Prince of Tennis: It's my system. My victory depends entirely on the host.

Kanagawa in August still did not escape the summer heat. The scorching sun baked the ground fiercely and the air was so stuffy that people did not want to go out. Once they walked out, they would sweat profusely.

Marui Bunta sat in the cake shop, enjoying the cool air conditioning and eating strawberry cake out of boredom.

The live broadcast of the Australian Open final was being played on the wall near the counter. There were no customers in the cake shop and it was exceptionally quiet. Marui Fumita could clearly hear the final result broadcast on TV.

"The final winner of the Australian Open final is Ryoma Echizen. Let us congratulate Mr. Echizen for winning the trophy!" The host on TV cheered and held the shining golden trophy in front of Ryoma Echizen.

Looking at Yukimura Seiichi who was smiling and standing next to Echizen Ryoma, Marui Bunta had no expression on his face. He just stirred the strawberry cake in his hand. The tempting cake was in a mess in his hands, which made people lose their appetite just by looking at it.

"Bunta pig, if you keep doing this, the cake will have to be thrown into the trash can!" A familiar joke came to his ears, and Marui Bunta looked at the uninvited white-haired fox with a curled mouth.

"What? Senior Taneshima is willing to let you out on your rare vacation?" Marui Bunta said sarcastically, looking at the listless white-haired fox.

When Niou Masaharu heard what Marui Bunta said, he didn't even raise his eyelids. He just leaned on the counter and listened attentively to the broadcast on TV.

At this time, the presenter had already presented the trophy to Echizen Ryoma and started presenting the trophy to the runner-up. The silver trophy looked dull compared to the gold, and the design was also perfunctory, as if it was designed by a random amateur with no aesthetic appeal.

Yes, everyone's focus is on the first place, who would care about the second place? Competitive sports are so cruel.

Marui Bunta looked at Yukimura Seiichi on the podium with a decent smile on his face. He was gentle and polite like a modest gentleman. Losing the competition and getting second place didn't seem to affect his mood. He even had a pleasant conversation with the first place winner.

But when Marui Bunta saw Yukimura Seiichi like this, he only felt depressed and oppressed. His young minister should not look like such a noble young man who was as calm and indifferent as a chrysanthemum.

What should Marui Bunta's impression of Yukimura Seiichi be like? Marui Bunta recalled the boy who wore a green sweatband and a khaki team uniform, and looked like a king who looked down on the world wherever he stood, and his eyes suddenly became moist.

"Bunta, you said it would be great if I hadn't lost that match!" Niou Masaharu's hoarse voice rang in his ears. Marui Bunta saw the same watery light in his eyes and said to himself, "Who said it wasn't true? It would have been great if we hadn't lost!"

Today is August 8rd, an unforgettable day, the day they were dethroned from their thrones. Niou Masaharu would come to drink with Marui Bunta every day on this day.

On this day, the two would make an appointment to play a game of tennis at the tennis club, then buy a lot of alcohol at the convenience store and go to Marui Bunta's house to get drunk.

After taking his tennis bag from the lounge, Bunta Marui handed everything in the store to another clerk and drove to a club near his home with Masaharu Niou.

After finishing the warm-up exercises carefully, Marui Bunta took the opportunity to walk to the tennis court next to him and watched the white-haired fox slowly walk to the other side with the familiar hunched back and lazy look.

Niou complained about Marui Bunta under the still-hot sun, "Marui Bunta is a pig, you are so lazy, why don't you just get fat to death!"

Marui Bunta ignored Niou's complaints and raised his hand to send a high-speed ball straight to Niou's baseline.

Niou, who had not yet stood up straight, saw the fierce serve, his eyes became dazzled, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, he took a step back and casually hit Marui Banta's serve back.

"Bunta pig, you have no martial ethics. I'm not ready yet." Niou threw the bubble gum that he had just snatched from Marui Bunta into his mouth, then bent his legs slightly, in an attacking posture.

Marui Bunta caught Niou's return ball and was surprised by the power of the ball. After not seeing this stinky fox for a while, his strength had increased.

But you are not the only one who has made progress. Marui Bunta let the tennis ball stay on the racket for three seconds and then quickly hit it back.

The already heavy tennis ball gained more power after Marui Bunta's moves and started to make a whistling sound.

When Niwang saw that this ball was not simple, he quickly turned sideways, and the tennis ball hit Niwang's feet in an instant.

The tennis ball rubbed against the ground quickly and bounced onto the wire mesh behind Niou, making a sharp sound, leaving a deep black mark on the tennis court.

Niou showed interest in the heavy ball hit by Marui Bunta, and raised the corner of his mouth, "Bunta pig, not bad, playing with me with weights, can you sustain a round with your physical strength?"

Marui Bunta glanced at the wristband on Niou's hand and raised his brows, "Same here, same here, the wristband on your hand is not like a weight."

The two of them were arguing with each other while playing ball back and forth.

Originally, Niou's tennis skills were better than Marui Bunta's, but due to Niou's reversed work day and night schedule, Niou did not have as much free time as Marui Bunta and neglected physical exercise.

Now, Bunta Marui's tennis skills have surpassed Nio. In most cases, the results of their matches are 6:4 or 7:5, with Bunta Marui being the former and Nio being the latter.

After playing a game, the two men were sweating profusely and lying on the ground panting.

Niou Yazhi looked at the street lights above his head, which were so bright that he couldn't open his eyes. After exercising his body, he felt tired.

"Bunta Pig, tell me, if we hadn't lost in junior high school, would things be different now?" Niou propped up his head with his hands and looked at Marui Bunta who was lying on the other side.

Marui Bunta was stunned for a moment, then he stood up and sat on the ground, propping himself up with his hands, looking at the sparse stars in the sky, and said calmly: "You know, there is no such thing as if in the world."

Maruta looked indifferent on the surface, but in fact, he was holding on to the ground with his hands tightly grasping the ground, and veins on his hands were bulging.

Niou Masaharu gave a wry smile and looked up at the night sky. The two did not speak any more.

In fact, the two knew that regretting now seemed like they were unable to let go of the past and could not accept failure.

But how could they accept it? One wanted to play a prank on the opponent, but lost his composure when the opponent evolved and was overtaken by the opponent; the other was physically exhausted due to the opponent's delay, and lost control under the opponent's synchronization aura and was defeated by the opponent's immature synchronization.

The failure of the two forced Yukimura Seiichi, who had resumed training early due to surgery, to play against a cheating kid. He was also mocked by the kid and was unhappy playing tennis.

Marui Bunta and Nioh felt very uncomfortable seeing the defeated Yukimura and his opponent's ridicule of the minister.

How did Echizen Ryoma understand the pain of struggling on the brink of death, and how did he understand the sweat and hard work behind becoming a king.

Rikkai University's title as the king was built upon the blood and sweat of many predecessors who won fourteen consecutive games in Kanto, and was earned under the leadership of Yukimura, Sanada Yanagi, who created a dynasty of three consecutive championships.

During the three years of junior high school, regardless of the seasons, whether it was sunny or rainy, the members of the tennis club never slacked off in their training.

The king's teacher is never just empty words!

Happy tennis, you, Ryoma Echizen, won the game, of course you can say this, because history is written by the winners.

But these ridicules should not be borne by Yukimura Seiichi, but it is these members of the club who have disappointed the club captain!

Regardless of the fact that they were about to undergo surgery and were eagerly looking forward to Kanto's 15th consecutive victory or the national championship for the third time in a row, they did not fulfill the promises they made to Minister Yukimura.

Marui Bunta, who accidentally came across Yukimura's rehabilitation training, stood outside the training room but did not have the courage to open the door.

Through the window on the door, Marui Bunta could see the ferocity and sweat on Yukimura's face due to training. Marui Bunta had never seen Yukimura in such a miserable state before.

In front of his fellow club members, Yukimura has always been a domineering, reliable, and unyielding role model.

The mature, wise minister is actually the second youngest in the ministry.

Because of the early rehabilitation training, Yukimura's body was not in good shape, and he only recovered 80% of his strength in the national competition.

Later, he went to the U17 training camp, and the hard training left hidden dangers for Yukimura's body. This led to Yukimura spending half of his time recuperating and the other half playing games on the world stage.

Such frequent injuries and competitions made Yukimura's body more fragile.

This Australian Open is Yukimura's last competition, and Yukimura is trying his best to put a perfect end to his career.

However, in the semi-finals, Yukimura was injured again and was unable to exert his full strength in the final.

This scene was just like the national competition that year, just as helpless!

Bunta Marui and Masaharu Niou packed up their things and drove back to Bunta Marui's apartment building. The two men, who were in a bad mood, bought more than 20 bottles of beer this time. The two men, who usually never drink, opened the bottles and started drinking as soon as they got home.

After drinking the bitter beer, the two began to blame each other.

"Stinky fox, if you weren't so playful, we would have won three consecutive championships. You said that Fuji was so powerful. You were almost as strong as Liu in the department. How could you lose to someone who didn't care about winning or losing?"

Marui Bunta grabbed Niou's face and pulled it apart. Niou was not to be outdone and pulled Marui Bunta's hair to fight back.

"How dare you say that to me? Didn't you say you were a genius? How come you can't even play basketball when you meet a sync?"

The two of us were like kindergarten kids, you hit me and I scratched you, then we rolled and fought on the ground.

The two were so busy venting their frustration that they didn't notice that the bookcase next to them was about to collapse under their crazy beating.

Marui Bunta hit the bookcase with his arm again, and the bookcase fell on the two men. The two drunk men both lost consciousness under the heavy blow of the bookcase, and blood slowly flowed out from under the bookcase.

At this moment, a transparent panel suddenly appeared in the center of the room.

001 looked at the scene in the room and the codes started to fly around. This...

001 surrounded Bun'ei Marui Bunta and Niou Masaharu in panic. As it had no physical form, it could only watch the two people lose their breath in front of it.

Remembering the gift package given by the big boss System 01 he met when he went out, 001 hurriedly looked through the props inside, and finally found the time-traveling prop in the corner of the gift package.

The panicked 001 threw the prop directly at Marui Bunta, but he didn't throw it accurately, and the prop flew to the hands of Marui Bunta and Niou Masaharu.

Now both of them began to turn into light spots and disintegrated in the air.

The prop was originally intended for one person, but when two people were brought back in time, errors began to occur. The time was constantly adjusted and finally stopped at 20 years ago.

001 stared at the scene in front of him in a daze. Seeing that he had made another mistake, 001 was in great pain.

In order to complete the mission, 001 had to grit his teeth and catch up with Marui Bunta and attach himself to him. As for the other person, 001 didn't know what to do. He could only consult the boss system for a solution when the time comes!