Prince of Tennis: I am a manager at Hyotei

"The U.S....American team wins! The score is 6-4!"

The referee spoke with difficulty.

God knows what kind of game he went through.

I almost thought I would not see the sun tomorrow.

Suddenly I miss my mother's warm embrace.

"team leader!"

The Spanish representative rushed into the field and rushed towards Medanore, who was almost "disabled".

Medanore's final struggle was also taken in by Long Ya.

Medanore fell to the ground helplessly.

His eyes were staring blankly at the sky.

Allow teammates to take him off the field.

Lost..

Once again..

Mr. Nanjiro, I'm sorry...I failed to live up to your expectations.

The feeling of being on the verge of breaking down makes people worry about him.

"Captain! How are you?"

The noise in his ears could no longer enter Medanore's ears.

"It's okay, Captain. We still have two rounds left. We can definitely turn the tables. We must bring victory to Mr. Nanjiro and bring it back to Spain!"

Mars assured Medanore.

Yeah, there are two more games.

We must not let Mr. Minamijiro down, and we must not let the Spanish people down.

An emotion flashed in Medanore's eyes as he was dazed and unresponsive.

"Come on! Spain!"

"come on!"

I don’t know who took the lead, but gradually everyone started cheering for this strong team.

Medanore slowly stood up, his eyes regained their determination, "Yes, we still have a chance." The team members saw their captain cheer up and their morale was boosted.

The next game began, and the Spanish team seemed like a completely different team, attacking with a fierce and organized style. Medanore was a reborn king, each shot imbued with power and skill. Long Ya's American team felt the intense pressure, but they refused to give in. The two sides exchanged blows, creating a fierce and intense battle.

However, just as the match was drawing to a close, something unexpected happened. Medanore's old injury recurred, and his movements suddenly slowed. But he gritted his teeth and persevered, mindful of Mr. Minamijiro's expectations and the honor of all of Spain. His teammates, inspired by this, gave their all to compensate for his slump. In the final moments, Medanore, despite excruciating pain, struck a crucial shot, securing the victory for Spain. Despite the excruciating pain, Medanore wore a relieved smile, knowing that with just one more game remaining, there was still hope for a comeback.

The final round began. Medanore held himself firm on the court, knowing full well he couldn't collapse. Long Ya of the American team also noticed his weakness, but she didn't let her guard down, instead increasing her caution.

At the start of the match, Spain adopted an aggressive offensive strategy, with Medanore commanding the game with his extensive experience. However, as time progressed, his injury became increasingly problematic, hindering his performance. In crucial moments, the younger players stepped up and shouldered more of the offensive responsibility.

At a critical juncture in the match, Long Ya unleashed a powerful smash. Everyone thought the Spanish team would be unable to withstand it, but Medanore, with incredible fortitude, returned the favor with an almost impossible strike. This shot greatly boosted the Spanish team's morale.

In the final sprint, the entire Spanish team worked together, and Medanore, forgetting his injuries, gave it his all. Finally, at the whistle, Spain won the final game by a narrow margin. The crowd cheered, and Medanore's eyes welled with emotion. They had not only lived up to Mr. Minamijiro's expectations, but had also won supreme glory for Spain.