At a high-end yakiniku restaurant in Tokyo, the Fudomine Middle School tennis team—freshly crowned regional champions—was gathered for a celebration dinner.
Kamio and Ishida stared at the menu full of premium meat cuts, swallowing hard. Kamio glanced at their captain across the table. "Captain Kippei, are we really allowed to order stuff this expensive?"
"Yeah, you sure you brought enough money? I don't wanna end up washing dishes here."
But before Kippei could answer, the restaurant's sliding door opened. A young woman with long black hair down to her waist, a curvy figure, a straw hat, sunglasses, and a mask walked in.
"Everyone, eat as much as you like," she said brightly. "I've booked the entire restaurant today. Since you're all underage, I can't let you drink, but aside from that—everything's on me!"
Even though her face was hidden, just from her voice and figure alone, Kamio and Shinji could tell—she was definitely a beauty.
While the Fudomine members were still wondering who she was and why she was treating them, An Tachibana ran up with a cheerful look, grabbing the woman's arm affectionately.
"Yaka-nee! What are you doing here? If someone recognizes you, it'll cause a commotion! And didn't you say you still had work today?"
"It's fine, An. I disguised myself a bit before coming. Besides, your team won the regional championship, right? I heard my adorable little brother played amazingly! How could I possibly miss such an important occasion? Work? Schedules? I canceled them all. It's not like our family's short on money anyway."
Hearing such a wildly irresponsible statement, An could only cover her face in exasperation.
When she noticed the Fudomine members staring curiously at them, An turned to her. "Yaka-nee, is it okay to tell them?"
Instead of answering, the woman smiled confidently, removing her hat, sunglasses, and mask. Under everyone's stunned gaze, she introduced herself gracefully.
"Nice to meet you, everyone from Fudomine Middle School. My name is Wenren Yaka. Yes, as you've probably guessed from the surname, that's right—Seiya is my younger brother.
He can be quite mischievous at times, so thank you all for taking care of him."
Despite coming from a wealthy family and being a national-level celebrity, Yaka showed not the slightest hint of arrogance. Her poise and warmth immediately lit up the room.
After a few seconds of stunned silence, the Fudomine team collectively exploded in shock.
"Wenren Yaka! That superstar Yaka!?"
"No way! She's Seiya's sister!? I always thought they just happened to have the same surname!"
They'd known Seiya came from a good family—but none of them had imagined that Japan's national idol herself was his actual sister!
As the room descended into chaos, Seiya immediately thought about fleeing before his social death grew any worse.
But just as he stood up, a faint scent of gardenia surrounded him—and the next thing he knew, he was being pulled into a warm embrace by none other than the long-haired national idol herself.
She patted his head affectionately like a little kid. "My little Seiya really is amazing. Those tennis coaches we hired before were total frauds!
Hmph, saying my Seiya had no talent for tennis—Mom was right to fire them all! I'll get you a few top-notch foreign coaches soon, okay?"
As a transmigrator, Seiya's mental age was far beyond that of an ordinary middle-schooler.
Being pampered by a twenty-something woman in public was mortifying enough—but this time, it was his sister doing it.
It was bad enough when she treated him like this at home—now, in front of his teammates, it was pure humiliation!
He was supposed to be Fudomine's ace! Just earlier that day, he'd looked cool as hell on the court—and now this? How was he supposed to show his face in the club tomorrow!?
But Yaka didn't think she'd done anything wrong. To her, doting on her little brother was only natural.
Her brother had performed wonderfully—so of course, she wanted to praise him! She even thought his red face was just because he was shy.
Originally, Kippei had planned for a simple ramen dinner to celebrate. But once Yaka heard about it, she called An immediately and arranged for everyone to come to this luxury yakiniku restaurant instead.
Being a celebrity with plenty of money, she boldly rented out the entire place to celebrate her brother and his team's victory.
The result? Everyone ate like kings. After all, it's not every day you get to eat all-you-can-eat premium grilled meat at a fully booked restaurant!
And besides the food, many of them even got her autograph.
Seeing how elegant, generous, and stunning Yaka was, Kamio found himself falling in love all over again...
For the Fudomine members, it was a night of pure joy.
For Seiya, though, it was mental torture.
His superstar sister kept feeding him like a kid—and because of that bloodline-level authority she held over him, he couldn't even fight back.
All he could do was die socially again and again under everyone's watchful eyes.
By the end of the meal, Seiya was completely exhausted—body and soul.
Meanwhile, Yaka was happily rewatching the match footage, asking An for copies.
"Captain, I'd like to take three days off—no, make that a week! You know why."
As they left the restaurant, Seiya immediately asked Kippei for a week off.
He figured if he stayed low for about a week, maybe—just maybe—everyone would forget what happened tonight.
There was no way he could face the others so soon after such a brutal social death.
"No," Kippei replied firmly. "Even though I sympathize with you, as captain, I can't approve that. The Nationals are coming up soon—you know that as well as I do.
We beat Seigaku this time largely thanks to luck."
Both Seiya and Kippei knew that was true. At their current level, Fudomine still wasn't as strong as Seigaku.
If it hadn't been for some clever plays—and the fact that Seigaku's second doubles team was Momoshiro and Kaidoh—it might've been them who lost instead.
(End of Chapter)
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