Tennis Will Cure Your Chuunibyou

The spring he entered his third year of middle school, the world of Ikushima Shima changed beyond recognition. His older sister stabbed out one of her own eyes with a pen. "There’s no way high schoolers would gamble like gangsters on campus." Rap battles replaced guns as the weapons of a new age. "If that’s a metaphor for words being bullets, I can get behind it." An asteroid was about to hit Earth, and the world was on the brink of destruction. "So you really believe in things like the Mayan prophecy..." The ultimate pretty boy had a power sealed in his bandaged hand, one capable of devouring the entire universe. "Here’s Shiraishi’s email. He can explain Kansai humor to you himself." Ever since the last day of his second year of middle school, everything had started to go wrong. Who was special enough, distinctive enough, bold enough, and trustworthy enough? The person around him whose life had changed the most dramatically was, of course "Atobe, I can’t see the special effects when you play tennis anymore! No skulls or skeletons, no scenes of the court freezing over, and the asteroid, dinosaurs, and black hole have all disappeared too!" "I’ve been meaning to ask you this for a while, but what exactly are you talking about, Ikushima-san?" Atobe looked conflicted. "Is tennis really supposed to be like that?" Theme: Youth is all about charging ahead.