The Prince of Tennis, Talent Replication

"Two against one..."

Ju Xing couldn't believe that the seemingly cold person was going to fight two people at once.

"It's one against two."

As soon as she finished speaking, Natsume Tsuki shook her index finger to correct her.

"Hey, why are you being so formal?"

Quan and Buchuan both found it jarring.

"What, is it wrong?"

Natsume Tsukiya shrugged and said:

"If you lose, it will be even more jarring."

"Don't be so smug. Who said we'd lose?" Quan said fiercely.

Bu Chuan added:

"Don't underestimate us. Our doubles team from Yulin is not to be trifled with."

"Mmm-hmm!"

Natsume Tsuki nodded repeatedly.

Seeing him nod with a smile, the two assumed he had admitted it, and a feeling of joy welled up inside them. Unexpectedly, they then heard him say:

"They're not to be trifled with either."

Now the two of them are gritting their teeth.

"He's just one person." The two stood in doubles stances, one in front of the other, and began using coded language. Quan said, "This time, we'll teach him a lesson he won't forget, the price of underestimating Yulin."

.....

"Bang!"

"Snapped!"

"Duang!"

A series of impacts echoed in the center of the field. The duo dodged left and right, unable to keep up, looking quite disheveled.

After a few goals, they lost their composure and their formation became chaotic.

Hiyoshi didn't even use any special moves, yet he still managed to leave the two of them terrified.

The calmness in Hiyoshi Waka's eyes was even more chilling.

The two frantically waved their hands in horror, "No more fighting, no more fighting, we're done today..."

"Didn't you eat today?"

Natsume Tsukiya looked at the two of them suspiciously.

"Yes, yes, we didn't eat today, we'll play again another time." Bu Chuan waved and laughed.

"Oh, so you mean you want to do it again?" Natsume Tsuki teased.

Bu Chuan gritted his teeth, cursed inwardly, and said:

"Don't gloat, you rascal."

"I didn't."

Natsume Tsukiya smiled calmly and said:

"I just think your mouths are much more powerful than your hands; they can hold your own against me for several rounds."

"..."

The two were ashamed.

"He really took on two by himself, did you see that, Momoshiro?"

Tachibana An stared in surprise at Hiyoshi Waka, who was still standing on the court, ready to fight at any moment, and then turned to Momoshiro.

"Yes, he's a formidable opponent."

Momoshiro Takeshi said this with great importance.

"Right? He's really good."

Natsume Tsuki nodded repeatedly, a grin on his face, as if he had won.

"Hey, you! You didn't even win, why are you so happy?"

Bu Chuan shouted from over there.

"You can't even beat him, so you have no right to yell at me, you know that?" Natsume Tsuki retorted.

"....."

The two of them immediately deflated and stood there stunned.

"Then let me fight you."

Takeshi Momoshiro then spoke.

"That's right, you should fight Momoshiro."

Bu Chuan smiled and said:

"He's on Seigaku's school team."

Speaking of school teams,

Momoshiro Takeshi frowned slightly.

To be precise,

He was eliminated.

He's no longer a member of the school team, which is why he's upset.

"Wow, it's Seigaku's school team."

Natsume Tsukiya looked surprised and sized up Momoshiro Takeshi.

After a long pause, he finally said, "It doesn't seem that great."

"....."

The two, Fukawa and his companion, remained silent, their gazes falling upon Momoshiro Takeshi.

"You bastard." Momoshiro Takeshi felt a surge of indignation.

After a brief stop, he walked towards the court, stood there, pointed at Natsume Tsukiya, and said:

"If it's not very good, then give it a try."

"Hey, Anzu, what do you think? Should I give it a try?" Natsume Tsuki asked, trying to get closer to her.

"Hey, who are you calling Xiaoxing?" Juxing asked in surprise.

"Of course it's your Tachibana sister. Is there anyone else here whose name contains 'Apricot'?" Natsume Tsuki looked around and shrugged.

"How...how do you know my name?" Tachibana asked in surprise.

"Of course I like you."

Natsume Tsuki also chuckled and said:

"Otherwise, how would I know your name?"

"Hey, are you going to fight or not?" Momoshiro Takeshi frowned.

"Don't rush me." Natsume Tsuki still stared at Tachibana An, waving to Momoshiro Takeshi. "If I fight you slowly, you'll lose slowly, and you can enjoy your game a little longer."

"you....."

Momoshiro Takeshi became increasingly angry.

Ju Xing felt that the person in front of her was becoming more and more unreliable.

"Are you afraid to go because you're afraid of losing to Momoshiro?"

Ju Xing raised her pretty eyebrows, deciding to provoke him a little.

"I'm a top-notch player, how could I possibly lose?"

Natsume Tsukiya replied with a smile.

Ju Xing was disappointed for a while, but this person didn't show any anger or resentment at all.

"Those two just said they wouldn't lose either." Tachibana An smiled and put her hands behind her skirt, her provocation was all too obvious.

The Yu Lin duo were embarrassed; the boomerang had hit them right between the eyebrows.

"Heh~"

Natsume Tsuki grinned. This girl was really quick-witted, using their own methods against them.

"I was right, wasn't I?" Tachibana smiled again, her eyes curving into crescents.

"What if you say something wrong?" Natsume Tsukiya asked.

"Huh? What do you mean, 'What if I said something wrong?'" Tachibana An asked, confused. "Would I say something wrong?"

"If you're wrong, then go on a date with me, Anzu."

"Don't call me by my name."

Ju Xing clenched her fists angrily and said.

"Aren't you called Xiaoxing?"

Natsume Tsuki also teased her, saying:

"I think that's what Shinji Ibu calls him, or maybe Akira Kamio?"

"Hey, hey, hey, why are you spying on people's privacy?" Tachibana An shouted.

"I wasn't spying at all, I was doing it openly and honestly."

Natsume Tsukiya also said:

"I heard that Akira Kamio is determined to defeat Atobe of Hyotei. Is that even possible?"

"Hyotei isn't anything special."

Ju Xing pouted and said:

"Last year's runner-up team in the Kanto Tournament was still beaten by our Fudomine team and sent to the loser's bracket."

"Oh, so this is the source of your confidence to challenge Atobe." Natsume Tsuki nodded as well.

"Hey, who are you? How do you know so much?" Tachibana An asked.

"If you go on a date with me, I'll tell you."

"don't want!"

"It's a date."

"No~!"

...

"Hey, hey, hey, are you going to fight or not?" Takeshi Momoshiro shouted, picking his ear.

"Momoshiro, are you in such a hurry to learn from failure?"

Natsume Tsukiya said without even looking at him:

"Why don't you reconsider? Even Tezuka can't beat me."

"What are you talking about?" Momoshiro Takeshi said angrily, "Today I will teach you a lesson on behalf of the captain."

Why bother?

Natsume Tsuki also waved to Hiyoshi Waka.

Hiyoshi Waka obediently walked over with the racket and handed it to him.

This scene stunned everyone.

"What exactly is your relationship?" Tachibana An asked.

"If you go on a date with me, I'll tell you."

"No!" Tachibana An turned her head to the side.

"That's a real shame," Natsume Tsuki said with a smile.

"Momoshiro, are you ready to accept defeat?"

He then pointed his racket at Takeshi Momoshiro:

"I, a top expert, am here to defeat you."

"......."