Chapter 3
"Next!" shouted the captain of the Rikkai high school tennis club Hijikata Souma, he stood impatiently as he watched the freshmen play against their senpais, majority of them were useless and unable to meet his high standards a few had already gone home with their tail between their legs.
"Seems like this year's rookies aren't exactly up to scratch are they, Taichou-san?" asked a short, curly blonde haired individual, his blue eyes looked kindly at the new tennis club members. "No matter, a few weeks and Yamazaki-kun will have then fit and ready to be cut down and slaughtered by you Taichou-san."
"You seem to be enjoying yourself Fuma-san," replied Hijikata, the vice captain was a scary person indeed; despite his kind nature and smile his ruthless slaughter of his opponents was almost pitiful for them.
"Of course, there are so many fun new students to teach," replied Fuma Sasame.
You mean torture, though Hijikata pushing his long black hair back with his finger, he was long over due for a visit to the hairdressers. "Where's Kirihara?"
"Why aren't I good enough?" Fuma pouted before giggled. "With the lady of the underworld of course, where else would he be?"
"If she hears you calling her that you won't be living very long," said a short messy black hair male appearing beside them, he yawned as he gently rubbed his tired sapphire blue eyes.
"Shiki can't believe you're awake," remarked Fuma. Shiki Senri yawned once more as he scratched his head.
"Hmm…sleepy," he complained.
"Aren't you cute," remarked Fuma putting a arm around his fellow regular.
"That hurts," muttered Shiki. "Did you hear, there's a new wave of talent at Rikkai…."
"Hmm? Don't see it," stated Hijikata.
"Aren't you manly Hijikata-san," noted Fuma pushing his round glasses up with his finger. "So what's this new talent like Senri?"
"A gentlemen, a trickster, a sugar addict, a girl, a baldie, a mushroom and an iron man," replied Shiki.
"Huh? What's that an idea for a novel?" asked Hijikata.
"Enma-nee seems to like em," Shiki sulked.
"Then the slave driver coach of our tennis club won't likely chew them up and spit them out," said Hijikata.
"Come now Taichou-san, the princess of darkness never spits, she's royalty," joked Fuma but seriousness returned to his eyes. "A new wave of talent huh? I'm glad I didn't leave the tennis club because things got so boring."
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"Okay freshmen!" shouted the captain to the freshmen standing in several lines before him. "It's a round robin tournament, you all are playing one game matches against one another! Those who lose are discarded while those who win proceed."
"If only Sanada was here, these two would get along," whispered Marui, Kuwahara laughed.
"You there! No chit chat!" shouted the man, Marui and Kuwahara stood up straight.
"Yes sir! Sorry sir!" was their reflex reply.
"This set up is not so that only one of you will join," continued the vice-captain Fuma Sasame. "This is a match to showcase your talents, the more matches you play the chances you have of showing us what you are capable of."
"Everyone go over there and exchange your registration forms for a number, the number will decide who you will verse! Now move it you maggots!" shouted the captain.
"So alike," said Marui.
"Already started without me?" asked Kirihara walking towards his fellow teammates. He like the rest of the wore the Rikkai high tennis club uniform, it possessed the same design as the middle school but instead of yellow it was red.
"There you are Kiriha-san," greeted Fuma.
"Hey Fumako," replied Kirihara Akira.
"Just in time for the matches to start, upper levels to watch coming?" asked Hijikata.
"Sure," replied Kirihara. "How many?"
"200," replied Fuma. "Only 50 will be accepted as members."
"Any maybe even less if they don't meet our standards," added Hijikata. "Where's Enma-san?"
"We fell asleep and she refuses to wake up," replied Kirihara. "She even took my jersey to use as a blanket."
"Ahh, young love, so sweet," said Fuma sighing.
"You sound like an old fart," muttered Shiki.