I own no Mario Tennis Power Tour characters, the plot of the game or any dialog in the game. Credits to Camelot.

After quite an easy match, Clay and Ace do some more PS training and meet their final Senior opponents at the restaurant.

Micki's POV

I couldn't believe Clay's power in his shots! Kyoko and I barely returned them, which left us in bad positions. Ace took advantage of it and scored the points to win the game. My pink haired partner and I felt humiliated by that quick game, we quickly recovered.

Kyoko's first two serves curled right round Clay and Ace to win the first two points. However, one could say that Clay caught on to the spin Kyoko put on the ball because he returned her serve with ease. I stepped in and hit the ball back, but Ace came back and spun the ball past me and Kyoko. We didn't have good reach, so they got the point. I was shocked at what happened next.

When the score was 30-40 to them, the match came to a standstill. Neither side had the advantage as the four of us volleyed the ball. After a while, I lobbed it above my opponents, but Clay's racket glowed a baby blue and he zipped to the other side and returned the ball! Kyoko hit it back, but Ace's racket glowed orange and when she smacked the ball, it flew past me and my partner into the deep corner of the court, earning them the point needed to win the set.

"Do they have any idea what shots they've just done?" I whispered to myself.

"It's over..." I heard Kyoko mumble. "Emi and Roy used similar tricks against us. How are we gonna win?"

While she was sulking about that match against Emi and Roy, I pushed my efforts far to make up for Kyoko's lack of it, but it wasn't enough. Clay and Ace swept through us in the next game and during the one after that, they only slightly slipped up. I only scored one point. Even then, they made up for it quickly. My exhaustion wasn't worth it. Kyoko and I lost the match and our ranking.

"I lost the ranking match..." my partner gasped. "And I play awful! Nearly nothing went the way I wanted them to!"

"You've been real sluggish lately," I told her. "Ever since we lost to Roy and Emi..."

Then, Kyoko stepped back in shock. I came forward and walked in circles around her while saying, "You've lost sights of your goals since losing to them. Did you give up on beating them?"

She turned away from me. I kept stepping in front of her face, but she kept turning away. Eventually, she gave up and let me look at her.

After nodding to her, I said, "I'm here for you. Until you feel like taking on Roy again, let's work hard together."

We shook hands as we smiled at each other and the two of us left the court to begin some training.

Ace's POV

"Kyoko's actually a good player," Emily told me and Clay. "But ever since she lost in singles, she hasn't been herself."

"What are you saying?" Clay asked. "We would've lost if she didn't lose in singles?"

"That's not a pleasant thought..." I told the coach.

"I'm sorry. That's not what I meant at all," she apologized. "You both played well, but now, you'll have to face a really strong team, even for Senior class. It'll be an adjustment. They'll be back once they hear that Kyoko lost. Try to get all the practice you can with them."

We nodded before heading to the Special Training Machines once again. The next two machines that were open were the final two. We knew this because we noticed the wall in front of the hallway, marking the end of it. The Tacklebot and Instinct Drill were the two machines Clay and I had left to complete. Clay headed for the Tacklebot on the right while I headed for the Instinct Drill on the left.

The goal was simple - I had to 'use ESP' (well, it was actually flashlights that turned on by spreading my fingers out) to find matching pairs of cards and I had to pick them out. For Level 1, I had to find and pick out 16 pairs in a minute.

For Level 2, I needed to find and pick out 18 pairs in a minute. This pushed me slightly further, but I still managed to do it. However, for Level 3, the pairs required to win was the same. They were just arranged differently. That's all. Overall, I didn't break a sweat. Coming out of the machine, I felt that I could reach any ball without even running to it, when the time was right.

I waited for quite a while for Clay to get back from the Tacklebot, so I worried that I would struggle with it. He finally came back while moaning in pain and gasping for breath.

"That machine is so difficult!" Clay panted. "Try it for yourself while I go for the Instinct Drill."

I took his word and anticipated what would come next. What fell to the floor was a a giant, gray robot! The assistant told me that this was the Tacklebot. My objective was to keep tackling it until its 'HP' was depleted. In other words, I had to knock off all of the metal coating.

I found it difficult for three reasons:

1) I'm not that physically strong.
2) The Tacklebot was huge!
3) On top of those two reasons, I had 30 seconds to defeat it in Level 1!

30 seconds! I just barely made it through that! Did I mention that there's no pattern at which the Tacklebot reacts? For Level 2, it was 40 seconds. Seriously, 10 extra seconds really makes the difference. Also, the next Tacklebot that appeared was green and the assistant told me that it meant that it was tougher to knock off the coating. If that wasn't enough, this Tacklebot struck back, which meant I had to fall back and guard myself. I just made it with even less time to spare than the last one.

Level 3 was perhaps the worst experience I've ever had! A minute to knock off all of the red Tacklebot's coating and this one blocks so quickly and its attacks are so strong that I failed about 20 times! I just got lucky!

But I did feel that I could tackle tennis balls with great force and stun the opponents with the power. Clay said the same thing when he came out.

Clay's POV

It was pretty late in the evening by the time we came of the Training Center, so Ace decided that it was time for dinner. As we were eating in the restaurant, I heard a female voice call to me.

"Did you say something?" I asked Ace.

"No," she answered. "That didn't sound like me."

Behind you," I heard the same voice call to me. I turned around to see a teenage girl with glasses, purple hair, a green skirt and tank top next to a brown haired boy with an orange t-shirt and cream colored shorts.

"You guys the ones that beat Kyoko and Micki?" the tall boy asked us. Ace and I nodded. "She'd be a really strong player if she hadn't lost her drive," he continued. "I did that to her."

"You're Roy?" Ace gasped.

"How did you know about that?" the other girl smiled. "Whatever. I'm Emi."

Ace and I got the introductions out of the way before Emi asked, "You two want first place in the Seniors and tickets to Varsity, right?"

"Why else would you think we made it this far?" I responded before munching on my pizza.

"Well, Kyoko and Micki may have lost, but there's no way Roy and I ever will!" Emi declared. Then, she coughed her throat and said, "That's what I would say, but we don't care if we lose."

"Senior ranking matches aren't all that interesting when you're at the top," Roy told us.

"Just wait 'til you see us!" Ace called out.

"We'll breeze through you, just like the others!" I added before biting into my pizza once more.

"You seem confident," Emi smiled. "You mean to say that you two will beat us fair and square?"

"Of course!" I replied, my mouth full of pizza chunks.

"Yeah? Let's do it!" Roy told us. "At the Senior Courts! At the crack of dawn! Be there, Clay and Ace, and beware. We're not easy to beat. After all, we're Varsity." Then, the two left the restaurant.

"Those two sound like really tough opponents," Ace told me. "We'll need to be careful."

"I know," I replied. "But with the Special Training we've done, we'll at least stand toe to toe with them."

After stuffing ourselves with pizza and ice cream, we left the restaurant and I looked up to see the full moon shining in the sky.

"That looks beautiful, doesn't it?" I said to Ace.

"It sure does," she replied after taking a look. "But we need to get to sleep if we're gonna win that match tomorrow. No use staring at the view. Let's go."

As we walked across the corridor separating our rooms, we talked about a lot of stuff - so much stuff that we lost rack of the time. We said our good nights and I turned away to step into my room.

As I tucked myself into bed, I looked forward to my last match in the Seniors and all of my interesting opponents in Varsity. I smiled at my racket before resting it on the table next to me and fell asleep.

I really don't have much to say here, but things really get heated up from here on out.

~Have a great day, week, fortnight, month, whatever~