Match 2: Old Friends and Game
"Hey, who are these punks?" Irie asked, shocked at the fact that Echizen actually knew these guys.
Kintaro laughed. "Punks? Hey, Koshimae, I got your message! Now do you have a challenge?"
Ryoma nodded, very eager, ignoring the fact his older brother was snickering at the nickname "Koshimae."
Tezuka raised an eyebrow a bit. "So, what happened to the others?"
"Beat them to the ground." Atobe smirked. "So, are we going to play or not?"
Ryoma only smirked.
Yukimura's smile was still lethal and deadly as he walked onto the courts, his jersey flowing on his shoulders.
Irie couldn't stop smiling.
"So, why's his jersey like that?" Tokugawa asked Ryoma, in curiosity of the jersey.
"Hey, he's not called the Demigod for nothing."
A sudden chill filled the air.
It was exactly twenty minutes after the match started till Yukimura won.
6-0.
Irie was left there, panting.
Ryoma smile didn't fade one bit.