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"Yumi-chin~!!!" Ayumi choked in surprise as her uncle suddenly hugged her from behind. He lovingly rubbed his cheek against her while Ayumi furiously tried to get away.
"L-Let me gooooo!" She whined and pushed Satoru's face away from her.
"I'm so proud of you, you actually worked out!!! I knew you were amazing."
Ayumi finally slipped out her uncles grasp and jumped onto Ryoma and hugged him breathing hard.
"Dammit, that wasn't necessary!" She angrily spoke in English. But her anger rises when she saw her uncle staring at everyone in the room with a different expression. She opened her mouth to shout at him but stopped immediately when he started to speak.
"I have an important message with you all."
AYUMI P.O.V.
The dinning room became immediately quiet as all the males turned their attention to my uncle. I quietly slipped into a seat at the table where all of my teammates sat.
Ryoma follows my example and slowly slipped into the empty chair next to me. He gave me a small squeeze on my shoulder before looking at Satoru-San.
"I hope you're all aware that this is the number one camp for teens like you," majority of the people nodded their heads as the tall dark haired male spoke, "We've had multiple pros created at this camp, because of this reason I was chosen to pick a group of young adults who will participate in the World Tennis Championship as Japan's representative."
My eyes widen in shock as I heard the news. World Championship? All the males around me muttered with each other in excitement hearing the news.
"I'm out."
My head snaps towards the voice in shock, why would someone say no? I was going to question but stopped myself when I figured it was Yamato-San who spoke up.
"I knew the World Championship was coming up, but I honestly don't have time to participate in it, I also have some people I need to meet during that time."
Satoru-San nodded in understanding before looking around, "If you're not interested in taking place in the championship you will be allowed to decline it like Yamato did just now. Though if you are interested there are only fifteen spaces, those who prove to be the strongest are the only one who can go."
I paused realizing, "Am I allowed to take place in it since I'm obviously a girl?"
Satoru-San smiled and nodded, "It's uni sex this year to spice it a bit. It's likely you'll end up as the only girl though..."
I nodded in understanding, before waving my hand making Satoru-San continue. A bit bossy but hey, he's my uncle, it's ok.
"Currently we have strings to number 1, from here I'm creating a new string. String number zero."
Hm, Ryoma's in string one right? Does that mean I'm also around one?
"Those who are professionals will automatically go to court number zero, other's..." Satoru-San smirked as he looked around the room, "Will have to crawl up there."
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Wait, since I'm a pro.... So I'm in court zero.... Wow, lucky!
I smirked victoriously at Ryoma who just slapped me playfully on the arm.
"Bastard," he whispered playfully. I just smirked and ignored the name he called me.
"Alright, everything else is the same as the previous years, you are in the same strings so go to your group!"
The noises of the chairs scrapping the ground was heard as people gather to where their group was. I nodded at Ryoma telling him to go, he gave me an uncertain look but walked to the group of high schoolers. My blue eyes narrowed as I saw him stand around a group of monsters.
Rikkai Dai captain, Yukimura Seiichi, vice captain Sanada Genichiro, total of two.
Hyoutei captain Atobe Keigo, and Oshitari Yushi, total of two.
Shitenhouji captain Shiraishi Kuranosuke, Chitose Senri and freshman former super rookie of the west Toyama Kintaro, total of three.
And last school to have first strings, Seigaku captain, Tezuka Kunimitsu, Tensai Fuji Shusuke, and the prince of tennis Echizen Ryoma, total of three.
I inwardly smiled knowing the first string was strong, though a questioned popped in my head.
"What's wrong hime?" A voice questioned me as they wrapped a arm around my shoulder.
I smiled up at the tall dark green haired teen, "Just wondering why there isn't more first string members, it's pretty obvious there are more people who deserve to have the title."
Ryoga-nii looked at the first string, his hazel eyes lingering on his younger brother for a second before he looked down at me.
"Kurobe coach made few members from the first string to be in the lower group to prevent others from being cocky and going up. Aside from this group there's another larger group of high schoolers, though apparently they're training at the mountain right now."
My eyes widen in surprise as the older male mentioned the mountain. Does this mean he is coaching?
"Hm, so the other high-schools will be here as well?" I questioned interestedly.
Ryoga nodded, "After their training in hell they'll be back but you groups of kids," he jutted his chin out to the group of males talking, "Will be the ones who keep the non talented people in place."
I slightly grimaced at his harsh words but nodded, saying they don't have talent is a bit harsh.
"Oi, you two listen," Kazuya whispered from behind us. I turned around and smiled apologetically before paying attention. I frowned slightly, I was surrounded by tall college and high school students who towered over me, I couldn't see my uncle while he talked.
I stretched as much as I could and went on my tiptoes to see him but puffed in annoyance when I didn't succeed. Though I was suddenly lifted off the ground held by my armpits. With surprise I looked at who held me.
"Thank you Oni-San," I smiled at the huge red haired male who nodded at me. He held me but i still could only see a bit, "Can I sit on your shoulders?" I questioned.
The male didn't answer but lifted me onto his shoulders allowing me to sit comfortably. He held my feet with his large hands balancing me while I placed my hands on his head for support.
I grinned happily as I looked down and saw Satoru-San talking. I looked up and saw that if I stretched, my hands could touch the ceiling, enjoying the new experience of being tall I smiled.
"Those who want to go up to string zero must be able to get at least four games from one of the pros to be going to the Championships."
I eyed Ryoma who smirked as he eyed his brother, I waved at him and his eyes widen when he saw me on Oni's shoulder.
"Satoru-San, I will not be able to participate in the Championship," Oni-San suddenly said from underneath me. I looked at the red haired teen in confusion.
"Being here for two month is already tough, I can't leave the children for too long."
Children?! What?!
"Ah, yes, you did open an orphan house did you not?" Satoru-San questioned, "I'm glad you came, though I must ask you to continue to be in the string zero, you'll continue to play and determine who will get to replace you."
Oni-San nodded in understanding. I smiled having a new respect for this man, he must be a good person if he opened a orphan house.
"Actually," the strawberry blond haired man raised his hands as well, "I'm aware that the championships in three months but I have a large test for my medical degree, and that's my first priority right now, I won't be able to take place in the championships either."
Wow, medical degree, impressive.
"Like for Oni, I'll like you to have games and eliminate the unworthy players."
Unworthy and untalented, jeez so negative.
"Satoru-San, no need for you to say it that way, all of these players are worthy to go to the championships, don't call people unworthy just because they can't go to the championship this year," I state with a frown. Everyone stared up at me in surprise, even Satoru-San seemed shocked. I cocked my eyebrow up and placed my hands on my waist, "Well?"
Satoru-San sighed heavily, "None of you are unworthy..." I huffed with triumph and nodded in approval.
So if Irie and Oni-San dropped out there is only four pros left. Ryoga-nii, Kazuya, Tanegashima, and me....
"Anyways, Satoru-San," I spoke up. All eyes went to me once again, many of them stared at me curiously, "How many spots are there?"
My uncle smirked as he placed his hands in his jacket pocket. "Ten spots."
I whistled lightly, "Wow, that's a lot of competition."
"Satoru coach," a new voice spoke up, I looked down at my right and watched as Kazuya stood up from his seat, "Does the four of us automatically have the spots?" I watched as he motioned his hand towards me and the two other male.
My dark haired uncle nodded, "Personally I want to make it fair and make you guys go through a match like the rest but the person who has hired me to chose the Japanese representative specifically named you six, but he told me that if you guys don't want to participate I get to choose people to fill out the rest spots and the ones that will replace you."
I tapped on Oni-san's shoulder, but without me even opening my mouth he gently placed me back on the ground.
"Satoru-San, I'm participateing," I smiled as I walked through small path the males opened up for me. I grinned up at my taller uncle with a confident smile, "And I'm helping the team win the championships."
"I'm expecting you to," the man nodded proudly as he patted my hand, "I'm ending this meeting, the matches start tomorrow, I want the first string and the zero string to stay."
People started to disburse going to their own room. Those who were left all gathered around me and my uncle. Every single males were tall and intimidating compared to me, and honestly it was very nerve racking. I stiffened when a large hand was placed on my shoulder.
"You're nervous," Ryoma stated as his hands traveled to my arm, he pulled me up him and wrapped his long macular arms around me from behind. He placed his chin on my head as he lazily leaned on me.
"You know me so well," I laughed as I leaned into his warmth, even though I was wearing Yukimura-san's jacket it felt nice actually having body heat of someone else.
I looked around at the people and my eyes met with with warm blue orbs. I smiled at Yukimura-San and nod at him. He gave me a smile back it looked a bit strained. I wonder why...
"Listen carefully!" I tore my greenish blue eyes away from Yukimura-San and watched my uncle who stood in front of me, "Like I said there are only ten spots, there were seventeen people when first and zero string were combined, but since Irie, Oni and Yamato can't go we have six spots left. I believe it's likely that people of this group will be those six but remember anyone else an steal your spots, I suggest you have matches early. After you get a spot it's possible it's still possible that it'll be stolen from you."
Ryoma, he'll be able to make it, I'm sure. I leaned against Ryoma and took a deep breath. Though I frowned when an unfamiliar smell was mixed with Ryoma's smell. I quickly realize I was still wearing Yukimura-san's jacket. It was warm but I think I'll be just fine with Ryoma warming me up.
Skillfully untangling Ryoma's long arms from around me I slipped off the Rikkaidai captain's jacket and neatly folded up and placed it on a chair so I won't forget it when I go back to my room. I need to make sure I wash it before I give it back.
I quickly walked back into Ryoma's waiting open arms and snuggled into him. My face buried into his chest as I happily breathed in taking in his smell. Since I was young I always loved the smell of his clothes detergent and now that he wore deodorant and cologne, it made it much better. I have to give Rinko-Obasan credit though.
"You're warm and smell good," I mumbled and nuzzled into his muscular chest. I sighed when I felt vibration on my cheek as he chuckled. I stiffened slightly when he picked me up by my waist and knees, but relaxed when he sat down in a chair. I happily curled into him and closed my eyes tiredly.
"Oi, you two, are you listening?" I sheepishly looked up and smiled at my frowning uncle.
"Sorry Satoru-San, I'm just a bit tired." I smiled and yawned adding affect.
I laughed lightly as I heard a sigh, "Anyways those who want to have a match tomorrow stay, the others are dismissed."
I watched my childhood friend curiously as he stood up still holding me, "Coach, me and Tokugawa tomorrow..."
I grinned at Ryoma, of course he'll want to have a match with Kazuya.... I searched for the older stolid male. My grin grew bigger as I found him at the back of the room. He was usually so stoic but I could see the small gleam in his eyes.
Satoru-San stared at my childhood friend for a second before nodding, "Son, is that alright for you?"
There was an awkward pause in the room. Ah, they must have not known....
"Son...." Ryoma mumbled his hazel eyes wide in shock. I couldn't help but laugh as I saw some of the high schools guys reaction, "Oi, Ayumi... Does that mean...?"
I smiled softly and nodded, "Kazuya is my cousin. He is also the son of my uncle Satoru Kizutani..."
"But is his last name not Tokugawa?" Yukimura-San questioned as he smiled pleasantly.
All attention went to Kazuya and Satoru-San, "I kept my mothers last name because she has no siblings to carry it on." Kazuya sighed, "Anyways coach, I agree with the match."
I smiled and raised my hand, "A match between Ryoga and me."
I eyed the older Echizen who sat in a chair with a cocky smile.
"Aww, does the princess want a match with me?" Ryoga cooed as he bit into an orange he pulled out of his jacket pocket. I still don't understand where he keeps getting those fruits....
I ignored his remark and eyed my uncle who was writing things down, "Ayumi, I don't mind but after the match I want you to go to the mountain and give the old man few things..."
I nodded excitedly, "I'll go! I'll go!"
Satoru-San smiled and looked at everyone else, "Alright you guys are dismissed, those who want a match remember to stay so you can talk to me."
I watched silently as Yukimura and Tezuka Buchou both stood up and calmly walked up to my tall uncle.
"Nee, Ryoma," I whispered lowly catching the tall teen who was still holding me, "Who do you think those two will go against?"
Ryoma followed where my blue green eyes were looking. He had a thoughtful look on his face for a second before looking down at me, "Most likely Tanegashima or Irie, those two are players who are good against those two..."
I nodded interestedly and watch all the first string males gather around Satoru-San.
"KO-SHI-MA-EE!??"
I winced slightly at the loud voice... So loud...
"What?" Ryoma irritatedly questioned as he eyes Kin-chan who was pouting, "Why did you have to have a match with Tokugawa first? Coach said I can't have a match with someone who had one match for the day, I have to wait for until next day! I have nothing to do tomorrow!"
I couldn't help but chuckle at the red heads childish action, it didn't match his looks since he was very tall and had a sharp cat like face.
"Do I look like I care? Cause I really don't, Ayumi I'll take you to your room," Ryoma stated as he walked to the door.
I quickly realize I forgot Yukimura-san's jacket, "Kin-chan! Can you get me the jacket?" I questioned out loud.
The energetic red head seemed to have heard me and grabbed the jacket and easily threw it at me. It landed on my head and covered my vision.
"Thanks! Good night guys!" I yelled and waved goodbye while Ryoma carried me away.
>>TIME SKIPS NEXT MORNING>>
THIRD PERSON P.O.V.
Ayumi energetically woke up in her new room before jumping into a shower and scrubbing away. She slipped on her U-17 uniform not caring as it got wet from her long dark hair. She smiled at herself in the mirror definitely liking the uniform.
Like all the other males uniform, the shirt was red, white and black, the large word Japan right in middle of the shirt. Though unlike the males it wasn't baggy and snuggly fit the well developed female, hugging all of her curves and flat stomach. And replacing the black basketball shorts was a black skirt that was shaped quiet similar to what she wore at her school.
She swiftly curled her eyelashes and added mascara perfectly. With a dab of Chapstick to her lips and running her brush through her long hair she was ready to go. As she ran out of her "room" she slipped on her key necklace and the big chain that contained multiple keys that were for the multiple rooms in the tower.
The dark haired beauty smiled wickedly as got on the elevator and went down.
'A match with someone who can actually beat me!' She mentally thought letting out a giggle.