Li Mubai, the thirty-second-generation sword cultivator of Changbai Mountain, can kill a man in ten steps and leave no trace after a thousand miles. He is a freewheeling wanderer of the jianghu who can down three hundred cups of wine.
Dashing and unrestrained, with a red silk ribbon and white robes, a swordsman.
In the jianghu, everyone is hailed as a prodigy.
That's how it is in the game.
But nobody said I'd turn into a character from the game!
Reborn into a max-level character, Li Mubai thinks he's gotten a pretty good deal, until...
He discovers that his soul-bound sword has turned into a tennis racket.
Li Mubai: ?
Is something wrong with you?!
What kind of swordsman uses a tennis racket, hey!
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Someone even more pretentious than Atobe has arrived at Hyotei.
He wears a red silk ribbon in his hair and a white robe, gazing at the moon with a wistful, lonely look.
Everyone says, "That's a tennis racket in your hand."
But he replies, "A sword is in a swordsman's heart. What in his hand can't be a sword?"
Tennis, too, is like a sword.
A Sword Comes from the West:
"Three thousand guests are drunk on flowers in the hall; one sword chills fourteen provinces."
The tennis ball streaks through the air in a dazzling, breathtaking arc. Flecks of pale gold shimmer along its path, dreamlike and real all at once, like the heavenly blossoms seen by three thousand drunken guests amid a splendid feast.
Li Mubai stands right where he is, his white robes as pure as snow, only the red silk ribbon at his hair swaying gently.
Hyotei: He's so pretentious.
Li Mubai: Who gets it? My legs are shaking like a sieve just from putting on that act.
Theme: Culture above all
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Genichiro's Crybaby Younger Brother Is Secretly Grinding Away Again Today
Rikkai, but It's a Tennis RPG Simulator
Tennis Set in a Mafia World
The Strategist's Cursed Technique-Using Younger Brother, Who Also Plays Tennis