gradually improved.

"Meaningless?"

"We are competing for the title of the strongest at this Street Tennis Court. Is this still meaningless?"

Atobe's voice gradually rose.

"That kind of title, it really doesn't matter!"

Takahashi was speechless.

Then, he continued: "How about this!"

"If either side loses this match, the next time they meet their opponent in any competition, the losing side must voluntarily forfeit."

"That would be interesting!"

Upon hearing this, Atobe agreed immediately.

"Fine!"

Oshitari Yuushi, who was always known as an old fox, intuitively felt that something was wrong with this.

However, Atobe had agreed too quickly, and he didn't even have time to stop Atobe from agreeing.

He thought about the whole matter carefully and felt there wouldn't be any major consequences.

What could happen at a small Street Tennis Court?

He guessed that given Takahashi's personality, he just wanted to take the opportunity to show off in front of other Street Tennis Courts.

It wouldn't stir up any big waves.

Moreover, with Atobe's strength, dealing with a Takahashi should be easy.

As long as he wins, this bet won't have any impact at all!