Prince of Tennis: I am a manager at Hyotei

"Resonance...! This!!!"

Little kelp tried to speak for a long time, but in the end, it still couldn't utter a complete sentence.

"Is this even possible?"

Yukimura posed the question, and Mori frowned and relaxed, repeating this several times before finally shaking his head, unable to understand it at all.

"The allure of tennis, its endless possibilities, is truly captivating."

Although Irie had a smile in her eyes, the glint of light that flashed in her eyes was caught by Atobe, who was standing next to her.

Atobe slightly raised his chin.

"Ah, don't you even look at whose match it is, whose tennis it is?"

The pride and joy in his voice practically overflowed the screen.

The brief moment of the scene made Atobe Tatsumi, who was in the VIP room, also curl up the corners of his mouth.

Coach Sakaki appeared calm as he held the coffee cup, but his hand trembled slightly and tilted, causing the coffee to spill all over him without him noticing.

He was right about people.

The American team was just as shocked as the Japanese team.

Duduchiko was so shocked that he used Ryoma as an obstacle and pressed him down, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

He mumbled something like, "It's over."

As the leader of the entire US team, Reinhardt rarely showed his surprise on his face, hiding his emotions.

Ryoma struggled to survive between the two, but when his eyes met theirs, he couldn't help but stop moving, looking at the two on the field with an unreadable emotion.

Long Ya, clad in a seamless garment, was enveloped by something invisible, connected to the person standing opposite her at that very moment.

Dragon Song.

Longya felt a strange sensation in her body.

Unlike the ability to resonate with what I understand, I seem unable to resonate with the person opposite me.

In other words, she was simply resonating with "her own" abilities.

That should have been her tennis ball.

I really lost to her.

Longya shrugged and chuckled softly.

Long Ge slowly raised her eyes, and the familiar feeling seemed to bring her back to that arrogant person who was fearless of anything.

When Long Ge broke through this limit, Long Ya had already foreseen the final outcome of the match.

Even if he uses all his skills, he is no match for Long Ge in his current state.

As the last dazzling white light faded, the tennis ball came to a peaceful stop at Ryoga's feet.

Because of the blinding white light, even the referees who were closely observing the match couldn't see it with their naked eyes.

But the scene before him told him the final result of the competition.

"The match is over, Japan has won."

The match is over! The U17 World Championship has concluded! Japan has emerged victorious!

The referee seemed not to have reacted, staring blankly at the ball at Echizen Ryoga's feet.

A professional instinct kicked in, but his mouth delivered the result before he could react.

From the initial whispers and incredulous murmurs, it transformed into a final, impassioned shout.

The final result of this match will be disseminated to every corner of the venue.

Even in every country and region where the live broadcast is taking place.

After a brief silence as the referee announced the result with great enthusiasm, the venue erupted in thunderous cheers.

People excitedly hugged those around them, wanting to celebrate the perfect end of the game.

"It's...it's over? Am I dreaming? It's over! We won! We won! Mom and Dad, did you see that? We won! The Japanese team won!"

The little seaweed excitedly jumped in front of the throng of cameras and loudly told everyone that they had won the game.

They won, and the Japanese team finally left a significant mark on the world stage.