I just escaped from that idiot old man and took another look at the poster of Prince of Tennis on the roadside. Why did the idiot who robbed the bank shoot me with a gun? A good young man who was loved by everyone and had flowers blooming just left this beautiful world. Wait, what did that little pretty-faced King of Hell say about reborn me and let me go to the world of the King of Tennis? Why are you in such a hurry? The terms have not been negotiated yet. Hey, don't try to trick me~~~~~~