Yukimura's plan is working exactly as intended. The unbalanced formation confused the opponents and created openings in their combination. Giving himself almost a full singles court's worth of territory limited their ability to target Flayn and forced them to hit more balls to him, hastening the onset of yips. They were his now.

He runs two steps towards the returning ball and throws to a stop to avoid colliding with Flayn, who's also running for the ball and closer to it. It's... outside where she was supposed to have to defend, a fact that leaves him briefly surprised. Surprised and confused. Oh well. Yukimura can't complain; he's already achieved his primary goal in their initial set-up.

"All right!!!" Marui punches his fist in the air with a cheer in tandem with Flayn's, the quiet, grim expression he'd been wearing as the match progressed evaporating in an instant.

Aya, still with her sight and hearing for the time being, makes good on the opportunity Flayn opens up for her and shifts her focus to the green-haired girl across the net. Sanada is counting on her. She can't afford to fall to yips here.

It's that very thought that becomes the seed of fear Yukimura's tennis feasts on. She returns the ball with success but lacking her usual control. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Yukimura repositioning himself, stealing her attention.

It's the last thing she takes in before the world goes pitch black.