[Ding! Detected Echizen Ryoma's "Muga no Kyouchi" (State of Self-Actualization) has leveled up to Lv. 5!]
[Multiplicative Feedback Activated: You have obtained Muga no Kyouchi (Lv. 7)!]
[Ding! Detected Echizen Ryoma has awakened "Hyakuren no Kiwami" (Perfection of Pinnacle) (Lv. 1)!]
[Super Feedback Activated: You have obtained Hyakuren no Kiwami (Lv. 3)!]
Sitting at home, buffs raining from the sky.
"As expected of the protagonist. Just a little hint before I left, and he's already made a breakthrough."
Yoru couldn't help but marvel.
This feeling of growing stronger without lifting a finger was way too addictive.
Wonder who he's playing against to level up Muga and unlock Hyakuren this fast.
Talent was one thing—
But sudden leaps like this only came from high-stakes matches.
"Guess you're unlucky. Time to be my whetstone."
Yoru's gaze locked onto Kiriyama.
The bald boy shuddered under the intensity.
"Hey! Serve already—why are you spacing out?!"
"Just thinking about something fun~"
Yoru smirked, then scanned the crowd before settling on Yamato in the referee's chair.
"Watch closely. I'm about to show you tennis on another level."
Another level?
Yamato blinked. Kiriyama's frown deepened.
Neither understood, but the implication was clear—Yoru wasn't done.
And yet, even without holding back, Kiriyama was already struggling.
Gripping his racket tighter, Kiriyama braced himself.
Hum—!
A faint glow erupted from Yoru's body, saturating the court with an indescribable aura.
Muga no Kyouchi—Activated!
"So this is the five-stat boost? This world's logic is broken."
Yoru flexed his fingers, testing the surge in power.
The crowd stared, clueless. Even Yamato was lost.
They sensed the change—stronger, sharper, untouchable—but couldn't pinpoint why.
Except for one person.
"Muga no Kyouchi?!"
Kiriyama's stomach dropped.
He'd prepared for many possibilities—but not this.
No distractions. No hesitation.
A state that copied techniques and amplified stats—legendary since Echizen Nanjiro dominated the pro scene.
Every generation had its prodigies who unlocked it, but...
"This year, no one in middle school has shown it yet."
Kiriyama had studied last year's Nationals, watched every match he'd missed.
"A genius who can use Muga... Why was Seigaku so weak last year?!"
His pre-challenge research showed Seigaku as bottom-tier.
Yet here stood a monster.
Coach's Office
Ryuzaki Sumire sipped tea, eyes glued to the match.
She'd been spectating since the start—normally, she'd never allow an outsider challenge.
But she needed to see Yoru's true level.
Nanjiro's praise meant little without proof.
"Muga no Kyouchi, huh?"
A surprise, but not shocking. She'd seen middle schoolers achieve it before.
Its power scaled with the user's base stats—the stronger the player, the more absurd the boost.
Then—
SPLAT!
Her tea cup shattered on the floor.
"No... way."
Court 1
The glow around Yoru condensed, swirling into his right arm as a milky-white mist.
Hyakuren no Kiwami—Perfection of Pinnacle!
"Interesting. Almost touching 10-Star."
Yoru checked his stats—9★+0.5 flickered in his vision.
If this was the boost from an early-game ability, how high did Nanjiro's 20★ truly go?
The thought was terrifying.
"HYAKUREN?!"
Kiriyama's voice cracked like a stepped-on duck.
Muga was one thing—but Hyakuren?!
The Three Doors of Muga were orders of magnitude harder to unlock!
Before he could process it, Yoru's serve was airborne.
A slow, almost lazy swing—
BOOM!
The impact shook the court.
"Wha—?!"
Kiriyama's muscles twitched—too late.
The ball already kissed the sideline, then blasted past the fence before he could blink.
Faster than before.
Faster than he could react.
His body froze mid-step.
"..."
The crowd gaped.
Yamato's jaw hit the floor.
Too fast.
For most, the ball was invisible—only the aftermath proved it existed.
"D-Did you see that?!"
"See what?! All I saw was the fence caving in!"
"Look at the net—it's bent inward!"
"Holy—!"
Murmurs erupted into shouts.
Yet Yoru frowned.
"Tch."
Not at the power—but the control.
"I held back, and it's still too fast. Need to refine Hyakuren's application."
Though his strength came from Ryoma's grind, his technique could be sharper.
As a transmigrator, he knew more than Ryoma at this stage.
Mastering Hyakuren's flow would perfectly synergize with his Zone, pushing his power to new heights.
"Let's dial it back further."
Ignoring the stunned crowd, Yoru bounced the ball again.
Across the net, Kiriyama's grip trembled.
Not from excitement—but fear.
For the first time, he felt utterly outmatched.
15-0!
Yoru's point.
BOOM!
Another serve—slightly slower, yet still unreachable.
30-0!
"This... This is insane."
"I barely caught a blur. How is this real?!"
"Was the captain holding back against Yamato too?"
"Obviously! He bageled Yamato in 10 minutes—you think that was full power?"
"I'm not even sure this is his limit..."
The spectators buzzed.
The speed was unreal.
If even the audience struggled to track it, Kiriyama stood no chance.
A hopeless mismatch.
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