Psychotic Devil Player (Prince of Tennis)

Genius Play 1 - A Suspicious Child Has Appeared

Akaya's POV:

“Furi.”

And then, there was the hitting of a ball. A hitting of a tennis ball, in fact, to be more precise.

 I went closer to the unused tennis court to see who is playing. From the sound itself, it was pretty convincing that it was very, very strong. I pushed the leaves and huge bushes out of the way. Come to think of it, the person said 'furi' meaning….free? I almost thought it was Masaharu-sempai was the one playing. Never mind. I will find out soon who it is.

 I went closer and closer and then, the person figure got clearer. Stepping into the court, I slowly walked to the person. He was wearing a hoodie and his right arm is tied with some bandages. I tried to make no sound to silently watch the guy playing. His shots are accurate.

 “What do you want from me?” He said as he kept on playing against the wall.

 Wait. He noticed me? I am pretty sure my presence was not noticeable. And…his voice seems so…strange. Quite the baby type one. Never mind that.

 “I want to you to play a match with me.” I said to him taking off my tennis carrier.

 I guess I can get some warm up before practice.

 “Are you worthy enough to be my opponent?” He said back to me, not even looking back. He continued with his one-sided play against a wall.

 Who the hell does he think he is?! Do you know who you are talking to hoodie-guy?!

 I unzipped the tennis carrier and took out my tennis racquet. I took a ball and right away shot at him.

 I smirked evil fully. No one messes with Kirihara Akaya! Got that? No one messes with me!

 He dodged to the right and passes back the ball in a shot that I can’t return. He did not even look back to me. And that shot….If it hit onto any part of my body, I would be done for.

 Hmmm? Interesting.

 “What’s your name?” I asked him.

 “It is none of your business.” He said as he still continued with his play against a wall.

 “Then… Let’s settle it with a match.”

 He did not reply. He still went on playing against the wall.

 “Umm? I am challenging you. Did you hear me, just now?”

 He kept on playing while answering, “I am not deaf. Anyways, it is dangerous to play with me. So, get lost.”

 This is pissing me off! Am I not worthy enough?! Well, let’s see about that…

 “Oya? You are afraid, aren’t you? You are afraid that you would lose! Coward!” I yelled at him.

 He froze there for a second and stopped the ball from returning back to the wall and turned to me. He dropped his hoodie slightly in the effort.

 My eyes widened when I saw it. “You are a girl?!” I shouted, shocked at what I have seen.

 “Is there something wrong about that?” She quickly raised her hoodie up to cover her head again.

 I smirked at her and took of my jersey’s jacket. “Heh? Interesting…” I said as I stepped onto the court.

 She stepped forward to the net and spun her racquet, asking me, “Which?”

 “Smooth.” I said.