Prince of Tennis: I am a manager at Hyotei

On the day of the final, the sun was scorching, and the audience arrived at the stadium early, and the venue was packed.

Everyone wants to witness today's game of the century.

They held the flags of their respective teams and cheered loudly for the strongest team in their minds.

The radio sounded.

"The U17 World Cup is about to begin! The USA vs. Japan match!

Now please invite the two teams to play!"

The finals are different.

It's totally different from normal games.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the two teams slowly walked towards the center of the arena from the two entrances.

The Japanese team members marched with determination, determined to take this final victory and bring it back to Japan.

Bring it back to the teammates who imagined them.

The American team, on the other hand, had an air of dominance, with its players being tall, strong, and aggressive.

When the two teams stood in the center of the field, the atmosphere reached its climax, and the cheers and shouts were deafening.

"I never thought we would be in the finals. Xiaoge, it's such a shame you didn't join the American team."

Reinhardt is still trying to poach people.

Utagawa smiled and said, "Reinhardt, I will not regret my choice. The Japanese team is where I belong."

He looked at the other two.

Ryoma met his elder sister's gaze without fear.

"Oh~ You're in good spirits. How about playing doubles, little Ryoma? Otherwise, you won't have a chance to compete with your sister."

Speaking of doubles, Longma glanced away.

At this time, the referee walked onto the court and began to read out the rules of the game. The players on both sides listened attentively, their eyes revealing their determination to win. With the referee's whistle, the game officially began! The American team took the lead and, with their strong physical advantage, they quickly launched an offensive. The Japanese team defended tightly.

The referee stepped forward and briefly explained the rules and precautions of the game. Then, with a crisp whistle, the game officially began!

The American team's kickoff was powerful, sending the ball hurtling toward the Japanese court like a cannonball. The Japanese players reacted quickly, shifting their defense in unison. With focused eyes, Ryoma Echizen dashed forward and delivered a stunning counterattack. The ball arced beautifully through the air, careening toward the American baseline. Not to be outdone, the American players quickly organized a counterattack, their coordination expertly altering the angle and force of their shots. While defending, the Japanese team also searched for opportunities to counterattack. Utagawa seized the opportunity, deftly sidestepped, and deftly intercepted the ball. Then, with a powerful strike, the ball flew like lightning toward the Americans' open space. The American players rushed to save the ball, but were a step too slow, allowing it to land in their own court. A roar of applause erupted, marking the first point for the Japanese team. Undeterred, the American team adjusted their tactics and stepped up their offense. The game entered a frenzy, with both teams giving their all, each shot drawing exclamations and cheers from the crowd. In this intense and charged atmosphere, who knows what will happen next?

What a wonderful matchup. The captain of the American team, Reinhardt, took the field in person. His hitting power and speed were increased to the extreme. The defense of the Japanese team was once in danger. Just when the American team thought they were going to make a comeback, Echizen Ryoma suddenly displayed his new stunt - the evolved version of the selfless state. Every swing of his racket was accompanied by a powerful aura, which resolved the offensive of the American team one by one. At the same time, Utagawa also cooperated with his teammates tacitly, constantly looking for the flaws of the American team. In a fierce attack, Utagawa took advantage of a mistake of Reinhardt and smashed the ball like a meteor.