The Prince of Tennis, Talent Replication

Chapter 12 The Battle for the Ministership

"Atobe, is he really going up?" Mukahi Gakuto, the King Atobe Keigo, looked down the stairs in surprise.

"As the king of Hyotei, I must fulfill my mission to face anyone who dares to challenge my position."

Ryo Mido responded calmly.

"He's very strong."

Yuushi Oshitari brushed past Keigo Atobe, stopped in his tracks, and without looking directly at Atobe, simply turned his head slightly and said:

"Even stronger than you."

"I'll find out soon enough."

Atobe Keigo replied coldly:

"However, Yuushi, if this is just an excuse you're making to avoid your failure, then it's really lame."

Yuushi Oshitari was caught off guard, never expecting Atobe to think that way. This guy really is the best at understanding people's hearts.

"he~"

Yuushi Oshitari gave a cold laugh.

Things are getting interesting.

Yuushi Oshitari stopped and looked back at the guy on the field who was enjoying himself. Although he was very unhappy, he had never been beaten 6-0 in all these years, let alone 6-0 without scoring a single point.

But that guy's sense of oppression is absolutely unmatched by ordinary people.

"A battle for the ministerial position?"

Who will win?

"It's definitely Atobe, no need to ask!"

......

"Tsukiya, don't let me down."

As Yuushi Oshitari climbed the steps, he silently called out to someone across the distance:

"You should at least beat Atobe 6-0, otherwise, won't it make me look stupid?"

Those who have fought Natsume Tsukiya all hope that he can defeat Atobe Keigo.

Only those who have never fought against Atobe Keigo hope he wins.

This peculiar psychology is reflected in the change in their speech.

"Atobe, should I go easy on you?"

Natsume Tsuki spoke first.

Atobe Keigo, standing with his hands on his hips in the center of the arena with an air of aristocratic disdain, snorted dismissively and said:

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"If I beat you 6-0, wouldn't you lose face at Hyotei?"

Natsume Tsuki also shrugged.

After all, he had the advantage, and it was a battle that would win over the crowd. He would feel very dissatisfied if he didn't put in his best effort.

"What?! That Natsume guy actually spouted nonsense, saying he'd beat Atobe 6-0?"

"Tsukiya, you're really too arrogant. How could you say something like 6-0 against Atobe?" someone shouted at him.

"..."

Atobe Keigo turned his head and glanced at the sidelines, then said:

"Did you hear that? You think you can beat me 6-0? That kind of person hasn't even been born yet. Don't make such boastful claims beforehand. I won't hold back."

"Atobe, don't be stubborn," Natsume Tsuki also laughed.

"Tap tap tap~"

Keigo Atobe was already standing in the backcourt, his body slightly turned to the side, bouncing the tennis ball back and forth. The moment it bounced, he ignored the opponent and threw it directly overhead, shouting:

"Let me see for myself whether you are as strong as they say."

"Bang!"

A flash of green light.

The wind in the entire court seemed to be stirred up by his racket, tugging at Atobe Keigo's short-sleeved shirt.

"Bang!"

"Love fifteen!"

"..." Before Atobe Keigo could react, the light spot pierced through his feet.

"Atobe... he actually let his opponent take the first point right from the start?"

"Does this mean that Natsume is really that strong?"

"Don't joke around. Natsume just got lucky, you know? Atobe isn't serious yet."

The audience was instantly stunned, and then a flood of discussions poured into Atobe Keigo's ears.

"Atobe, haven't you realized it yet?"

A lecturing voice came from the other end:

"Don't even dream of victory if you don't give it your all; testing the waters will only lead to defeat!"

"What are you talking about?" Atobe Keigo frowned.

"Isn't the reason Hyotei is going to play the revival match against the losing team because of your underestimation of your opponent and your lack of seriousness towards tennis?"

Upon hearing Natsume Tsukiya's words, Atobe Keigo was furious.

It's true that he underestimated his opponent, but he absolutely disagreed with the claim that he didn't take tennis seriously.

"Stop lecturing me." Atobe Keigo pointed at Natsume Tsukiya and said, "Wait until you beat me before you say those things."

"Bang!"

With just one shot, Atobe Keigo personally experienced Natsume Tsukiya's terrifying strength, and thus, he hit that shot with extra force.

His many wins and losses over the years have given him enough confidence to defeat his opponents.

He didn't believe he would lose.

Natsume Tsukiya swung his hand backhand, and the ball shot towards the corner with the precision of a beam of light.

Atobe Keigo lunged forward, running at full speed, and retaliated with a backhand strike.

"Oh no, it's a high lob."

Someone exclaimed in surprise.

Atobe Keigo frowned and abruptly adjusted his posture. He was secretly surprised. It was only the second ball, so why did he feel suppressed?

"Is that a smash?"

Atobe Keigo assumed a defensive stance, keeping a close eye on the ball and Natsume Tsukiya's movements.

"What?"

Natsume Tsuki jumped high into the air, even clearing the high-hanging ball.

"What amazing jumping ability."

The crowd outside the arena was shocked.

Come on, come on.

Keigo Atobe tightened his grip on his racket, subtly channeling his power:

"Let me, your humble servant, give you a proper welcome..."

Unexpectedly, Natsume Tsukiya gracefully flipped his body in mid-air and launched an aerial interception.

"Hmph, this is no challenge for me."

Keigo Atobe possesses national-level skills and is always prepared for changes in his body. His dilated pupils have already observed Tsukiya Natsume's movements, and his body moves a fraction of a second faster than others, rushing out like the wind.

He slammed to the net, gripped the racket with both hands in reverse, jumped on one foot, and his pupils shot straight towards the empty space in Natsume Tsukiya's backcourt.

"Yay, we scored!"

Before the ball even left the racket, Atobe's fans outside the court were already cheering with joy.

In contrast, Natsume Tsukiya seemed to be a step behind.

Bang!

Without a moment's hesitation, Atobe Keigo swung his racket, a smile involuntarily spreading across his face. He had scored a point.

The ball had already been thrown, and Natsume Tsuki had only just landed, demonstrating Atobe's incredible speed. Everyone couldn't help but think, "As expected of Hyotei's number one singles player!"

Suddenly,

Natsume's figure flashed by.

Atobe Keigo's pupils dilated instantly.

"That guy...when?"

Natsume Tsuki also slipped to the backcourt.

"Hey, hey, hey, what's this guy doing?"

"What happened?"

"What kind of skill is that?"

Am I seeing things?

"How could he instantly transform himself into the back?"

.....

As Yuushi Oshitari heard the countless questions that fell into his ears, he sneered inwardly: