BOOM—!
The tennis ball slammed into the court, kicking up a cloud of dust before rocketing toward the sidelines.
A textbook-perfect basic serve—yet it carried terrifying force.
The speed was unreal.
Most spectators couldn't even track the ball's trajectory. Only Raitlair followed it clearly.
"He's still not holding back..."
Raitlair sighed. His disciple never went easy, whether facing a first-grader or a pro.
But before the ball could fly far, Yoru intercepted it effortlessly.
"A basic serve with this much power? QP's research into serving mechanics must be insane."
Though both had flawless Five Dimensions and fundamentals, Yoru didn't receive detailed insights like QP's—just as match experience and personal playstyle weren't auto-fed to him.
"Now then—time to return it~"
Planting his right foot, Yoru torqued his hips, channeling explosive force into his racket. The strings pancaked the ball with a thunderous CRACK!
The sound shook the stadium.
By the time the audience blinked, the ball had already exploded onto QP's side.
"Wha—?!"
Stunned silence.
Most had watched Yoru dismantle Hopkins and the others earlier.
But this?
This proved he'd been holding back the entire time.
"His Five Dimensions and fundamentals... are on par with mine."
QP analyzed instantly.
Yoru's muscles hadn't even been fully tensed during that return—yet the power was monstrous.
Effortless dominance.
QP's eyes sharpened.
He had a real opponent.
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### The Clash of Perfection
The ball kicked up violently, its topspin forcing a skyscraper bounce.
QP intercepted it just before the second bounce, whipping his racket upward in a laser-guided arc to the far baseline.
Dead-center on the line.
A millimeter off, and it'd be called out.
Precision honed by years of "numbered target" drills.
The shot was blindingly fast—Yoru stood a full body's length away, seemingly out of reach.
But QP didn't relax.
Not after seeing his speed earlier.
Sure enough—
Yoru's racket flipped to his left hand mid-stride.
Before anyone processed it, his left-handed return fired back with identical precision!
Dual-Wielding!
"Ambidextrous...?"
True ambidexterity was rare—some trained it, but natural-born dual-handers had the edge.
Swapping hands also reversed the spin.
QP adjusted instantly, intercepting the return with a crisp thwack!
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The rally escalated into a blur of kinetic violence.
Each impact kicked up dust, each bounce vibrated the court. Even spectators felt the shockwaves.
"This kid...!"
Raitlair's grip tightened on the umpire's chair.
Yoru was matching QP blow-for-blow.
No flashy techniques—just raw, unfiltered supremacy.
"Gulp..."
The kids swallowed hard.
They knew this was "basic" tennis—but the speed and power made it terrifying.
"Fun, but I prefer crushing my opponents outright!"
Yoru's gaze sharpened like a blade.
Then—he vanished.
Five Dimensions, fully unleashed!
"What?!"
QP's pupils contracted.
Yoru reappeared at the ball's landing point, his racket a blurring guillotine.
BAM!
The ball nuked the corner, kicking out before QP could react.
"IMPOSSIBLE!"
Raitlair shot to his feet.
Yoru's stats had skyrocketed mid-play.
That running inside-out forehand? A masterclass in footwork and timing.
"15–0! Yoru leads!"
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### The Gap Widens
QP remained ice-cold, switching sides and serving again.
This time, the ball vanished mid-air—most only heard the "THUD" as it slammed the court and rebounded toward the fence.
Even faster than before.
"Better. But still not enough."
Yoru stepped in, using his forward momentum to crush the return.
FWOOSH!
A golden streak seared across everyone's vision.
QP barely reacted in time—but Yoru's fully unleashed stats were two tiers above his.
This was a dimensional gap.
BAM!
"30–0!"
...
BAM!
"40–0!"
...
BAM!
"Game! Yoru leads 1–0!"
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### The Unthinkable Happens
"Q-QP just lost a game?!"
"Am I hallucinating?!"
"This guy's a monster!"
"Chill! It's one game, not the match!"
The kids were losing their minds.
QP's undefeated Elite Club streak had made him a legend. Seeing him outplayed so cleanly was unfathomable.
"His Five Dimensions and fundamentals surpass mine."
QP's grip on his racket tightened slightly, ignoring the noise.
Those four points had tested spin, speed, power, and pace-shifting—yet Yoru countered everything.
Like an adult toying with a child.
No weaknesses. No openings.
Even against Volk, QP had never felt this utterly outclassed.
At least Volk had flaws to exploit.
Yoru?
He was like QP, but perfected.
"Someone... closer to 'Ultimate Quality' than me?"
QP's aura shifted.
A glacial calm settled over him—the Aura of Resignation activating.
The mindset of one who understands true strength... and its fleeting nature.
"Oh? The Aura's buffing his focus."
Yoru smirked. "Then let's spice things up, QP-senpai~"
QP didn't react, his entire being locked onto Yoru.
"Haven't used this in a real match for a while..."
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