The Prince of Tennis, Talent Replication

"Bang!"

A beam of light shot out from the racket, landing near Feng Changtaro's feet before shooting out at an angle and hitting the net with a hissing sound.

In this world, even air can become a medium; you can create light spheres out of thin air, so what's a little increase in speed?

"Minister, you mean using air to control the ball and accelerate?"

Upon hearing Natsume Tsukiya's theory, Ootori Chotaro was shocked and repeatedly said it was impossible before Natsume Tsukiya delivered a lightning-fast shot.

"Human strength is related to muscles and bones. No matter how much you practice, with limited muscles and bones, it is impossible to improve much. In a short period of time, the only way to reliably control a powerful serve is to rely on the power of qi."

Ignoring Chotaro's shocked expression, Natsume Tsuki continued:

"You need to practice feeling the presence of air around you and learn to use it, making it a part of your power. When the ball is traveling at 180 kilometers per hour, the air resistance is 13N, at 190 kilometers it is 14N, and at 200 kilometers per hour it is equivalent to pushing an object weighing about 1.57 kilograms forward..."

Ootori Chōtarō was shocked again. After listening to Natsume Tsuki talk a lot about physics and qi, he could only stammer:

"Minister, you know so much!"

"If we can overcome these obstacles, the speed will be greatly improved. The serve is unstable, mainly because..."

Natsume Tsuki continued to explain the principles and methods involved to him.

Many things that are very difficult in one's own world become very easy in the world of Prince of Tennis.

For example, that sphere of light is actually just a ball of glowing gas that exerts gravity and other forces, causing massive destruction.

Compared to other abilities, the powerful serve is incredibly easy.

quickly,

Ootori Chotaro fully understood what Natsume Tsukiya had said.

Natsume Tsuki, carrying his racket, said leisurely:

"Alright, start practicing now. It would be best to get a fan blowing on you and hit the ball towards it. You'll feel the air resistance better that way. After all, on the court, it's the ball that flies into the opponent's territory, not you. Having a fan blowing on you will help you feel that state more and make it easier to understand..."

Thank you, Minister!

Feng Changtaro bowed at a 90-degree angle while holding his tennis racket.

Natsume Tsuki waved and walked outside.

Left alone on the court, Feng Changtaro reviewed the lesson he had just taught.

"Chōtarō, how is it?" Soon, Ryō Midō arrived.

"Senior Mido, the club president taught me his special skill."

Ootori Chōtarō said to Midorō Ryō with great delight:

"As long as I practice diligently, I will definitely be able to overcome the problem of serving errors."

Although Ryo Mido had long suspected that the match was intended to demonstrate the correct way to use each person's special technique to the members of Hyotei, the shock he felt when Natsume Tsuki actually taught Chotaro the true method was still beyond his imagination.

Generally speaking, it is very difficult to teach a unique skill.

However, if this special skill originally belonged to the person in question, it shouldn't be difficult to learn, like the powerful serve.

Although Natsume Tsuki uses it very well, it was originally Ootori Chotaro's signature move, so it would be easier for Chotaro to learn it.

As he pondered, Ryo suddenly felt a pang of sorrow. As Chotaro's loyal senior, he couldn't find a solution for him...

but,

As the captain of Hyotei, this is what Natsume should do, right?

Speaking of what needs to be done,

That guy Atobe seems to be...

Thinking of Atobe Keigo, Mido Ryo suddenly recalled the two of them and couldn't help but compare them. Then, fearing that it would damage Atobe's image, he shook his head vigorously.

"What's the problem with your inconsistent serve?" Ryo Mido asked.

"The arm cannot control the force at will."

Ootori Chōtarō raised his arm and shook it, saying:

"The air resistance after the shot is launched, and the psychological factor of fearing to injure the opponent..."

Ootori Chōtarō recounted Natsume Tsukiya's words with a smile.

Ryo Mido was even more surprised, and then asked:

"When you play, are you afraid your opponent will get hurt?"

"Mido-senpai, your powerful serve can cause damage to the opponent if you're not careful, so you generally don't use it when playing against players who aren't very strong."

Ootori Chōtarō lowered his head and said:

"When I serve, I'm always thinking, what if I can't control the ball well, I can't hit it accurately, and I end up hitting someone? So, I often touch the net..."

"He actually knows this?" A glint flashed in Ryo Mido's eyes.

"Mido-senpai, to be honest, I'm quite surprised too. The captain even knows what I'm thinking. This time, Hyotei should be able to beat Rikkai, right?"

Ootori Chotaro clenched his fists and said.

"....."

Ryo Mido was still in a daze. Who exactly was that guy? Why hadn't he revealed anything beforehand, and then suddenly appeared at this crucial moment in the Kanto Tournament, even helping everyone improve their special techniques...?

"Doesn't he have any requests?" Ryo Mido asked.

"no."

Ootori Chotaro told Mido Ryo without reservation what Natsume Tsukiya had said.

Ryo Mido was startled; he might be able to use some of the things inside.

"You mean, we need a blower to sense the resistance?" Ryo Mido asked, frowning.

Ootori Chōtarō said:

"The minister said that there was nothing he could do about it."

"Oh, this one."

Ryo Meido frowned for a moment, then took out his phone and dialed Keigo Atobe's number:

"Feed Atobe!"

"Meido, what's the matter?"

The person on the other end of the phone asked breathlessly.

"Atobe, what are you doing?" Ryo Mido asked.

"Hmph, why should I, this great one, need to report to you?"

"Atobe, are you practicing?" Ryo Mido asked.

"Young Master Atobe, take a break. You've been practicing all day."

The butler's familiar voice came through the receiver.

"Stop rambling."

Atobe Keigo spoke to the butler first, and then to Mido Ryo:

"Mida, are you alright?"

"Chōtarō needs to use a blower to practice his powerful serve..."

Ryo Mido told Keigo Atobe about the competition and how Tsukiya Natsume taught him the skills.

"Is that so? In that case... I'm the one who's fallen behind?" Atobe Keigo said, then said, "Butler, did you hear that? Send some fans over there."

"Yes, Master Atobe," the butler replied.

"Don't bother me with this kind of thing again." After Atobe Keigo finished speaking, the sound of the machine spitting out balls came through the receiver again.

"Is Atobe practicing?" Chotaro asked.

"Hmm~"

Ryo Mido nodded as he looked at the phone that had been hung up.

"Senior Midoriya, why don't you also ask the club president for a look?"

"I don't need it!"

Ryo Mido was being stubborn, but actually he didn't know how to bring it up. After all, he had his own pride, unlike Chotaro Ootori, who was willing to give up being a regular member of the team...