Chapter 145: Challenge from the Normie Group, Tennis is a Killing Technique
Twenty minutes later.
"Eh... why do we have to change into sportswear too?"
The sunshine in June was exceptionally hot, making Yui feel a bit unbearable.
Yukino, who also changed into sportswear, spoke calmly.
"Totsuka-san commissioned our entire club, so all of us must take it seriously."
"Is that so..."
Seeing Yui looking like she wanted to say something but stopped, her expression somewhat dim, Yukino didn't hide anything and went straight to the point.
"Yuigahama-san, you should have more confidence in your own abilities."
"Blindly catering to others is not a way to solve problems."
Yui froze upon hearing this, squeezed out a smile reluctantly, and shook her head.
"I... didn't cater to others."
Yukino nodded noncommittally.
"Since you say so, then forget it."
Yukino never disguised herself.
Opposite to her, Yui always hid her true thoughts.
With Yukino's eyesight, she could naturally detect this.
However...
Just as she told Hiratsuka Shizuka when she first wanted to establish a club.
Yukino would only lend a helping hand to those seeking help and wanting to get out of trouble.
She didn't know what Yui was entangled and confused about, but since the opponent didn't say it actively, then forget it.
At this time, Totsuka Saika and Yoru finally arrived at the tennis court.
Unexpectedly for Yukino and others, Yoru was still wearing his usual uniform and hadn't changed into sportswear.
"Yoru-san."
Yukino, who just said they should take the commission seriously, saw Yoru dressed like this, waving the tennis racket casually as if playing around, couldn't help frowning.
"Can you please be a bit more serious? Maybe it looks boring to you, but this is a very important matter for the client."
Yoru waved the tennis racket in his hand casually, causing a sound of breaking air, and replied with a smile.
"I am already very serious."
"Hmph."
Yukino snorted lightly and didn't continue to dwell on this topic. Instead, she looked at Totsuka Saika, took out her phone, and handed it over.
"Totsuka-san, this is the special training plan I made for you to improve your physical fitness."
Totsuka Saika took the phone and glanced at it, then looked up at Yukino, slightly surprised.
"Yu... Yukinoshita-san, such a professional and rigorous training plan... did you just come up with it?"
"Mmhmm."
Yukino had a calm expression without fluctuation, as if this wasn't a big deal at all.
"I practiced Aikido before and have some understanding of the theory of sports and competitions."
After saying this, Yukino couldn't help but cast her gaze on Yoru. Although she wanted to make her tone sound as calm as possible, when she spoke, she inevitably carried a bit of provocation.
"So, Yoru-san, what kind of help do you plan to provide for Totsuka-san?"
From a certain perspective, Yukino was actually very similar to her sister Haruno.
Usually, it might not be visible, even making people feel the difference in their personalities was so great that they didn't look like sisters at all.
But when it came to competitiveness, Yukino and Haruno were surprisingly consistent.
Seemingly not that competitive, but actually depends on the person.
Obviously.
Yoru had become a target Yukino wanted to defeat in her heart, weighing even more than her sister Haruno.
"My help?"
Yoru carried the tennis racket on his shoulder with one hand, speaking with a chuckle.
"What I am going to provide for Totsuka-san is unique, only I can do it, a huge test on psychology and soul for a tennis player, which can be called a cruel trial for the soul!"
"What are you saying..."
Before Yukino could finish complaining, she saw Totsuka Saika's eyes shining with excitement, nodding repeatedly.
"Yoru-san, is there really such a trial? Please teach me!"
Yukino: "...."
So the rigorous training plan I spent a lot of effort to come up with is not even comparable to Yoru's Chunibyo declaration just now in Totsuka-san's eyes?
Even the indifferent Yukino couldn't help feeling frustrated at this moment.
"Yukinoshita-san, this is what you don't understand."
Yoru spoke slowly with an earnest look.
"Even professional athletes can at most display 40% of their level in usual training during competitions."
"And for high school club members like Totsuka-san who haven't undergone professional training, the strength they can display in competitions doesn't even reach 20% of usual times."
"Do you know why?"
Yukino said she had studied some things about professional sports competitions before, obviously not lying.
Hearing Yoru's question, she replied immediately.
"It is psychological factors interfering, affecting the athletes' performance, right?"
"Correct, exactly so."
Yoru nodded, then continued.
"However, psychological tension sometimes is not just a negative influence; it may also allow athletes to perform at a higher level in competitions. We generally call this state Zone."
Hearing this term, Yukino frowned, puzzled.
"Zone...? Why have I never heard of it?"
Yoru revealed a smile.
"Right not to have heard, because I just made it up."
Yukino looked speechless.
"Can you be serious?"
"I am very serious."
While speaking, Yoru walked to the other end of the tennis court.
"Come, Totsuka-san, accept the harshest soul trial in your life!"
Totsuka Saika looked nervous, tightened his grip on the tennis racket a bit, nodded, and said seriously.
"Okay, Yoru-san! I will do my best!"
Yukino sighed helplessly.
Why did the atmosphere suddenly become passionate inexplicably?
However...
Yukino looked at Yoru standing at the other end of the tennis court, thinking with the physical fitness shown by the opponent in the sports festival capable of breaking three Sobu High school records, even if not proficient in tennis skills, defeating the slender and weak Totsuka Saika shouldn't be a problem.
After all, Totsuka Saika was just a high school tennis club member, not a professional athlete.
The skill difference between the two probably couldn't bridge the huge disadvantage in physical fitness.
Moreover...
Based on the interaction during this period, Yukino highly doubted.
Is the "know a little" in Yoru's mouth the same meaning as the "know a little" I understand?
"Ready? Totsuka-san."
Yoru took a tennis ball from the basket beside the court, bounced it twice on the ground with his left hand, movements appearing extremely skillful.
"Ready, Yoru-sa..."
Before Totsuka Saika finished, the frivolous smiling look on Yoru's face disappeared instantly.
Replaced by indifferent eyes without mercy.
"Totsuka-san, the preparation I mentioned is, are you prepared to bet your life for this match?"
Yukino, Yui, and Amano Hina aside were stunned seeing Yoru say this so seriously.
No...
Just playing tennis; is it really necessary!?
What the hell is betting life!?
Are you hitting tennis balls or cannonballs!?
Yukino still thought Yoru was being crazy.
Amano Hina and Yui had witnessed the process of him fighting evil spirits with their own eyes.
If Yoru really used his full strength, the ball speed hit...
Feeling not much different from cannonballs, right!?
Just then, several people also wearing uniforms suddenly walked into the court.
"Hey, can we play here too?"
Hearing this familiar line, Yoru stopped bouncing the tennis ball, holding it in his left hand.
Yukino and others turned around. The leader of that group was a very sunny and handsome boy, and a beautiful girl with light blonde fluffy wavy curls giving people a somewhat arrogant aura.
Totsuka Saika pursed his lips, with a bit of cautious timidity, whispered.
"Th... that... I applied for this court..."
"Eh?"
The girl with light blonde fluffy wavy curls walked over slowly, her tone sounding a bit sarcastic.
"Since the door is open, we can play too. Or do you mean only you are allowed to play, and we aren't?"
"Yumiko, don't say that."
The handsome boy stepped forward, maintaining a proper smile.
"Playing together will be happier, right?"
Just as Totsuka Saika wanted to say something, Yoru's voice with a lazy tone came.
"You guys..."
He climbed over the net directly, walked slowly to the boy, smiled, and said.
"Where did you little punks come from? Scram quickly."
Yui, Amano Hina, and Totsuka Saika were dumbfounded.
No, are you always this aggressive when speaking?
Yukino didn't feel surprised at all.
She could foresee Yoru giving such a reaction.
After all, the opponent was someone who could even choke her (verbally).
"This..."
Facing Yoru's aggressive words, the boy's face stiffened obviously, smiling awkwardly.
"My name is Hayama Hayato. Yoru-san, you may not know me, I am..."
"What are you?"
Before Hayama Hayato finished, Yoru interrupted with a smile.
"Are you first in the grade? Oh no, first in the grade is me."
"Are you the record holder of three school sports events? Oh no, that's also me."
"Are you the person who applied to the school for using this court today? Oh no, that's Totsuka-san."
These three self-questions and self-answers directly left Hayama Hayato speechless.
Looking at the opponent's frozen expression, Yoru waved his hand casually, as if driving away flies.
"Crawl, crawl, crawl (Scram), scram quickly for me."
Seeing Hayama Hayato speechless being retorted, Miura Yumiko took two steps forward.
She first glanced at Yoru with a slightly complex look, then snorted lightly.
"Could it be Yoru-san means you are amazing in every aspect, so you can openly enjoy privileges?"
Facing Miura Yumiko's words with hidden sarcasm, Yoru's answer was very straightforward.
"Otherwise?"
"Ah?"
Looking at the unexpected faces of Miura Yumiko and Hayama Hayato, as well as those friends following them, Yoru showed eyes like looking at fools, even with a bit of pity in his eyes.
"People more excellent than ordinary people should enjoy more outstanding treatment."
"Do you think everyone, regardless of talent and individual differences, can get exactly the same fair treatment?"
"Wake up; do you think you are playing house?"
At this moment, Hayama Hayato and Miura Yumiko finally understood.
What is called Dimensionality Reduction Strike.
This is Dimensionality Reduction Strike.
One was the ace of the Soccer Club, handsome.
The other was the core leader of girls in the class, a beautiful girl with outstanding appearance.
These two were undoubtedly normies (Riast) in Sobu High.
But...
First in the grade, a sports genius who broke three school records just participating in the sports festival for the first time.
Sobu High's biggest dark force, the Super-Quant Club captain openly occupying the clubroom with the best location and largest area.
Slapping others in the corridor if disagreeing, said to often molest the homeroom teacher in the office, Yoru with no moral bottom line and unpredictable behavior style.
In front of him, normies were crushed easily like this.
Miura Yumiko's eyes were full of inexplicable hostility towards Yoru, which puzzled him a bit.
Not in the same class.
Besides, Miura Yumiko isn't a boy; impossible to have some melodramatic plot like liking the girl who likes me.
This hatred is inexplicable.
Noticing Miura Yumiko's gaze, Yui leaned close to Yoru and whispered.
"Um... Miura-san wrote you a letter, the content was wanting to know you..."
"Oh, so that's it."
Yoru nodded noncommittally first, then looked at Yui with a half-smile.
"How do you know the content of the letter she wrote?"
"Ah... I..."
Yui froze, stammering, unable to speak.
Actually, every time before receiving letters from those girls and passing them to Yoru, she would secretly open them to take a look at the content inside.
"I... I... I looked for Rio and Miko!"
Looking at Yui blushing with panic, Yoru nodded and gave a pertinent evaluation.
"You are still good at shifting the blame."
Seeing Yoru chatting with Yui on his own, completely ignoring her meaning, Miura Yumiko's last trace of self-esteem was also trampled.
She picked up a tennis racket from the side and said angrily.
"Then let's have a match. Whoever wins has the right to use this court!"
"Is your brain broken?"
Yoru glanced at Miura Yumiko and shook his head.
"Didn't I explain clearly to you? From any angle, the usage right of this court should belong to us. What do you use to bet? Wolf in sheep's clothing (Empty glove white wolf - getting something for nothing)? Joking? Go to a mental hospital for a checkup."
Miura Yumiko was speechless being retorted.
At this time, Yoru looked at the bewildered Totsuka Saika beside him, then looked at Hayama Hayato and Miura Yumiko, revealing a meaningful smile.
"However, I'll make an exception today and show mercy, rewarding you with a qualification to challenge me."
After saying this, Yoru walked to the other end of the tennis court.
"Start, Totsuka-san, you be the referee; by the way, you can learn well."
"Mmhmm mmhmm, okay, Yoru-san."
Seeing Yoru suddenly agree to the match again, although Miura Yumiko didn't understand why, she couldn't help revealing a smile.
She was selected to participate in the prefectural tournament in junior high school.
In tennis, Miura Yumiko didn't think she would lose to anyone.
"Hey, that who."
Yoru stood at the other end of the court, pointing at Hayama Hayato with the tennis racket in his hand.
"You join too."
"Eh?"
Hayama Hayato frowned.
"Yoru-san, do you plan to play against the two of us alone? Isn't this a bit too..."
"Who said I am alone?"
Yoru looked at Yukino, Yui, and Amano Hina on the sidelines, finally resting his gaze on Yui.
"Yui, come."
Yui looked surprised, hesitating.
"Eh? Me?"
"Of course."
Yoru looked at Yui and smiled.
"I need you."
These simple three words made Yui's mind go blank, like being under an illusion. When she reacted, she was already standing beside Yoru holding a tennis racket.
"OK, then let's start."
Miura Yumiko looked at Yui's way of holding the racket and standing posture, feeling a bit contemptuous in her heart.
Obviously, the opponent was a layman.
Looking at Yoru holding the racket... handsome indeed, but not professional either.
This match, her side would definitely win.
After winning, actively propose playing tennis together, giving Yoru a way out.
In this way... wouldn't it be done?
"Serving now."
Miura Yumiko threw the tennis ball in her hand into the air and served it with an extremely professional posture.
Before Yui could see the tennis ball flying in the air clearly, a loud bang suddenly came to her ear.
Bang!
Immediately after, the muffled sound of the tennis court fence being hit.
Miura Yumiko and Hayama Hayato didn't see clearly how the ball was hit back at all.
The two could only feel a light breeze like a train passing by brushing past them.
"1... 15 to 0!"
Totsuka Saika raised his left hand, signaling Miura Yumiko and Hayama Hayato scored first.
Immediately after, he looked at Yoru at the other end of the court and reminded.
"Um... Yoru-san, when the opponent serves, you can only hit back after the ball bounces on the ground."
Facing Totsuka Saika's reminder, Yoru just said plainly.
"I know."
"Eh, then why did you..."
"I didn't intend to win by points at all."
At this time, Hayama Hayato and Miura Yumiko heard the exclamations of friends behind them.
When the two turned around, seeing the scene in front of them, they were stunned.
The tennis ball hit by Yoru just now....
Actually embedded abruptly into the gap of the wire fence!
Being stuck like this...
What terrifying force must be carried on the ball?
While the two were shocked, Yoru's calm voice came.
"Ready?"
"This is just the beginning."
"Next every ball, I will aim at your bodies."
"Embrace the resolve of certain death, come compete with me and Yui."