If you can't break the opponent's fighting spirit...... Could it be that the first to be defeated now is actually his own side?!

The philosopher felt his mind in disarray.

He watched as his sister took out her tee shot, "Moonlight," only to be picked up by Nobuya Yanagiizumi who was standing at the bottom of his stand, and as she ran as fast as ever, he wasn't sure if he heard her sneering to herself—or if it was just his own imagination in tension and confusion.

"What did you learn from my tee 'Psychedelic Sunshadow'...... It's a pity that a fake is a fake. It's not enough to just imitate the movements of the 'Psychedelic Sun'—"

The next second, the philosopher saw her sister let out a scream, clasped the racket with both hands with all her might, and unleashed her trademark backhand slash volley.

...... Well done!

For a moment, the philosopher almost blurted out like this.

This is my sister's signature exclusive stunt, "Moonlight" serve followed by "Meteor Shadow" as a snatch, and there are always seven or eight times out of 10 to succeed.

Suppressing Yanagizumi Nobuya's backhand, mobilizing her to run desperately on the field, consuming her must not be as powerful as her sister who has practiced for many years, and her movements are easy to deform after her body falls, and the deformation of her movements is easy to affect her injured waist and shoulders - although this is a little bit out of grace, but the opponent desperately attacks her weakness, and she should have been conscious at the moment she went into battle with an injury, right?

If he's not mistaken, wasn't her ex-boyfriend, Keigo Keibe, the former head of the Ice Emperor's men's tennis department, who was standing in the first row of the stands across from the court and keeping an eye on the court, used a similar technique against Kunimitsu Tezuka, who had a shoulder injury, in the tournament?

My sister has been practicing the big slash volley for many years, and she has achieved the ultimate in terms of line, strength and landing point. As the sun set, the yellow tennis ball drew a long straight line, swept over the net, and flew straight towards the left corner of the court on the side of Yanagizumi Nobuya.

...... Almost as soon as Narumi Kawasaki volleyed the tennis ball, Nobuya Yanagizumi began to run with all her might towards the left side of the court.

This was also expected by the philosophers. It is impossible for Yanagizumi Nobuya to simply admit defeat. Although her life has fallen to the bottom of the valley that cannot be deeper or darker in the past few years, the confidence and pride she had as a genius girl are still there. If it weren't for these two things as support, she wouldn't have agreed to Tezuka's invitation and recommendation today and set foot on this court again, right?

However, years of neglect had taken her toll. Her body was sluggish, her running speed had slowed down, large beads of sweat had slid down her forehead, and even before the end of the previous game, the philosopher had noticed the occasional expression of pain on her face—a sign of the recurrence of an old wound.

And Cheng Mei drew this ball, which has reached the highest level of her current ball skills - the ball flies straight and fast, and it is probably impossible for a mortal to catch up with only two legs.

The philosopher saw that the ball was almost in front of the dead corner on the left side of the pitch - in a few seconds, a few more meters, it would fall perfectly into bounds, and Yanagizumi Nobuya was at least three steps away from it, and she couldn't catch it.

No, it should be said that even if she could catch up, she would probably only be able to block it with her backhand and return a high and limp ball. In the next round, my sister will definitely squeeze this qualityless return ball in the boundary.

Then the philosopher saw Nobuya Yanagizumi take another step forward, and the beads of sweat on her forehead seemed to be thrown out as she ran, and she drew a parabola and fell to the ground of the court;

He unconsciously stood up, his hands slamming hard against the stands in front of him.

"This ...... It can't be !!."

He roared, and his muscles burst out.

In his roar, Yanagizumi Nobuya made an extremely dexterous waist twisting dodge in the air, and her body instantly flashed to the left side of the tennis ball that came at a galloping speed, and then she held the racket in both hands, and did not waste half a second, when her body was still in the air and did not fall, she volleyed towards the tennis ball with all her might, and the entire upper body turned ninety degrees because of this volley.

Then he heard a voice from the room—no, the voices of many people, a mixture of voices.

Everyone seemed to be shouting the same word.

"'A Symphony of Love and Frustration'!!"

Before the shouting was over, he heard a heavy snap in the room.

No, to be exact, it was a mixture of several sounds.

The sound of someone's body falling to the ground, the sound of a racket falling to the ground, and the crisp sound of a tennis ball hitting the ground.

From the moment Nobuya Yanagizumi jumped up and performed the "Symphony of Love and Frustration", the philosopher felt as if the qiē in front of him had become a slow motion in a movie. She jumped, twisted, volleyed, landed, and as soon as she landed, she lost her center of gravity, her feet were difficult to support, her whole body fell on the court and could not get up, and her racket fell on the ground next to her, and the tennis ball spun and drew a large slash that was more beautiful than the one her sister had just played, and swept over the net quickly and sharply.

His mind was spinning sluggishly, still desperately thinking: It's okay, sister, if only you can get this ball back...... Victory is yours. Nobuya Yanagizumi had exhausted the last of her strength, and her old injuries had recurred...... Sister, as long as you can get this ball back, and then face an opponent who falls to the ground and can't get up again, it's easy to turn the tables.

Then, in the midst of this dazed and sluggish, selfish thought, the presiding judge's voice cut abruptly, clearly, sharply, and to the point, as if with a click, the sharp long knife fell, simply cutting the noose that bound them to the two siblings.

"7-5!Nobuya Yanagizumi, win!!"

The philosopher looked around blankly, looking at the group of people next to him, either with surprised or joyful expressions.

In this confusion, he seemed to hear a snap, so crisp and loud, it seemed to break the momentary suffocating atmosphere that enveloped the stadium after the chief judge announced the final results.

He rolled his eyes slowly, following the voice to the stands opposite.

He saw Keigo Keibe, the former head of the tennis department of the Ice Emperor, standing in the middle of the first row of the stands, his right index finger pointing at the sky and snapping his fingers.

Then he seemed to hear a voice, which erupted with the snapping of his fingers, and it seemed to be a voice shouted in unison, not by the name of the winner or the loser of today's game, but by a word that seemed to him to be on the verge of forgetting.

"The winner is the Ice Emperor!!The winner is the Ice Emperor!!"

Beside and behind Keigo Keibe, Tetsuto Kawasaki recognized Kuranosuke Shiraishi, who had been there at the beginning of the match, the cousins Shinobu Yushi and Kenya Shinobu, and many more, including Takahiro Kajichi, who always followed Keigo faithfully and silently, and several female players from the Ice Emperor who had just been arguing over who the Ice Emperor's female tennis team leader was, and even some others—they all applauded and shouted in unison:

"The winner is the Ice Emperor!!The winner is the Ice Emperor!!"

He also saw Nobuya Yanagizumi, who had just fallen to the ground and sat up almost immediately, as if he was going to continue to get up to catch the ball if he missed this blow, and after hearing such cheers and proving his victory, he suddenly looked up to the sky with a bright smile on his face.

Then, without warning, she suddenly fell backwards on the tennis court again, her back to the sky, her limbs spread out comfortably, as if she had exhausted all her strength, and as if she were enjoying victory in a state of extreme relaxation, and the posture in which she was in a large figure was heroic - and not ladylike, like a poor girl playing wild ball in the streets!