The Prince of Tennis, Talent Replication

Chapter 19 The Left-Handed Killer

"The singles match between Hyotei Academy and St. Rudolf Academy is about to begin. Players from both sides, please prepare."

The announcement came over the loudspeaker that the match was about to begin.

Natsume Tsuki also walked to his position and took out a brand new racket.

Inoue Mamoru clicked the shutter button repeatedly and said:

"This match is crucial for Hyotei."

"Every game is crucial for Hyotei."

Natsume Tsuki also turned his head and said.

"is that so?"

Inoue was quite surprised by this answer.

"Don't you think so, Mr. Inoue?"

Natsume Tsukiya's gaze swept over everyone, and he said:

"Every game is not played by one person alone. For the person playing that game, that game is the most crucial."

"Uh~~"

Inoue Mamoru opened his mouth to refute, but suddenly realized that what he said seemed to be true, so he could only smile and say:

"Yes, but if Hyotei wins this match, they'll secure a spot in the Kanto Tournament. Natsume, as Hyotei's new captain, don't you have anything to say before such a crucial match?"

Interviews always require material.

The news of Hyotei changing coaches is big news. Inoue Mamoru was thinking that since Natsume Tsukiya was able to defeat Atobe Keigo, his strength should be beyond doubt. If there could be something to report before the match, then it would be easy to write about when he got back.

"We, Hyotei, will eventually become emperors and ascend to the throne of national champions. This match is nothing."

Natsume Tsuki also generously said:

"Please, Mr. Inoue, bear witness. When we win the national championship, write a report and don't forget what I said in the loser's bracket revival match today: Hyotei, the victor!"

Inoue Mamoru was stunned.

The person in front of me suddenly exuded such a powerful aura, as if victory was already in his hands.

Natsume Tsuki walked onto the court, and the entire Hyotei team smiled.

"Have you heard? Fuji Yuuta from St. Rudolf Academy is going to defeat Hyotei's number three singles player in fifteen minutes."

"Where did you hear that? It's probably fake."

"It's true, Fuji Yuuta once had a perfect record of sixteen wins, only losing 4-6 to Seigaku's super rookie Echizen Ryoma. He's still very strong."

"Who is that person from Hyotei?"

"I heard it's called something like Natsume, but I've never heard of it."

"Why hasn't Hyotei sent out their regular players yet?"

"Isn't that Hyotei's regular player?"

"I don't remember this person being a regular player for Hyotei."

"Does Hyotei intend to do what they did against Fudomine before?"

"Why didn't Hyotei send out a strong player to win the match?"

......

Listening intently to the increasingly clear discussions outside the arena, Guan Yuechu, chin in hand, leaned back in the coach's chair and thought to himself:

"Hyotei's fatal flaw is arrogance. After defeating two strong schools in a row at the start of the tournament, they thought they had the upper hand and would make it to the semifinals. However, they underestimated their opponents in the quarterfinals and sent out a non-regular player, which led to them being soundly defeated by Fudomine. Are they going to do the same thing again?"

The various doubts about Hyotei's arrangements only boosted Kanzuki's confidence even more.

"Go, Yuta, and come back with a bang."

Guan Yuechu pointed to the stadium and said.

"Mitsuki, you'll see."

Yuta Fuji frowned and walked onto the court.

"Hello, Fuji Yuuta."

The two walked to the net, and Natsume Tsuki greeted them first.

After all, he and I were just rivals, not enemies, so naturally I had to greet him with a smile.

Fuji Yuuta's brow twitched, a long-simmering resentment in his expression. Without replying, he said, "Frontline!"

"Oh, Fuji's younger brother, even after losing to Echizen Ryoma, his temper doesn't seem to have changed much."

Natsume Tsukiya was also quite surprised. He remembered that in the anime, Fuji Yuuta seemed to have let go of his resentment. Now he understood that this guy had only let go of his resentment towards Seigaku, mainly because Echizen Ryoma had dampened his spirits.

Hyotei has always been at odds with other schools, which has led to Yuuta Fuji of St. Rudolf being very unfriendly towards Hyotei.

"Then I'll take the other side."

Natsume Tsukiya, quite relaxed, put his hands behind his head and said:

"I heard you're a killer of left-handed people."

"What's it to you?" Fuji Yuta said.

"Don't get so worked up," Natsume Tsuki said with a smile. "Just ask."

"..."

Seeing this, the Hyotei members were indignant:

"What was that guy's attitude?"

"Only Yue would talk to him like that. If it were me, I couldn't stand it."

"That guy clearly didn't take Yue seriously, he didn't even ask her name."

"Doesn't it look a lot like the previous Hyotei?"

"No matter who it is, the winner of this match is St. Rudolph." After saying this, Fuji Yuta walked straight to the backcourt.

"A single set to decide the winner, Hyotei Natsume Tsukiya, St. Rudolf Fuji Yuta, the match now begins, Fuji Yuta serves."

The referee announced.

Fuji Yuuta leaned to one side, grabbed Qiu, and thought to himself:

"Brother, I will definitely beat this guy, keep my promise to Coach Ryuzaki, and make it to the Kanto Tournament."

"call out!"

A ball is tossed into the air.

"That guy switched his racket to his left hand."

Someone shouted.

Fuji Yuta's attention was drawn to the opposite side, and he was surprised and furious. That guy had obviously done that because of what he had just said.

Natsume Tsuki also switched the racket to his left hand in that instant.

"Is that Hyotei guy trying to provoke us?"

"Knowing that Fuji Yuuta is a killer of left-handed people, and he's not left-handed himself, why did he switch hands at the last minute?"

"What an arrogant guy."

Everyone was shocked.

Guan Yuechu was taken aback at first, then revealed a wicked smile and thought to himself:

"Go ahead and do it. The more you provoke Yuta, the more you can unleash his potential. I should thank you for temporarily switching to his left hand."

"Bang!"

The tennis ball, trailing an olive-green light, pierced into the court.

Natsume Tsuki ran a few steps forward, thud!

A loud bang struck the corner.

"They actually fought back."

For St. Rudolph's Academy, this return of the ball seemed to have come as a surprise:

"That guy actually managed to return Yuta's high-speed serve?"

"As expected of Hyotei."

.....

"Bang!"

"It's here! It's a half-volley!" someone shouted excitedly.

Guan Yuechu rubbed her hair, "We scored!"