The Prince of Tennis, Talent Replication

"What?! Jiro lost too, six to zero?!"

"This is so fake."

"I clearly remember Natsume as an unknown player, how did he suddenly become so good?"

"..."

Surprises kept coming one after another.

Natsume Tsukiya once again defeated Hyotei's second-best fighter, Akutagawa Jiro, in an incredibly short time of fifteen minutes.

This left the Hyotei team completely dumbfounded, and even Atobe Keigo was deeply shocked.

Jiro Akutagawa possessed the physique of a natural athlete, capable of hitting the ball anywhere he wanted, regardless of skeletal limitations.

As a result, Atobe Keigo granted him special permission not to participate in club activities.

It's unbelievable that he was so easily defeated by Natsume.

Wow, that's amazing!

Everyone else wore expressions of disbelief and shock, except for Jiro Akutagawa, who, like a sleepyhead, happily bounced around in front of Tsukiya Natsume, racket in hand.

"That ball that hit the line actually stayed still in place, that's amazing, that's cool..."

This guy was once impressed by Rikkai Daimaru Bunta's tennis skills. Whenever he encounters a skilled opponent, he jumps around excitedly, not caring about winning or losing.

A group of first-graders were chattering incessantly outside the field:

"Natsume is the strongest."

"Atobe is the strongest."

"I said it was Natsume."

"I said Atobe."

"In short, no matter what you say, Natsume will definitely defeat Atobe and become the new king of Hyotei."

"Impossible. Atobe has never been defeated. Natsume only won the match by luck."

"..."

The official team members were quite surprised to hear the first-year students arguing.

"I never expected that Natsume would go from being an unknown to a powerful figure with a loyal fanbase in just half a day."

"Although Akutagawa lost, it's still a long way off before he can defeat Atobe."

While everyone was still arguing, Yuushi Oshitari silently picked up his racket, a glint of light flashing in his eyes. He paused in front of Keigo Atobe and said:

"I'll go and meet him."

Immediately, voices began to circulate around Yuushi Oshitari, discussing the matter:

"It's Oshitari, I hope he won't be defeated too."

"Impossible, Shinobu is very strong."

"In my opinion, it's hard to say."

........

The two stood quietly on the court. Yuushi Oshitari had an indomitable spirit as he charged towards Tsukiya Natsume.

"Bang!"

Without a word, the emerald green optical fiber pierced straight through the court, bursting into Natsume Tsukiya's territory.

Yuushi Oshitari's ball skills exude an elegance reminiscent of playing the violin, possessing a gentlemanly air yet also displaying a sharp edge, fundamentally different from Rikkai's Hiroshi Yagyu.

"That guy, Shinobu, he seems nonchalant on the surface, but he's actually going all out. He shut himself off from the very first ball."

Keigo Atobe pinched his brow with one hand, analyzing intently:

"Hyotei's genius is good at hiding his weaknesses, but he can control the course of the game at will. Once he gets serious, he will be very troublesome. Even I dare not take him lightly."

In the field.

Yuushi Oshitari's pupils behind his glasses were deeply imprinted with the ball he had hit, drifting like a mayfly with a long, lingering breath, searching for any point where he could return the shot.

He felt no heat, only a calmness, a clarity as if he had immersed himself in an ancient well.

"Bang!"

The other party retaliated.

"Hmph~"

Yuushi Oshitari gave a soft snort, thinking to himself:

"That's all there is to it. Catching a ball like that is a piece of cake."

Standing at 1.78 meters tall, he looks incredibly handsome when he catches the ball.

"S•S•A•S!"

The ball was already rolling on the racket face in his hand; Yuushi Oshitari had already grasped his opponent's weakness.

Natsume Tsuki also had to retaliate; in his eyes, the flaws were numerous.

When he looked up again and slowly applied force to his hand, he was shocked to find that the opponent's weakness was like a black blackboard that had been wiped clean, turning into a blinding white light, with no point of contact whatsoever.

"How...is this possible?"

Yuushi Oshitari hesitated for a moment, but couldn't stop himself, so he could only strike at empty space.

He was wondering why this was happening.

Instantly, an immense pressure came crashing down on me.

This kind of pressure can only be felt on the field.

He felt like he was full of flaws, as if he were being scrutinized by Atobe Keigo.

Before the ball even hit him, he knew he couldn't catch it. This kind of pressure is something others can't understand. Should you catch a ball you can't catch, or not?

"Bang!"

His longing drifted away, and a ball hit him right at his feet, slid across the backcourt, leaving a trail of dust on the ground.

Yuushi Oshitari was shocked when he saw the mark, and his usually calm brows furrowed.

After the ball lands, it glides along the court like a sailboat skimming the sea. The power, control, and speed are something that most people cannot achieve.

I couldn't help but take it a little more seriously.

"Fake and Drop Shot~"

Yuushi Oshitari held nothing back, using his ultimate technique.

"It seems there's no way around it that Oshitari has managed to use all his special techniques so early."

Ryo Mido complained from a distance.

At the same time, he deeply understands the pressure that Yuushi Oshitari is under.

"You can't catch that ball, can you?"

The ball has cleared the net and is falling.

Yuushi Oshitari also examined it carefully.

Suddenly, a figure flashed across the opposite side, and Natsume Tsuki instantly appeared in front of the net, slashing backhand.

"A short drop shot?!"

Yuushi Oshitari was shocked and sprinted to the internet in a panic.

He stretched out his racket, waiting for the ball to bounce. "I've got enough time!"

"Tap tap tap~"

A faint sound rang in his ears, and Yuushi Oshitari froze on the spot, muttering to himself:

"It didn't bounce up?"

"Did you see that? That ball didn't bounce at all."

"What kind of technology is that?"

"Shinobu is no match for him at all."

......

Yuushi Oshitari felt his heart completely collapse.

It wasn't Natsume Tsukiya's technique that was the main problem; it was his aura, the aura that saw through the entire scene, that made Oshitari Yuushi feel that his technique was completely exposed.

"Match ended, score 6-0, Natsume Tsukiya wins."

......

"Six to zero!"

"It's still 6-0?"

"Even Shinobu got beaten 6-0, just how strong is that guy?"

"Perhaps he is stronger than we think."

"Now it's Atobe's turn. Will Atobe accept the challenge?"

"What if Atobe gets swept 6-0?"

"That's... that's unlikely, isn't it? That's Atobe, you know."

"Why is that impossible? Atobe has never beaten Yuushi Oshitari 6-0."

.....

After some discussion, everyone began to have some concerns about Atobe Keigo.

After all, he is the king of Hyotei.

If we lose 6-0, wouldn't that be awful?

Upon hearing these comments, Atobe Keigo frowned, then revealed a confident smile that was hard for others to understand, and reached out to pick up the racket that was placed aside.