The Prince of Tennis, Talent Replication

"Hmph~"

Atobe Keigo's lips curled into a smug smile. He took a big step, used the momentum to push off, and leaped high into the air. His entire body stretched out gracefully in the air, his pupils dilating rapidly, pointing towards Natsume Tsukiya's racket handle.

He slammed the ball down hard.

"Here it comes, Atobe's ultimate move."

The crowd outside the arena suddenly gasped in surprise:

"A waltz towards destruction!"

"Unexpectedly, Atobe used his special technique on the second ball."

"This shows that he's serious, right?"

"That means Natsume is really amazing, just as amazing as Atobe."

"oh?!"

In the field,

Natsume Tsukiya had a smile on his lips that Atobe Keigo couldn't understand as he looked up at him.

Atobe Keigo hesitated after all. His overly sensitive insight allowed him to capture every slight change in his opponent, and he naturally noticed Natsume Tsukiya's inexplicable smile.

But the racket had already touched the ball, and after all, the time it spent in the air didn't allow him to observe for too long.

"Bang!"

Under his control, the ball was precisely shot towards the racket in Natsume Tsukiya's hand.

The ball has been launched.

In that very instant.

Atobe Keigo's body fell gracefully downwards, preparing for a second jump.

But his pupils dilated instantly.

He saw that Natsume Tsukiya had somehow managed to switch the racket to his left hand the instant he hit the ball.

"Did you see that? Natsume changed the camera angle instantly."

"So, he knew all along that Atobe would use the Waltz Towards Destruction?"

"No way."

"Hasn't he thus broken the waltz towards destruction?"

"No one at Hyotei has yet been able to decipher the waltz that leads to destruction."

"In that case, he must be a terrifying guy."

......

Because of the change of racket, Natsume Tsuki seemed rushed, so when he returned the ball, he hit a high lob again.

"No!"

Upon seeing this, the crowd outside was instantly shocked and shouted:

"Atobe still has a chance."

"But the racket wasn't knocked down."

"The waltz towards destruction, the first part is knocking the opponent's racket away, the second part is scoring, and now the racket hasn't been knocked away, but a high lob shot is still being created, so it can be considered that it hasn't been countered, right?"

"In any case, now is a golden opportunity for Atobe to score."

......

Atobe Keigo was amazed by Natsume Tsukiya's reaction, and seeing this opportunity, he jumped up again without hesitation.

He slammed his fist down with a powerful slam.

This time, Natsume Tsuki hesitated for a moment, but thanks to her quick reflexes, she managed to hit the ball towards Atobe Keigo's backcourt.

"Tsukiya, I have to admit, you're a really troublesome guy."

Atobe Keigo thought he had scored, but the ball was now inside his own defense, forcing him to desperately chase after it.

Even with all his might, he could only manage a high lob.

The sound of the ball hitting the ball, "thump~", clearly demonstrated its power.

"Whoosh!"

"What?" Atobe Keigo was instantly shocked. "That guy, when?"

The heavy responsibilities off the field are even clearer.

Yuushi Oshitari, Gakuto Mukahi, Ryo Mido, Chotaro Ootori, and others were all moved and pressed themselves against the railing.

Ryo Mitsuhiro gritted his teeth and said:

"That guy jumped the instant Atobe retaliated."

"That's right, it's as if they knew Atobe would hit a high lob," said Chotaro Ootori.

"Look, what's that pose of his?" Mukahi Gakuto pointed to the field.

"It's Atobe's... Waltz Towards Destruction?!" Mido Ryo answered.

Atobe Keigo's posture as he strides towards the waltz of destruction is so distinctive that he is immediately recognizable.

"Bang!"

By the time Atobe Keigo realized what was happening, the racket had already slipped from his hand.

A tingling, numb, and vibrating sensation came from my arm.

The ball flew into the air again.

Natsume Tsuki was already waiting there, looking down on the world like a god, and annoyingly shouted his slogan:

"Don't get too caught up in my amazing ball skills!!"

'Bang!'

A loud explosion was heard.

Under Atobe Keigo's angry glare, the ball crashed down next to him, but instead of bouncing, it trailed a thick plume of white smoke along the ground.

"Something happened... what?"

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

Even Shintaro was surprised and loosened his bow tie.

"That guy not only perfectly executed Atobe's signature move, Waltz Towards Destruction, but also stole Atobe's lines."

"Is it really that strong?"

"Wait a minute, is that still the same Tsukiya who was with us?"

"I remember he wasn't this strong before."

"Exactly, I used to be able to fight him for dozens of rounds."

"What happened to that guy? How did he become so powerful in such a short time?"

"Have we actually fought against guys like that?"

......

Countless exclamations of amazement praised Natsume Tsukiya's skill, and many more expressed disbelief.

"No, that's not it." Ryo Mido wanted to shout it out, "That's not a waltz toward destruction."

"What?"

"In the waltz of destruction, the second movement bounces off the ground," Yuushi Oshitari explained, squinting. "But that ball just now didn't bounce."

Everyone looked at the gray trail that had slid past Atobe Keigo in the center of the field.

That terrifying striking power, that ball that wouldn't bounce?!

The tingling sensation in his arm was telling Atobe Keigo that the guy opposite him might actually be just as strong as him.

He turned his head to look at the scratch. The evolved Waltz, how could this be?

He asked himself if he could hit that kind of shot now.

"..."

Atobe Keigo suddenly looked across at the other side.

He now understood Oshitari Yuushi's feelings a little better; being defeated by his opponent using his own signature move was truly laughable.

Even more ridiculous, the opponent used an evolved version of his signature move.

It's as if to say, Atobe, your past pride is nothing to brag about.

The former empire seemed to have collapsed into ashes at this moment.

"This is called a retreat into despair!"

Natsume Tsuki also planted his racket on the ground, leaned against the ground, and asked:

"Is it to your liking?"

"You bastard?" Atobe Keigo was speechless.

"Atobe, that's all you've got. You'll never win the national championship."

Natsume Tsuki also said mercilessly:

"Is this all you've got, to think you can defeat Rikkai's three-peat?"

"Hmph, mind your own business."

These words touched Atobe Keigo's heart, but how could he admit defeat? He was Atobe, after all.

"Again."

Atobe Keigo walked towards the back of the field, his face darkening like the shadows of a tree.

"Bang!"

"Love thirty!"

"Bang!"

"Love, forty!"

"Game, Natsume Tsukiya, the score is 0 to 1!"

"The two sides will switch venues."

"..."