Prince of Tennis: I am a manager at Hyotei

"Huh? How do you know? Did you go to see the American team's game?"

Irie's first reaction.

"Yeah, let's not talk about that for now. How was the game?"

Atobe looked into the field.

Byodoin Temple is clearly in an abnormal state.

He has been repeating the same moves since a while ago.

He didn't think this would be a tactic.

"As you can see, it's not very optimistic. And how is Echizen's uncle?"

The ghost shook his head, expressing the anxiety of the situation.

And expressed concern for Uncle Longge's situation.

"Mr. Nanjiro is fine, but..."

Following Atobe's gaze.

Gathered on Long Ge.

Long Ge now exudes a sense of coldness.

She is angry.

It's not just Long Ya who devours the opponent's abilities.

And Long Ya's attitude.

Coach Mifune snapped his fingers and complained about Nanjiro.

"That guy is really lucky. He fainted on the field and he is still safe and sound."

She felt a little unfamiliar with Long Ya's ability to devour her opponents like a madman.

Out of desperation, the Japanese team requested a ten-minute halftime break.

Ever since Long Ge returned to the table and said that, he has been staring at Byodoin's back.

Byodoin returned to the rest area.

Long Ge rested his hands on the guardrail that separated the playing field.

"It's simple. Just like looking into Senior Yuezhi's eyes, it brings an invisible pressure to others. The same is true for you now."

"pressure?"

Byodoin rested his hands on his legs, his head lowered in the middle.

Only Byodoin itself was unaware of this.

"Humph."

Byodoin snorted coldly and raised his head. There was no confusion in his eyes, only a firm will.

Long Ge spoke slowly, "Do you understand what you're doing? That reckless consumption of power will only lead to your loss." Equal Origin frowned slightly, "I must win, no matter what." Long Ge sneered, "Is this your understanding? If victory comes at the cost of self-sacrifice, then total defeat is worse than complete defeat."

At this moment, the surrounding team members fell silent, and the atmosphere became solemn. Long Ya stepped forward and looked at Long Ge. "Sister, I just want to gain an advantage for the team." Long Ge turned and stared at Long Ya. "Do you really think this is an advantage? This kind of unstable power will eventually backfire on you."

Long Ya remained silent, but Equal Court stood up and said, "I don't need you to lecture me. I know my own path." Long Ge's eyes glared, "If that's the case, I won't bother with you anymore. But if you bring trouble to the entire team, I won't let you off lightly."

Just then, the referee announced the end of halftime. Byodoin took a deep breath and headed for the field. Long Ge watched him from behind, silently praying he wouldn't make the wrong choice. Long Ya clenched his fists, seemingly wondering if his actions were the right ones.

The match resumed, and Byodoin stood on the field, his gaze even more resolute than before. He recalled Long Ge's words, and though his heart wavered, he quickly calmed down. He decided to fight with his true strength, abandoning the dangerous method of devouring power.

Long Ya also adjusted his mindset, realizing that his sister was right and that he shouldn't just pursue temporary strength. So, he relied on his agility and excellent ball sense to cleverly respond to his opponent's attacks and actively create scoring opportunities.

As the match intensified, Byodoin and his teammates became increasingly coordinated. He was no longer as reckless as before, each shot imbued with strategy. Thanks to their efforts, the Japanese team slowly regained the lead.

Long Ge, who was standing on the sidelines, saw the changes in Byodoin and smiled with satisfaction. In the final deciding game, Byodoin made a beautiful last-minute shot. The game ended and the Japanese team won. When everyone was cheering, Byodoin walked up to Long Ge and said sincerely,