The tennis match {241}

Time skip

The sun was high in the sky, It cast a warm light over the pristine tennis court.

Keitaro was seen on the end of the court, his racket in his right hand, he had a feint smirk on his face.

As he bounced the ball on the floor, he glanced at his opponent at the other end of the field.

Satoru could be seen on the other end of the field, the man's eyes gleamed under the sunlight, Satoru had refused to put on his blindfold, he wanted to have them off for this match.

Just in case, plus there was no harm in being able to see more...right?

"Stop cheating! It's my turn to serve. The score is add-out, and I was the last to score a point. I am serving, unless you've forgotten how tennis is played."

Satoru teased, and Keitaro tossed the ball to his friend before saying.

"I am only 24...give me a break"

"Hum, actually, you're 24 in a few months," Satoru said in a nerd voice. Oh, this guy was annoying. Keitaro would choke him, but he couldn't do that now.

Well, it was 2014... it was a new year, and he was different from himself a couple of years back.

As Satoru caught the ball, he spun the ball on his finger, Keitaro watched as the ball glowed with a red color.

Oh...well dam.

"Man, are you ready to lose, Keitaro?" The man said before tossing the ball into the air.

"Funny you say that" Keitaro shot back, flexing his shoulder a bit.

His grip on the racket getting a bit tighter.

Curse energy begins flowing in his muscles.

"I was just about to ask you the same thing. Try not to cry when I wipe the floor with you."

And the match started just like this.

Satoru served the ball at a blindingly fast speed, the shot seemed to be enhanced with a precise application of red.

It didn't even bounce and if Keitaro dodged it, it would go off-bound, instead, it would just hit the line, which means it would still be considered in.

Keitaro teleported just behind the ball's trajectory, using his cursed technique to wrap the space enough so that he appeared there in time and then hit the ball back.

A perfect counter really.

"Nice try," he teased.

Satoru grinned. "Oh, it's on."

And from then on, the game just escalated, like no other.

As the match went on, it became more and more ridiculous.

As Keitaro was about to hit the ball, he watched as the ball seemed to almost be pulled toward the floor with such force that it was unnatural, as the ball bounced once and was about to bounce twice.

Keitaro saw it... Satoru had placed a blue on the floor... This cheeky bastard.

Using his teleportation seal over Satoru blu, Keitaro managed to imbue the blue with rct.....and when a blue gets filled with Rct.

The red propelled the ball just high enough for Keitaro to smack the ball with so much force that it almost went out of bounds.

Having a curse technique that was quite familiar to Gojo meant that at some level, a very small level, he could semi-influence it, the blue Gojo had made was about the size of a needle pin, so it was quite easy to manipulate it.

Any bigger than a tennis ball and that shit becomes impossible as Satoru can probably counter it.

Satoru used blue in order to enhance his speed, he arrived where the ball was going to land, but as he was about to hit the ball with his racket, the ball moved, and teleported behind his racket.

As the ball was just mear inches away from bouncing twice, Satoru created a mini blue near his racket, using all the blue suction force to suck the bull.

The ball just like a magnet when metal is nearby, came rushing toward Satoru.

Satoru then hit the ball with his racket, at the last second of impact, he imbued the ball with a red.

As the ball left his racket...the sound barrier was broken....this game was getting way too serious for just a tennis game.

Keitaro teleported in front of the ball, his racket tightly gripped in his hand, using his curse energy, he reinforced his racket and then.

*Bam*

The ground cracked underneath the force being applied to it, if Keitaro did not have a head on his shoulder, this blow would have done a lot of damage to him.

He was taking a lot of damage.

By damage, he meant his clothes were being ripped.

Keitaro decided to take the ball into the subspace where he stored his items.

He then rapidly made a swinging motion, and the ball came out of the space with more speed, especially with Keitaro enhancement, The wind seemed to have been imbued into the ball.

That wasn't an overstatement...Keitaro was....in sage mode.

Satoru not one to back down from a challenge, imbue his racket with blue...basically sucking the ball into his racket.

As the tennis ball touched his racket...both red and blue...smashed against each other to create.....

'This is still a tennis game...right?' Keitaro thought to himself as the tennis-sized hollow purple went past his head at lightning speed and exploded about 100 feet from the court.

"That's my win..." Keitaro said.

Satoru just smiled a bit.

"Well I am in the lead again.....90-80, maybe you will catch up soon"

Satoru happiness vanished, the man took his black sweater in the back, holding it over his shoulder, his hair was slightly damp, probably his sweat.

He had on, a black wife beater or just a sleeveless shirt, and he had on some long black pants alongside a black belt.

Though the man did look annoyed.

A/N....