Yahhooooiiii~ :3

Eh... I know I normally don't write PoT stuff, but I was on a Tenimyu-high, and then my friend got me into PoT, and then I re-read the entire manga, and... yea. You get the drift. 8D;;;

While we decided to upload this on my account, it's really co-written (read: she gave me the ideas and I write them allllllll). I wanted to upload it on hers, but ah well~ *SHOT*

Oh, and, um. This includes one or two or three OCs. *cough* maybe more, IDK. *coughcoughcough* And we mostly follow manga's storyline, so that way, it's easier to slot in stuff from the anime. Like Jr. Senbatsu. Mwehehehe. *SHOT DEAD*

So. Um. Anyway. Yea. On with the story *flees*.

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It has been years since Samurai Nanjirou's retirement, Inoue Mamoru of Monthly Pro Tennis realized with a start. There had been no reason cited for his retirement whatsoever - that is, nothing, save something the samurai had said about finding a new dream. Even when he went to find him, Nanjirou did not reveal the exact reason for his leave from the world of professional tennis.

"Why did you leave professional tennis?" the reporter had asked after his failed attempts to get a ball pass the other's guard. "The tennis world has not been the same since your generation, Samurai Nanjirou."

The samurai let out a short bark of laughter as he lit another cigarette, his eyes closed. "No," Nanjirou answered with what looked like a smirk on his lips. He opened his eyes then, sharp eyes looking directly at Inoue. "A new wave is coming."

"...a new, strong wave. It'll shake the foundations of the tennis world as we know it." Nanjirou laughed then, and Inoue knew that the other man was thinking about a certain cap-wearing teen.

'Was the Tokyo Prefectural really just a few weeks ago?' Inoue wondered to himself as he looked for - and found - the magazine issue he was looking for. Flipping to the page he wanted, a picture of Seishun Gakuen's tennis club looked back at him. The reporter stared at the picture for a moment before he chuckled.

"Yes," he agreed to Nanjirou's prior words, "a new wave will come."

He set the magazine down and checked the calendar. "Today's the day they draw the order for Kantou," he commented idly before leaning back onto his chair. "I look forward to the games we'll see then."

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In Kanagawa Prefecture, the captain and vice-captain of Seishun Gakuen tennis club stood before a hall in Rikkai Dai Fuzoku Jr. High School. The school was huge, and Oishii thought that if Tezuka was not there to lead him, he'd get lost - Tezuka had gone to the exact same hall last year, after all. The sign before them said, in big, bold words: XXth National Junior High Tennis Tournament: Kantou. Tournament Placement Selection Meeting Place.

"See, see, see? I toooold you I could find the place!"

...of course, it also helped that their manager's brother was studying in the same school as last year's Nationals winners. The hyperactive child (yes, child, for she is too... childlike to be called a teenager) Seigaku had for a manager often visited the school to find her brother, after all.

"Yes, Miyuki, we know," Oishii answered patiently with a smile, and Tezuka sighed.

Miyuki grinned back at him. Small and petite, she had long red hair that she left loose (which she had revealed she wanted to cut, but could not as her brothers liked her hair long) and, as previously mentioned, very, very hyperactive. Clad in the female's version of the school uniform, she was there to represent the school's female tennis team for the combination order drawings... though hers was in a different hall.

"And in any case," Tezuka told their excitable manager, "the hall for the female teams to meet isn't this one, Kitsuke," he said. Miyuki tilted her head to the side cutely.

"...it's not?" she echoed, then jumped when the trio heard a familiar voice.

"No it's not," came the voice of one Sengoku Kiyosumi. "We passed by it though - it's down that way," he said, pointing in the direction he and the captain of Yamabuki Junior High - Minami Kentarou - had came from. Panicking, the redhead bid her leave from them and dashed down the path.

"As usual, she's so excitable," Sengoku said with a laugh. Turning and smiling at the other two, he added, "If you pull that sort of face, all your good luck will run away!"

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As Miyuki ran down the path, she spotted a hall - not the one she was supposed to go to, but she got curious due to the yelling and cheering she heard in it. Curious (and obviously distracted from her actual goal), she turned and walked into it... and immediately covered her ears at the suddenly-louder volume of cheers and yells.

"What's happening here...?" she wondered to herself, scooting round to what-looked-like a scoreboard. "Inter-school karate competition...?" she read, tilting her head and blinking.

"Ara... Kitsuke-san janaii desu ka," came a voice Miyuki was familiar with, and she turned, blinking.

"Yagyuu-san da~!" she said with a cheer, rushing over to the bespectacled teen and hugging him. Upon noticing he was wearing his tennis jersey, she blinked. "Were you having practice?" she asked.

Yagyuu patted her head with a smile before he answered. "I was," he said, "but our manager is in this competition, so we came to support her for a while before we return to training."

"...'we'? 'Manager'?" Miyuki echoed, confused, before grinning and waving at the silver-haired teen who was walking towards them.

"Ho~h... if it isn't Yagyuu's biggest fan," he greeted, smirking with a short "puri" when Miyuki pouted at him. "What're you doing here today? Looking for Yagyuu or for Kitsuke?"

Miyuki shook her head. "No~pe," she answered sing-songly. "I have to go draw lots for my school's female tennis team."

The two regulars of Rikkai blinked. "...didn't it start already?"

Miyuki jumped. "Mweeeeee~ I'm laaateeeee!" she cried, rushing out of the hall she was in after waving at them quickly.

The two stared after her for a moment before the silverette spoke. "Oi, Yagyuu. Takeuchi's round is about to start."

"Ah, then let's go, Niou-kun." Niou nodded in response, and they headed off into the sea of people to support their manager - though it was not like she needed it. Last they checked the scoreboard, she had five more rounds before she won the competition... and it was not like she would lose, anyway.

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Don't worry! We actually have the timeline planned out ("not really," says the co-writer). The OCs back stories will be slotted in via interludes and special chapters. We don't know when they'll be, but yea. They will be there. Mwehehehe~~

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