Masho no Otoko wo Mezashimasu

menting their action anymore in my heart and checked the whereabouts of the returned ball.

……This is…

The ball that went up high seemed to have gained more distance than I expected and came to my place, where I did the serve.

Well… it can’t it be helped, right?

I hit the ball directly in time.

The ball went into the opponent courts without touching anyone.

After a moment of silence, the whistle at the end of the match rang. 

And loud applause raised.

「”Hatano-kun is the strongestー!”」

「”The boys from class-2 did their best, didn’t they?”」

「”If you get hurt, I’ll treat you, so come to meー! I, I’m not going to do anything nasty! I mean, I’m a health committee member, so…”」 

「”I was impressed that both teams worked hard!”」

As usual, the audiences were talking about something that didn’t make sense …

Well, as long as they enjoyed it….

However, there were some people who were not satisfied with just having a good match.

I looked at those people… the boys from Class-2. Amongst the boys from class-2 who lost and frustrated by the result, there stood boys from class-1. They were praising each other for the good fights… No, they were hurting the losers even more.

“Did you understand now? The difference between our group…”

“Stop your cheeky mouth, You’re the losing dogs here.”

“F**k! you just win once, and you already became so arrogant…”

As what the boys from class-2 said, they didn’t really have the right to be that arrogant.

“Even if it’s only once, a win is still a win, isn’t it? If you honestly apologize for what you’ve done so far, I’ll forgive you.”

“Hmmph! We are not defeated by you!”

“What’s nonse…”

“Look at that!”

That said, the boys from Class-2 pointed their fingers somewhere.

Beyond that, there was a scoreboard showing that the winner was Class-1.

So, the boys from Class-1 shook their heads and looked at the boys.

“Did your eyes go blind? Isn’t it showing our victory?”

Upon hearing the words, the boys from class-2 laughed.

“Don’t you notice it yet? As expected, the boys in class-1 are not a big deal.”

“What did you say?!”

“Of course, that shows our loss, but we didn’t lose to class-1 teams! We lost to the Tyrant, Kohaky Hatano! Most of the points are due to Hatano! Other than that, we’re equal… No, it’s no exaggeration to say that we were better than you guys!”

And, the other boys from class-2 added,

“That’s right! Even if you say win as a team, you’re actually only relied on Hatano!”

“If you fight without Hatano, you’ll definitely lose… You know it too, so stop making excuses.”

Of course, the boys from my class, who had a high pride, easily provoked.

“… Apparently, I think we need to be thoroughly let them know their place.”

“Yeah, let’s play another game and let them know! Hatano! You don’t have to play this time!”

Well, do you guys plan to do it again?… But, isn’t it impossible because it’s a tournament? I mean, there a need to follow the schedule, right?

I turned to the teacher who was the referee, and the teacher returned a thumbs-up with a nice smile.

…… Apparently, it was okay to do a rematch.

Still, a rematch huh… Well, it sounds pretty interesting …

But,..
good luck!… I’m going to cheer for girls of our class!