Forgive me for not uploading as of the last two weeks, the following occurred to me:

1. I had to go somewhere on the 1st week, and I had a lack of access to the computer there.

2. I had a debate tourney on the 2nd week.

3. I got lazy the other hours, and wanted to do other things

Also, in reply to some of my comments... I haven't done a good job in developing my characters, but please try to use your imagination, because I'm bad at describing a group of people, and I have their backgrounds later. These past 5 chapters are like a prologue...

"He's only letting this match last 14 minutes. Absolutely no melody in such methods," Feder commented.

"If he pulls it off, it'll be a national record," Riki told his team. However, the message wasn't getting passed many as the crowd was still chanting and cheering over and over.

"It'll buh enotho recor fo hem," said a full-mouthed Zenke.

Riki looked at him for a several seconds with a blank face. "What?" he decided to randomly ask.

Zenke swallowed hard. "You understood every word of that captain."

"Do I now?" he smiled. It was difficult to tell if he was kidding or if he really didn't know. "Although he's seen through our bluff, it still doesn't changed the fact we're going to wipe the floor with these dummies."

"He's taking a long time," Feder said. "You sure he'll pull it off Captain?"

"Yes. He's set records in Yokohama for the most amount of consecutive aces in a game set at 14. He only needs 12 for him, and plus, his service games ends no more than 1.5 minutes. It'll be fine," the confident man responded. "Look, he just blew away his racket."

It was true. The racket of the opponent went across the court to the fence.

"GAME SAITO! 1 GAME TO LOVE!" declared the just herald.

"OH BABY!" yelled out Saito, the crowd roared. They continually cheered for their beloved vice-captain to the point where the duration of their cheers seemed inhuman, possessed, almost as though as if they were drugged on infinite dosages of testosterone.

"My turn..." said Saito. He tossed the ball in the air as if it was floating upwards with a tiny bit of rotation, and began to slow in its hopeful rise to the skies, and succumbed to the force of gravity, and as it began to lose hope, the ball rest of it was wiped away in one fell swoop, like the immense fortune of a powerful man falling beneath him, leaving only poverty to look forward to. (Hey, my first simile)

The ball crashed to the other side at 215km/h. (that doesn't pass the neo scud serve i think...)

"15-LOVE!"

A storm had arrived...

"30-LOVE!"

Clearly, no one could stop it.

"40-LOVE!"

"78 sec has passed in the service game," commented Feder.

"GAME SAITO! 2 GAMES TO LOVE!"

Through the 13 minutes and 43 seconds of a supposed match, which was nothing more of a massacre that the crowd had just witnessed, those favoring Seishiren, never quieted... (I know, i could've said that in such a mind affecting way...)
"GAME SAITO! 6 GAMES TO ..."

"OH BABY!" Saito interrupted. He had no intentions of listening to the score, what was important, was that he won. "C'MON!!!" He continuously pumped his arms, stood up, motioned his body by hopping tiny steps on one leg and throwing his arm in one direction. Then repeated for the other side of the crowd. He looked out, lifted his right arm, which was holding the racket, and the intimidating tall slender man chucked his racket in a random direction of the crowd. Ironically, he hit a Rikkaidai scouter...

A fortunate man of 31, who was the parent of a member of the Seishiren tennis club, obtained the racket and took it home. He gave it to his son, who hung it on the wall of his room. The scouter lost half of the memory of the match from the hit, but is perfectly fine, but had difficulty explaining the stuff he wrote down. Saito set a national record for the shortest match played that day. Seishiren reached one of the fastest finishes against another school in the record, following Rikkaidai, which set the first three time records. (don't think i said that right...)

The regulars of the two schools got together at the net, and when they decided to bow, both teams looked at each other for a second, and both said, "Bastards...," to the other in unison.

The Whim brothers started to chuckle, Saito flashed anger again, Riki arched an eyebrow, for he was the only person who decided not to say anything, and was also the most likely person to comment in this situation, and the other three remained passive.