Late March, a season of blooming flowers and singing warblers, when spring breathes life into the world.
Under the warm sun and a gentle breeze, Seigaku welcomed its annual new school year.
Thanks to their victory in last year's National Championships, Seigaku's reputation had soared, attracting a flood of transfer students—a staggering 20% of the incoming class! This unprecedented surge set a new record in the school's history.
The remaining 80% were students who had advanced seamlessly from Seigaku Elementary.
Worth mentioning—QP had returned a week before school started.
Growth spurts had boosted his base stats to Level 10 across the board, which in turn improved Yoru's own abilities—though neither had yet reached Level 15 in their base stats.
The two arrived at the school gates the moment they opened, eager to step inside.
"You came this early just to see the new students... or rather, the new female students?"
QP rolled his eyes as Yoru stared intently at every girl in casual clothes.
Since coming to Japan, QP had become more emotionally expressive—his once-stoic demeanor now colored by subtle reactions. Surprisingly, far from weakening his playstyle, this emotional depth had only strengthened his foundation.
As Leitner once said: "True perfection includes emotion."
Yoru stood up, nudging QP to follow.
"Watching from here isn't fun. Let's walk around—I bet we'll charm all the girls~"
QP couldn't resist asking: "If you like girls so much, why not get a girlfriend? Plenty write you love letters."
"Appreciating beauty and dating are two different things. Besides, I'm not interested in a relationship right now."
"So you're just being a tease?"
"Rude! I'm seeking a soul connection!"
"Or maybe you're just too scared to ask someone out?"
"QP, you've changed. You're so mean now—you're not my loyal pup anymore~"
Yoru feigned heartbreak as they bantered, strolling through campus.
Around them, freshmen wandered nervously, their eyes filled with a mix of anticipation and unease for their new middle school life.
"Yoru!"
"That's Seigaku's tennis captain, Yoru!"
"And that's QP next to him—the European prodigy!"
"It's really them! They've gotten taller, but it's definitely them!"
"So handsome—even more than on TV!"
After a growth spurt, Yoru now stood nearly 180 cm, matching QP's height.
Soon, a crowd of blushing girls surrounded them.
Heart racing but smiling, Yoru greeted them: "Welcome to Seigaku."
"Ahhh! Yoru-senpai talked to us!"
"So cool! I wanna water the ground again~"
"Please, have some dignity!"
The girls squealed as Yoru waved and walked away with QP.
Once out of earshot, QP deadpanned: "No need to hold back now. They're gone."
"Pfft—HAHAHA!" Yoru burst out laughing. "That feeling of being adored? Absolutely amazing!"
QP sighed, ignoring his overexcited friend.
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"Yoru-senpai!"
A young, familiar voice called out. They turned to see Tezuka, his once-golden hair now a soft tea-brown, jogging toward them.
Yoru immediately ruffled his hair. "So soft~"
QP nodded. "Tezuka, finished registration?"
"Yes, Class 1-1... Senpai, I'm not a kid anymore."
"Denied. Your hair's too soft~"
Tezuka struggled futilely as Yoru kept petting him.
Nearby, a boy with jet-black hair (stubborn yet hardworking by appearance) watched them intently.
"So that's Seigaku's captain, Yoru-senpai... His popularity is insane."
Thud!
Someone bumped into him from behind.
"S-Sorry! I didn't see you!"
"Nah, my bad. I wasn't looking!"
The black-haired boy turned to see a redhead with a band-aid on his cheek, grinning playfully.
Just then, a bespectacled boy walked past, muttering into a notebook:
"Yoru, Seigaku's tennis captain. Chinese descent. Led Seigaku to Nationals victory last year. Currently hailed as the best middle school player in Japan—undefeated in official matches."
"QP, full name unknown. German prodigy who joined mid-season. Considered one of Seigaku's twin pillars. Also undefeated."
The two boys gaped. "That strong?!"
Elsewhere, a handsome, flaxen-haired boy walked with an elegant woman (likely his sister).
"I'll leave you here. Make friends, okay? I'll pick you up after school. Which class?"
"1-6, sis."
"1-6? No way, me too!" The redhead spun around, beaming.
The flaxen-haired boy smiled warmly. "Let's go together then. Nice to meet you."
"Awesome! Can't believe we're classmates!"
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"I'M GONNA BE LATE!"
A thick-browed, earnest-looking boy sprinted past Yoru's group.
Yoru blinked, struck by his familiarity.
His gaze then drifted to the fateful encounters unfolding under the cherry blossoms—Tezuka, the black-haired boy, the redhead, the bespectacled analyst, and the flaxen-haired newcomer.
A knowing smile crossed his lips.
"A destined meeting..."
Like stars aligning in the night sky, like dust particles colliding in the vastness of space—this was fate's design.
He hadn't expected to witness Seigaku's future so soon.
Each of these boys had solid potential, though their current skills were lacking. Tezuka already stood leagues ahead.
But that was fine.
If even Kawasaki (that scrub) could reach 6-star level under his training, these prodigies would soar even higher.
"What are you looking at?" QP asked.
Yoru grinned. "Seigaku's future."
"Future?"
QP followed his gaze to the boys beneath the sakura tree, their youth radiating promise.
"Those kids?"
He knew Yoru could see talent others couldn't.
"For you to call them 'the future'..." QP murmured, intrigued.
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