Prince of Tennis: The Power of Fantasy

On April 12th, Shiji no Mori Sports Park.

Today is the opening day of the Tokyo Regional Qualifiers.

As the match venue and opening ceremony venue for the Tokyo regional qualifiers, Shiki No Mori Sports Park is much more lively than ever.

All schools in the Tokyo area that signed up for this year's national competition gathered here today.

Several luxurious buses approached quickly from a distance, and then stopped at the gate of Shiki no Mori Sports Park.

Those who came here early to watch the regional qualifiers couldn't help but watch.

"Is this car a Hyotei?"

"It should be."

"With Hyotei's strength, this year's regional qualifier champion is them again."

As the perennial champions of the Tokyo regional qualifiers, those who often watch matches are also familiar with Hyotei.

The door of the front car opened, and Hyotei's candidates walked down slowly.

Hyotei's second team has been cancelled. Starting from the regional qualifiers, Hyotei's eight players are currently selected.

Youyun, Atobe, and Tezuka walked in front, and the other five and the Hyotei tennis club members who came down from other cars and acted as cheerleaders followed behind.

There are more than 200 people, and the momentum is huge.

Even Huadi followed.

Mukahi Gakuto, who was being selected, was extremely excited and kept looking around.

"Hey, Oshitari, it seems that we came very early, and we haven't seen any other schools."

"Calm down, Yueren, don't be so excited."

Oshitari Yuushi pushed his eyes and persuaded Mukahi Gakuto that his emotions were too high.

"Oshitari, aren't you excited? We were elected in the first grade."

Mukahi Gakuto turned his head to look at Oshitari Yuushi, a little unhappy.

"I'm not like you."

Oshitari Yuushi's mouth twitched.

"Okay, I'm going to enter soon."

Atobe said.

Hearing Atobe's words, the two fell silent for a while.

"This is the profile of the eight candidates for our Hyotei competition."

Atobe handed the prepared entry information to the staff responsible for registration.

"OK."

The staff took the information and started to register.

Suddenly, the staff shook their hands, with a look of shock in their eyes.

"What's wrong, is there any problem with the data?"

Atobe frowned.

"No, no, I will register you immediately."

The staff immediately came back to their senses and speeded up the registration of Hyotei's information.

"It's done, let's enter."

The staff said to Atobe.

Atobe nodded, Hyotei and his group left here.

Looking at the back of them leaving, the staff wiped the non-existent sweat on their foreheads.

"Should I say that it is really Hyotei? There are actually five first-year players among the contestants."

......

"How, how did the opponent in this match understand?"

Atobe asked Oshitari, who had just returned.

After registering the information, Hyotei and his party went directly to the resting place provided by the organizer.

Although the opponents of the regional qualifiers did not pose a threat to Hyotei, Atobe still asked Oshitari to go out and collect information on the participating schools in the regional qualifiers.

Now Oshitari just returned from collecting information.

"As in previous years, there is no such thing as a strong opponent. The only thing worth noting is Fudomine, but they want to beat us, and there is no such possibility."

Oshitari said confidently.

"Fudominine?"

Atobe frowned.

"I heard that the tennis club of this school has a very bad reputation. Not only do incidents of oppressing newcomers often occur within the tennis club, but the methods used in the match process are also not very glorious."

A gleam of light flashed in Oshitari's eyes and said.

"Huh, only such a small character can do these things."

Atobe said disdainfully.

"Which school's team was our opponent in the first match?"

Tezuka turned the subject back.

Hearing this question, everyone else turned their attention to Oshitari.

"Sadan's second Middle-School is not a strong opponent."

Oshitari pushed down his glasses and said.

"If that's the case, let's go."

Atobe's final touch.

Everyone stood up and walked towards the match venue.

......

On the online court, Hyotei Gakuen and the eight finalists from the second Middle-School of Sarawak stood opposite each other.

Since this match has the match of the previous regional qualifier champion Hyotei Gakuen, a large number of spectators have appeared outside the field at this time, and they are still increasing.

But when they saw Hyotei's lineup, they all felt shocked.

"What's going on? Why are there so many first-years in Hyotei's team?"

"I heard that in the past regional qualifiers and even major tournaments, Hyotei sent the second team to play. Is it Hyotei's second team lineup this year?"

"Impossible, don't you know? Hyotei's second team was disbanded a few days ago. This should be Hyotei's official team."

"His, Hyotei's selection team, there are so many first graders?"

There was a lot of discussion outside the field, and everyone was shocked.

In previous schools that came to participate in the competition, even the first grade is rare, let alone so many first grades appearing in the same team.

And it's a strong school like Hyotei. *

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