Tennis: One look can subdue me, one sword can break the clothes of heaven!

"Here he comes... the legendary son of God, Yukimura Seiichi!"

“I didn’t expect to actually see him take action!”

"It seems like this trip was worthwhile. I came to watch this game just to see him!"

As Yukimura appeared on the field, heated discussions were heard from the sidelines.

Yukimura has actually long been famous in the younger generation of tennis in Japan. Although he is very young, he has participated in many domestic and international tennis competitions and won them all.

Such talents will naturally attract more attention.

As long as he is going to play in a game, there will almost always be a lack of spectators.

"Has the minister of Rikkai University finally taken action?"

"I've heard a lot of rumors about him, but I don't know if his strength is really as strong as the rumors say."

On Hyotei's side, both Oshitari and Mukaito were somewhat looking forward to it.

Atobe also narrowed his eyes and began to observe carefully.

Yukimura Seiichi and Oreki Yu were the two prides of Rikkai University, and they were also the ones he focused on.

Reporter Inoue glanced at Nanjiro and found that he was still sleeping.

"Reporter Inoue, is this guy really the same Nanjiro? Why does it seem like he doesn't care about the tennis match at all?"

"Haha, someone like him certainly wouldn't care about ordinary games, but..."

He stared at Yukimura in the field with burning eyes and said with a smile:

"However, Yukimura Seiichi is not ordinary."

.......

Inside the venue.

When Yamato Yudai saw Yukimura walking towards him wearing a coat like him, he inexplicably felt a sense of pressure, especially when he met his determined eyes.

It was really incredible that this person was just a junior two years younger than him, but he could give him this kind of feeling.

"You must be the Son of God, Yukimura Seiichi. I've heard a lot of rumors about you."

Yukimura smiled and said:

"I've also heard about Yamato-senpai's story. I heard that you were once tortured by injuries, but in the end you stubbornly completed rehabilitation and returned to the court."

"Heh.....they are all past events, let's not talk about them."

Yamato grinned, with a somewhat carefree look on his face.

Hearing this in the back, the members of Qingxue were a little surprised.

Unexpectedly, their usually gentle senior Yamato would have such an experience.

"Why haven't I heard of these things?"

"Of course you juniors don't know that Yamato suffered a lot in the beginning. He is the strongest he is today entirely because of his unremitting efforts."

In fact, before Tezuka arrived, the tennis club of Seigaku was only second-rate, and it was only thanks to Yamato Yudai's good strength that they were able to stay on the edge of the Kanto Tournament.

But he came this far without any support, relying entirely on his own efforts and perseverance. It's quite touching to talk about him.

Tezuka, who had been silent all this time, heard this and spoke at this moment:

"My senior had a very strong spirit and will, so he was able to persevere through numerous illnesses. In this regard, he has always been my role model."

On the court, the two men briefly met each other, then stepped back and prepared to start.

Yukimura turned his gaze towards the bottom of the court.

Looking at Maori who was watching seriously with confusion in his eyes, he knew that this game was not just about individual victory.

He had to pull it off beautifully to convey what victory meant to a tennis player.

"Excuse me, Yamato-senpai. I want to win this match with a perfect victory."

After this thought flashed through his mind, Yukimura served the ball without hesitation.

I saw a standard and swift ball flying out.

It looks plain, but the ball speed is maintained at around 180km/h.

Yamato Yudai was fully focused from the start, and he didn't dare to be negligent in the face of this famous junior.

He immediately used all his strength and hit the ball back with all his strength.

"More than enough strength, but... not enough skill."

boom!

Yukimura's eyes flashed, and with a backhand cut, a high-speed rotating ball appeared.

Yamato Yu caught the ball, but soon found that the cutting force on the ball was very strong, so the angle of the ball was naturally deviated.

Yukimura found an opportunity and with a precise shot, the ball passed by Yamato's left hand.

"Game! Yukimura Seiichi, 15:0!"

Yamato couldn't help but feel a little confused.

I lost the game just now for no apparent reason.

Logically speaking, it was just a normal slice, and he had encountered it many times in the past, but why did he lose points here?

He looked at the handsome young man opposite him and thought to himself that he must be more careful next time.

However, what happened next frightened him.

The junior in front of him only demonstrated the three basic playing methods of slice, drive, and volley. He should have seen these three methods countless times. However, it was such plain and simple tennis that made him lose one ball after another, and he even felt like he had no strength to use.

boom!

It was another seemingly ordinary ball, but it hit the spot where he couldn't catch it.

Yamato lost another point.

"Game! Yukimura Seiichi wins this round! The score is 2:0!"

Yamato looked at the tennis ball on the ground in confusion and couldn't help but mutter to himself: "It's just basic tennis, why on earth..."

At this time, Yukimura's soft yet majestic voice was heard from the other side.

"Because the foundation is different in my eyes than in my predecessors'."

Yamato was stunned and asked in confusion:

“It’s the same basics, what’s the difference?”

"Of course it's different, because perfection will override any playing style."

"Perfect......."

There was a mysterious smile on the boy's lips. At this moment, Yamato suddenly realized the gap between himself and this boy.

He worked tirelessly to reach the pinnacle of tennis, but Yukimura was already at the top, looking at the sky.

You can imagine how big the difference is.

boom!

The ball, which had an obvious advantage, hit his blind spot. In a panic, Yamato twisted his body forcefully, but ended up falling.

"Game! Yukimura Seiichi wins this round! The score is 3:0!"

"Could it be possible... could you really practice the basics to perfection?"

Yamato endured the pain and stubbornly got up from the ground.

Having played tennis for so many years, he naturally knew how dull and boring basic tennis was, but this young man was willing to work hard on it and practice it to perfection.

Isn't this just torturing yourself?

Faced with such a question, Yukimura's expression remained unchanged, and he just answered calmly, as if he was saying something that was a matter of course.

“It’s not about whether I can, but I must achieve perfection.”