The Prince of Tennis, Talent Replication

"Hiyoshi, look, that's your special move."

Hiyoshi Waka had already seen it. When Natsume Tsukiya used his special move, Hiyoshi Waka felt a little resentful, but also a little bit of suppressed pleasure.

He was indignant that the guy had defeated him with his own moves, but pleased that his moves had been used by someone else and had gained recognition.

"Hmph~"

Zigino turned his head to the side, but his eyes were fixed on the field.

The shouts of the Hyotei team instantly drew the attention of St. Rudolph's side:

"? Is that someone else's special move?"

"It seems so. I heard that there's a second-year student at Hyotei named Hiyoshi Waka, who fought against Rikkai's Kirihara Akaya in the rookie tournament, using ancient martial arts."

"Oh, I see. So, that Natsume doesn't have his own fighting style?"

"In that case, Yuta, go! Defeat him and protect St. Rudolf's hope."

.....

"snort."

Fuji Yuta's thick eyebrows furrowed, and he tightened his grip on his racket, thinking to himself:

"I don't care what moves you use, I'm going to beat you in fifteen minutes."

Kanzuki turned his head and glanced in the direction of Hyotei Academy's camp, a smile appearing on his face:

"Atobe Keigo, you didn't even participate in such an important match, and instead sent a player who only knows how to use other people's moves to face our St. Rudolph's ace, Fuji Yuuta. These past few days, Fuji Yuuta's special techniques have improved significantly..."

His mind was filled with a jumble of random thoughts.

In the field,

Natsume Tsukiya watched the tennis ball fly towards him, a smile blooming in his eyes. He leaned forward and called out:

"White Dragon's Roar!"

"Roar~" A long roar seemed to pierce everyone's eardrums, even Shintaro suddenly sat up straight and turned to listen.

"What?"

"Just now, I think I heard a sound."

"What's wrong? Are you hallucinating?"

"No, I heard it too. It was terrifying, with a mysterious aura."

.....

Fuji Yuta felt it most clearly. He immediately shuddered and froze for a moment. He saw a white streak of light flashing like an electric snake opposite him, with the mysterious dragon head described in the book appearing faintly. A sizzling sound swept past him.

"Snapped!"

With a loud bang, he suddenly turned his head to the left.

The white light flashed and landed in the right corner in an instant, making a huge explosion.

Fuji Yuta stared blankly, dumbfounded. "What is that?"

Turning my head, I saw the guy opposite me, pursing his lips with a contented smile, his eyes blooming with a radiant joy.

"Could it be that just now...?"

Speculation, countless speculations arose instantly:

"Was that voice from Natsume Tsukiya of Hyotei?"

"And that skill from earlier, why was there a dragon shape in it? Was I seeing things?"

"No, I saw it too."

"It was just too fast, just a moment, in the blink of an eye, I didn't see it clearly."

"....."

"Love fifteen!"

The referee was stunned for a long time, and only after being reminded by others did hesitantly make the announcement.

Hyotei:

"Did you see that? That one just now."

"That's not Hiyoshi's ancient martial arts, is it?"

"Hmm, Natsume, is this him?"

"The minister really seems to be very capable."

.....

Hijiro Na's expression was even more astonished.

His cold face and sharp eyes originally revealed a determination to advance to the top of the king, but now he was like a puppet, completely wooden.

He knew that combining ancient martial arts with tennis could differentiate it from ordinary playing styles, but he didn't know the limits of that difference.

He firmly believed that as long as he studied diligently, he would surely achieve great things with ancient martial arts.

until,

now,

Hiyoshi Waka finally understood that it was the ultimate goal he had been pursuing.

"Is that name... White Dragon's Roar?"

Hiyoshi Wakashi searched for the name that Natsume Tsukiya had just recited.

Suddenly, he began to view the minister in a different light.

He had unconsciously replaced Atobe Keigo as the number one person Hyotei wanted to emulate and defeat.

then,

Hiyoshi Wakako frowned again.

I really want to learn.

How should I ask him to teach me?

Hiyoshi was in a dilemma and suddenly found himself in a dilemma.

"Oh".

Beside him, Inoue Mamoru's pupils trembled for a moment, and he even forgot to take pictures, staring in shock at the boy in the arena.

"Hyotei, the captain..."

These short phrases popped into Inoue Mamoru's mind.

Even more uneasy was Guan Yuechu, who gritted his teeth angrily, thinking to himself:

"I saw everything clearly just now. That guy actually shot out a beam of white light out of thin air, like a divine dragon soaring through the clouds. Yuta couldn't even keep up with it. Who on earth is this guy?!"

"This move, the White Dragon's Roar from the Four Gods' Martial Arts Competition, does it still live up to your title as Saint Rudolph's strongest singles fighter?"

Natsume Tsukiya swung his racket with great enthusiasm, pointing it at Fuji Yuta.

"White Dragon's Roar?" Fuji Yuta frowned.

"White Dragon's Roar, did you hear that? That move is called White Dragon's Roar, it's so cool."

Jiro Akutagawa, the sleepyhead of Hyotei, carrying a tennis racket on his back, blinked and suddenly jumped up, gesturing wildly.

This guy is only attracted to weird moves.

Especially those strange hand gestures that ordinary people can't make.

Ever since playing against Marui Bunta of Rikkai University, he has been impressed by Marui's superhuman skills, such as walking on a tightrope, and often goes to Rikkai University to play ball with him.

A guy who's not interested in anything actually took the train all the way to Kanagawa by himself, and was so excited he was practically dancing with joy.

This shows how much he loves this kind of illusory move.

Upon seeing such a cool move, he immediately jumped up and started telling everyone around him:

"See that, Mido? That guy called White Dragon's Roar looks like a silver-scaled dragon, darting all over the place. So cool!! So awesome."

Ryo Mido stared blankly at the scene, lost in thought for a long time, before turning to look at Wakashi Hiyoshi, who was alone not far away.

The Four Gods' Martial Arts is Hiyoshi Waka's style, but Hiyoshi Waka's style is only good for fighting semi-elite teams, and not so good for facing elite teams. In the end, it is still immature.

now,

What was this minister trying to say by using this tactic in such a public setting?

Is he teaching Hijiki?

The thought startled Ryo Mido, and his heart began to pound. If that were the case...

"Chōtarō?"

Ryo Mido looked at Chotaro Ootori.

"Senior Mido?" Chotaro Ootori responded, puzzled.

What do you think?

"That kind of move is difficult to even watch, so it's normal not to be able to catch it." Ootori Chotaro could only answer Mido Ryo's question based on his own understanding.

"Idiot, that's not what I meant."

Ryo Mido scolded him, then continued:

"I'm asking you, will Tsukiya use your powerful serve?"

"Huh?" Ootori Chōtarō looked at the arena, a hint of anticipation in his eyes.