The Prince of Tennis, Talent Replication

"Oh, Senior Tao, so you've been fooling around here."

A slightly arrogant voice rang out behind Momoshiro Takeshi.

Under the watchful eyes of the public

Wearing a white R-shaped hat, carrying a bright red tennis bag, standing at 1.5 meters tall, his eyes always held a kind of aloof pride.

—Ryoma Echizen.

He adjusted his hat, smiled at the panting Momoshiro Takeshi, and spoke.

If it were according to his usual behavior, Momoshiro Takeshi would have responded to Echizen Ryoma immediately, but now, even though he recognized her voice, he didn't turn around.

He stared intently at Natsume Tsukiya.

Feeling puzzled, Echizen Ryoma followed his gaze and saw a guy he had never seen before standing there. He was over 1.7 meters tall, with a racket on his shoulder and a bright smile on his face. In that smile, Echizen Ryoma vaguely sensed a strange threat.

He didn't understand why Senior Tao was staring so intently at the person opposite him.

"Seigaku... defeated the thoughtful Echizen?"

Tachibana blinked and muttered to herself, slightly puzzled. What was he doing here at this time? Was he here to see Momoshiro Takeshi?

"Hey, Momoshiro," Tachibana An reminded him.

"Tachibana's sister, don't speak now," Momoshiro Takeshi said without even looking at her.

Tachibana blinked in confusion, then frowned slightly and asked, "Hey, what, Tachibana's sister?"

"What are you doing, Momoshiro?"

Natsume Tsuki chuckled and teased:

"Do you think staring at me like that will save face?"

Before Momoshiro could speak, Natsume Tsuki had already turned to look at Tachibana An:

"Xiaoxing, look, Momoshiro has started calling you Tachibana's little sister too, so ignore him and let's go on a date, shall we?"

"No," Ju Xing said playfully, turning her face to the side.

"Oh, forget it."

Natsume Tsukiya smiled and shrugged, then called out:

"Hiyoshi, let's go!"

"yes!"

Hiyoshi glanced coldly at the others and answered decisively.

He was also startled, wondering when he had become a follower of someone like Kabaji Takahiro.

but,

His steps did not stop because of this question; in any case, he now obeyed the minister's orders without question.

Previously, he only respected Atobe, but he was completely obedient to Natsume Tsukiya.

He raised his hand and caught the racket that Natsume Tsukiya threw to him.

Hiyoshi neatly smashed the ball into the pocket, completely disregarding the entire court.

This scene made Ryoma Echizen feel a surge of emotions, a sense of impending doom coursing through his very being.

The person in front of me exudes an aura that suggests I'd fight to the death to defeat him.

Momoshiro Takeshi was very unhappy.

He gritted his teeth secretly.

I've never been beaten so badly that I couldn't score a single point before.

Even his most respected captain, Tezuka Kunimitsu, who was of national-level skill, had never beaten him so badly—unable to score a single point.

"The competition isn't over yet."

Momoshiro Takeshi pointed at Natsume Tsuki and said.

now,

His deathly pallor was beyond explanation.

All I can say is that the competition can't be abandoned halfway through; no matter what, it has to be finished, right?

He always felt that it was impossible for him to not even score a single point.

Let's not even talk about a game or a set.

One point,

Not even one point can be scored.

Even if Echizen Ryoma were killed, Momoshiro Takeshi could not completely trust him.

"Hey, Izumi won't fight with Momoshiro, will he?" Izumi asked quietly, tilting her head.

Buchuan:

"No way."

He stared at Momoshiro Takeshi and muttered to himself, then shouted loudly:

"Momoshiro, don't be impulsive. So what if you didn't get a single point? There will be other opportunities next time."

It would have been better if he hadn't said anything.

This statement,

Momoshiro Takeshi was seething with anger.

A former regular player from Seigaku was beaten so badly he couldn't even score a single point, and that was on a street tennis court?

Others can understand you.

They couldn't even sympathize with that kind of decline.

"Momoshiro, did you hear that?"

Natsume Tsukiya said calmly:

"There's still a chance!!"

He turned to Ju Xing and smiled, but Ju Xing frowned her beautiful brows. He then added:

"If you're strong enough."

"You..." Momoshiro Takeshi wanted to refute but was speechless.

This guy named Natsume is a contradiction. He doesn't have much of aggression and speaks softly, but combined with his terrifying strength, he makes it impossible to choose between various emotions.

Momoshiro Takeshi went through the names of people he had encountered, such as Akutsu, Echizen Ryoma, and Sengoku Kiyosumi, but couldn't find a match...

"Hey, that's going too far," Tachibana An said.

"Hey, hey, hey, Orange's little sister."

Natsume raised his chin high, as if to say, "I don't agree with that statement," and said:

"I think it was you who told me to use all my strength to deal with this guy?!"

"I?"

Ju Xing suddenly felt something was wrong; it seemed fine, yet something also seemed off.

The current situation is that Momoshiro Takeshi is still resentful because this guy in front of him refuses to finish the fight, and he did say before the match that he would go all out, which has led to this awkward situation.

"What, am I wrong?" Natsume shrugged.

"Oh, so you guys fought."

To Echizen Ryoma, Natsume Tsuki was actually an ally hired by Tachibana An to deal with Momoshiro.

In particular, the look he gave Tachibana An was even more astonishing.

"However, Senior Tao, you're too lame. How could you lose to someone else?"

Ryoma Echizen's words already hinted at a desire for battle.

For this,

Natsume Tsukiya completely ignored him, letting him do whatever he wanted. Ignoring him was the best choice, especially for someone as proud as Echizen Ryoma. Ignoring him was the best way to retaliate.

"..."

Momoshiro Takeshi was still unable to get over being completely outmatched, so he only turned his head slightly to glance at Echizen Ryoma, without saying a word, his attention remaining fixed on Natsume Tsukiya.

For a moment, Ryoma Echizen felt as if he had been thrown into some kind of cotton space, with no foothold at all.

Especially for senior Atao, this wasn't like him, so he immediately looked at Fukawa and Izumi, who had fought against him.

"You're here too."

"Hey, what do you mean 'we're here too'?" Bu Chuan retorted.

"Did you just fight?" Echizen Ryoma asked.

The two turned their gazes toward Ryoma Echizen, glancing at Hiyoshi Waka, but refused to answer.

"Would you like to have a fight?"

Ryoma Echizen wasn't the type to pry into things. If it were someone like Satoshi Horio, they would definitely get restless with their doubts. Instead, Ryoma Echizen pointed his racket directly at Tsukiya Natsume.

"Tachibana's little sister, aren't you going on a date with me?"

Natsume Tsukiya smiled and looked at Tachibana An again.

"Ignore..."

These two words popped into everyone's mind.

Izumi and Fukawa were uneasy. They had long been aware of Echizen Ryoma's domineering nature, and had experienced it many times. With his bad temper, now that he was being ignored, a fight might break out.

"I already said no." Tachibana An also paused for a moment, glanced at Echizen Ryoma, and replied to Natsume Tsukiya.

"Never mind then, I'm leaving."

Natsume Tsukiya put his hands behind his head, closed his eyes, and looked towards the exit, saying:

"We'll meet again, Anzu!"

After saying that, he held his head and left.

"That guy..." Fukawa said timidly, "He didn't even glance at Echizen from Seigaku once from beginning to end."

"That's terrifying," Izumi nodded in agreement.

Ryoma Echizen lowered the brim of his hat, the shadow obscuring his eyes, and a sense of anger slowly welled up within him.

"Um."

Momoshiro Takeshi watched the departing figure with a sigh, gave a heavy "hmm," walked to Echizen Ryoma's side, and said:

"Echizen, is there someone you also want to defeat no matter what?"

"Senior Tao, I'm leaving now."

Ryoma Echizen, his face grim, pulled down his hat brim, turned and walked toward the exit, his hands in his pockets, his small frame casting a long shadow, his displeasure palpable.

"....."

Momoshiro Takeshi didn't utter the name Echizen as he usually did; today's events prevented him from saying it.

"Hey, Momoshiro, are you alright?"

As Tachibana An watched Echizen Ryoma leave with a gloomy expression, she spoke to Momoshiro Takeshi with a hint of guilt.

"It's nothing." Momoshiro Takeshi chuckled, scratching his head, but he kept the words "Natsume Tsukiya" firmly in his mind.

"He went too far."

Ju Xing pouted, saying one thing but not quite agreeing in her heart; in short, she was conflicted.

To be honest, I actually felt a little bit of sweetness in my heart.

In all my years, no one has ever come up to me so openly and honestly and asked me out on a date.

That girl would be happy....

"Um, Momoshiro, if there's nothing else, we'll be going now."

The two people from Yulin next to them, looking timid and fearful, greeted each other and then tried to escape as if they were fleeing.

"Stop!" Momoshiro Takeshi said firmly.

"Momoshiro, what are you doing?" The two stopped in their tracks.

"Let's have a match," Momoshiro Takeshi suddenly said, pointing his racket at the two men.

"Never mind, it's too late today." The two wanted to escape.

"We must fight."

"Hey, Momoshiro, you can't just take nothing and then cling to the two of us, can you?"

"Are you scared?"

Why would we be afraid of you?

........

"Momoshiro, he's not human."

Momoshiro Takeshi was no longer cautious this time, but instead unleashed a powerful and unrestrained attack, his strength flowing like a mighty river, leaving the duo screaming and howling in agony.

Momoshiro felt much more relaxed, but he was still bothered by the shutout.

A temple near the Echizen family home.

"What's wrong, teenager?"

Echizen Nanjiro casually rubbed one hand in his pocket, swinging his racket with a relaxed expression, and grinned, his mustache blossoming into a hedgehog-like flower.

"Bang!"

Ryoma's drive was more vigorous than usual, and his expression seemed to be stimulated by something. Nanjiro Echizen glanced at him with one eye, not caring at all, only thinking that it would be more fun if there were more of this kind of stimulation.

"Boy, you're not strong enough," Echizen Nanjiro taunted.

"That old man is so noisy."

Ryoma Echizen had already assumed that the unkempt old man opposite him was the guy he had met at the streetball court.

After all, both of them possessed a kind of strength that they didn't care about at all, a state that Echizen Ryoma was all too familiar with.

This state,

The peak of the battle was reached when Takeshi Momoshiro uttered the line, "Echizen, is there someone you absolutely want to defeat?"

"Boy, that's not enough." Although Echizen Nanjiro provoked him again, his eyes became more serious. He could tell that his son was probably facing greater difficulties than before.

"Bang!"

With a slight increase in force, the ball was flattened and slapped towards the corner, bouncing back with a series of thuds.

Ryoma Echizen paused for a moment, then picked up his racket with a gloomy expression, walked to the side, and slowly began to pack his things.

"What, you're not fighting anymore?" Echizen Nanjiro asked.

Ryoma Echizen did not answer and left directly.

"Hey, Senior Tao."

A moment later, Momoshiro Takeshi received a phone call from Echizen Ryoma, whose tone was slightly cold.

"Ah, Echizen."

Momoshiro Takeshi had just finished showering, a towel covering his head, and was rubbing his hair incessantly when he asked:

"What is it?"

"Can you tell me about that person from today?" Finally, after a long silence, Ryoma Echizen spoke up, still holding a grudge.

"Ah, that person, I think his name is Natsume Tsukiya..."

Momoshiro Takeshi tilted his head, thinking as he answered.

.....

street.

Ju Xing was carrying a backpack and licking candy with both hands.

Two men in black suddenly darted out from around the corner, gritting their teeth as they rushed over. They stopped abruptly beside him and asked with concern, "Xiao Xing, are you alright?"

"Are you alright?"

Ju Xing answered with a smile, then asked:

"Shinshi, Kamio, what's wrong with you two?"

Kamio Akira's gaze swept rapidly behind Tachibana An, his fists clenched tightly as he gritted his teeth, and he asked:

"Where's that guy who was harassing you?"

"What guy?" Tachibana asked, puzzled.

"We've all heard that those two guys from Yulin said someone's been pestering you to go on a date with them, so we rushed over right away. But, I think it's best to find out why that person's pestering you, or at least talk to Captain Ju about it..."

The conversation was picked up by Shinji Ibu, and he couldn't stop nagging.

Akira Kamio's eyebrows twitched, and he said:

"Xiao Xing, don't be afraid, we will protect you."

"You mean Natsume Tsukiya?"

Tachibana An finally understood why the two of them were in such a hurry. However, when it came to harassment, she couldn't think of it at all, at least she didn't think that Natsume Tsuki was harassing her, so she was puzzled at first.

"Oh, so that guy's name is Natsume Tsukiya..." Shinji Ibu spoke up again.

"Where is he?" Kamio Akira interrupted him directly and asked.

Ju Xing smiled and said, "He went back."

"Which school does he go to?" Shinji Ibu asked.

"Yes." Kamio Akira stared intently at Tachibana An and said, "We'll teach that guy a lesson next time."

"I don't know," Tachibana An said with a light, quick turn.

"What?"

Akira Kamio was taken aback in surprise:

"you do not know?"

Ju Xing: "He didn't say anything."

"..." Shinji Ibu fell into deep thought.

Tachibana An then said earnestly:

"But I need to tell my brother about this. If he runs into that person, he has to be careful."

"Why?" Kamio Akira asked, puzzled.

"He's very good, and he also plays tennis. I think he has a chance to compete in the national tournament."

Tachibana An patiently said:

"He fought against Momoshiro from Seigaku, but Momoshiro didn't score a single point..."

Ju Xing carefully explained the situation of the competition to the two of them.

"What? Momoshiro didn't win a single point?" The two looked at each other in shock, both quite surprised.

Ju Xing nodded, and then said:

"Let's hurry back, the Kanto Tournament draw is tomorrow..."