The Prince of Tennis, Talent Replication

"Six to zero!"

Fuji Syusuke's pupils dilated like an elastic band, indicating that his ability to defeat Yuuta meant that Yuuta was quite strong.

"Is there any other data?" Fuji Syusuke asked.

Sadaharu Inui often had a mysterious air about him, so much so that Syusuke Fuji would have a vague expectation, even though he knew that Sadaharu Inui had only arrived a few minutes earlier than him, he still asked him in this way.

"Data?"

Inui Sadaharu was taken aback; his gaze behind his glasses seemed to reflect light.

"How could that be? Senior Qian just arrived," Momoshiro Takeshi interjected.

"Data?"

It was Inoue Mamoru who spoke. He rummaged through his pockets for a moment, pulled out a small notebook, and said:

"I did jot some down as I went along."

"what?"

Everyone looked at Inoue Mamoru in surprise.

"..."

Inoue Mamoru smiled habitually:

"It's mainly because Natsume Tsukiya from Hyotei is too special. I just jotted down some notes for the sake of the report."

Inui Sadaharu vaguely guessed that the reporter was probably so impressed by the extraordinary speed of the serve that he recorded the data.

"During the competition..."

Fuji Syusuke took it first, examined it carefully, and was greatly surprised, saying:

"Did a game really take this long?"

"what!"

Inoue Mamoru nodded and recalled:

"That's exactly why, in the first point, which lasted several tens of minutes, Kiyosumi Sengoku went all out from the start, expending too much energy, which led to cramps and ultimately losing the match!"

"So, the biggest reason Sengoku lost was actually a cramp?"

Momoshiro Takeshi was excited, extremely excited. To be honest, he didn't deny Natsume Tsukiya's strength, but the fact that the opponent was able to defeat Sengoku Kiyosumi 6-0 was undoubtedly a huge blow to him.

If Sengoku Kiyosumi's loss in the match wasn't just a matter of skill, then he might be able to regain face from Natsume Tsukiya, although it would be difficult.

He slowly looked at Inoue Mamoru.

"Well, it's true that Sengoku from Yamabuki started cramping up after playing two balls. He endured the pain of cramping to finish the rest of the game, so you could say that he lost because of cramping."

Inoue Mamoru was referring to the surface phenomena of the match, concealing his true feelings about the difference in strength between the two teams. After all, his opponent hadn't asked that question; they just wanted to know about the cramps, so his answer was acceptable.

Inoue Mamoru's remarks are often used by people who look for excuses or belittle Hyotei. They believe that Natsume Tsukiya was able to shut out Sengoku Kiyosumi without a hitch because he took advantage of Sengoku Kiyosumi's cramp.

Little did they know,

The incident of Sengoku Kiyosumi having a muscle spasm was orchestrated by Natsume Tsukiya.

"Xiaoxing, did you hear that? That guy was only able to defeat Sengoku Kiyosumi because he had a cramp, so don't worry."

After listening, Akira Kamio gave a thumbs-up and spoke enthusiastically.

Takeshi Momoshiro: "I remember, Hyotei's next opponent..."

As he hesitated, Akira Kamio interrupted:

"That's right, it's Fudomine! I will definitely defeat Hyotei Atobe!"

Anzu Tachibana: "Kamio, don't say that."

"Kanpai, what's wrong?" Akira Kamio noticed that Anzu Tachibana was acting strangely.

"No," Tachibana An replied with a smile, though she was actually quite worried. She then turned to Momoshiro and said, "Momoshiro, we're leaving."

Inui Sadaharu stuck his head out.

Momoshiro Takeshi didn't know what to say.

News of Yamabuki's crushing defeat quickly spread throughout the entire region.

Kirihara Akaya: "Those second-rate teams, they lost, so what!"

Genichiro Sanada: "It seems that Hyotei's official team members are very strong this time."

Niou Masaharu smacked his lips and said:

"I heard that Hyotei's second-year captain is trying to stop Rikkai from winning their third consecutive championship. Against a school like Yamabuki that has no distinguishing features, they only managed two 6-0 victories. If it were Rikkai, they would definitely win every time!"

Jackal Kuwabara ran up to Marui Bunta, "I heard someone's using your tightrope walking technique?"

"puff!"

With a popping sound, Marui Bunta popped the bubble gum he needed to conserve his energy into his mouth and said nonchalantly:

"How could such a thing be? Stop nagging!"

...

Hyotei's sweeping victory over Yamabuki greatly enhanced Hyotei's reputation, especially among schools that had previously lost to Yamabuki, who were all deeply inspired by this.

Hyotei:

"What do we do next?"

Looking at the scenery receding into the distance as the bus drove away, Mukahi Gakuto asked, somewhat bored.

Atobe Keigo crossed his legs and cast a glance at Natsume Tsukiya.

"Naturally, we need to intensify our training."

Natsume Tsukiya sat down next to Niizuma Nozomi and said with a grin:

"Hyotei will definitely face Rikkai. With Hyotei's current level, they're far from strong enough to defeat Rikkai. So, we need to go back and train extra hard!"

"Special training?"

Yuushi Oshitari frowned and said:

"We still have a match against Fudomine tomorrow."

"Hyotei's only goal has always been the national championship. As for Fudomine, we'll settle the score from last time this time."

Natsume Tsuki also knew that the entire Hyotei team was still resentful about losing to Fudomine in the quarterfinals of the Metropolitan Tournament. For Hyotei, it was indeed a very embarrassing thing. You have to know that Hyotei had been the champion of the Metropolitan Tournament for the past few years, but this year they were relegated to the losers' bracket by an unknown team. It was as if Hyotei's past was being denied. How could this debt not be settled?

They had been worried that Natsume Tsuki might have other ideas, but after hearing what he said, everyone felt relieved.

"Fudomine!" Atobe Keigo frowned.

He will never forget this debt.

Natsume Tsukiya then continued:

"Fudomine is nothing to worry about; we'll train him more when we get back!"

A moment of silence fell over everyone.

The luxury bus stopped inside Hyotei Academy.

The next match doesn't start until tomorrow, so there's still plenty of time.

The team members arrived at an indoor tennis court on the second floor of Hyotei.

"Tsukiya, what are you doing training here?"

Ryo Mido looked around. This was hardly a good venue. For the Hyotei team members who had enjoyed all the luxuries, this place was far from ideal.

"despair!"

With a snap of his fingers, Keigo Atobe caused the lights to suddenly blaze on, so bright that it was impossible to open one's eyes.

"I designed this venue with great care."

Natsume Tsuki slowly walked onto the court. There were only two or three courts here, not very big, and the surrounding area was very enclosed.

"Meticulously designed?"

Ryo Mido was puzzled. "I can't tell at all."

You'll find out soon enough.

Natsume Tsuki also raised his hand and clapped twice. Club members pushed a ball-serving machine out from the passageway.

Looking at the multiple ball-serving machines, the Hyotei team members were puzzled, and even Atobe Keigo didn't understand what they were doing.

"Now, Ootori and Mido, enter the arena."

Natsume Tsukiya immediately gave the order.

The minister's orders cannot be disobeyed. As far as the members of Hyotei are concerned, as long as they are stronger than them, they will not act recklessly.

Ryo Mido was the first to walk onto the court, followed by Chotaro Ootori, who walked in with a puzzled look and stood opposite Mido.

Just then, a few people came over and took away the net in the middle.

This left the two of them puzzled.

Two more people came over, each carrying a black bandage, and handed it to Ryo Mido and Chotaro Ootori.

The two of them each held the long strip of pure cotton cloth in their hands, looking at Natsume Tsukiya with puzzled expressions, and the others also had the same question in their eyes.

Ootori Chōtarō glanced at the strip of cloth in his hand and asked:

"Minister, what does this mean?"

Natsume Tsukiya said calmly:

"Now please blindfold yourselves."

The two looked at each other, puzzled, but decided to do as instructed.

He deftly placed the strip of cloth across his eye socket, and instantly everything went black.

"Starting now."

Natsume Tsukiya's voice came from inside, but the two of them just kept spinning around in circles, not knowing where the voice came from.

It turns out that Natsume Tsuki had also installed loudspeakers in various places. As long as he spoke into one place, the sound would become muffled when it reached the ears of the people in the stadium, and their ears would not be able to distinguish where the sound was coming from.

"You need to rely on your hearing to determine the direction of the ball, and then hit it."

No sooner had Natsume Tsukiya finished speaking than a chorus of surprised exclamations arose in the room, "What?"

Atobe Keigo was taken aback, thinking, "So that's what this guy was up to."

Natsume Tsuki also asked Atobe Keigo to purchase various machines and audio equipment for this very purpose.

"Alright, now focus your attention."

Natsume Tsuki also shouted:

"At the beginning, someone will feed you balls. Once you get used to it, you'll be able to use a ball-serving machine. The speed will be very high then. I wish you good luck."

The two people in the room were still at a loss.

Standing in the stadium, I listened intently.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

The sounds of blows erupted from all directions. Ryo Mido and Chotaro Ootori frantically raised their paddles, followed by cries of pain.

The two players swung their rackets haphazardly, seemingly with some method, but they couldn't hit a single ball and instead took a lot of hits.

This scene,

He stared blankly at Atobe Keigo and the others.

Gakuto Mukahi looked at Yuushi Oshitari, "Hey, Yuushi, is it really possible to catch that?"

The players serving are all top players on the team. They may not be as good as the starters, but they're not bad either. Everyone who has a place in Hyotei has some special skills, and they're all using them on these two right now.

The first round is over.

The players serving each carried a racket and held a tennis ball in their hands, all looking towards Natsume Tsukiya, their eyes waiting for his instructions.

Raising his hand and bending his fingers slightly, the crowd received the signal and tossed the ball into the air with perfect timing, swinging it out almost simultaneously.

The thuds rang out again. The two people in charge could hear the sounds coming from all directions. Their eyes were covered, so they couldn't see the ball's trajectory at all. There was no way to avoid it, so they could only judge based on one of the directions.

"Aaaaaah!"

The cries of pain came from Ryo Mido and Chotaro Ootori.

"Pay attention to the air."

Natsume Tsukiya leaned leisurely against the railing and raised the microphone to remind her.

Ryo Mido and Chotaro Ootori finally calmed down, and then the banging sounds came again.

Instead of turning their heads left and right to listen, the two stood calmly, listening intently and sensing the fluctuations in the air.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Two sounds in quick succession.

I finally hit it, but I don't know where the ball flew off to.

And so it began, with round after round of feeding the ball.

The two gradually became able to catch it.

Natsume Tsukiya raised his hand to stop them, and then said:

"Change the ball-serving machine!"

Mukahi Gakuto asked nervously, "Hey, is this really going to work?"

The speed of the ball-serving machine is enough to make one's heart race.

"Pay attention!"

Natsume Tsuki continued to do things his own way.

Two ball-serving machines were pointed at the two players.

"Bang bang bang!"

Tennis balls were ejected from the ball machine and shot toward the two players.

Both players were able to receive the serve, and they were physically exhausted.

However, the sharp voice still put the two of them on high alert.

This time, it's not from all directions, but only one direction, and the number of balls isn't just one.

"Bang!"

Ryo Mido and Chotaro Ootori busily swung their rackets, sending the oncoming tennis balls flying.

"Five seconds!"

"Three seconds!"

"Two seconds!"

The intervals between serves became shorter and shorter, and they were uninterrupted.

The two were exhausted and drenched in sweat. Their concentration began to wane, and their hands and feet were sore and numb.

"You can stop if you can't keep going."

"Natsume Tsukiya said casually."

Upon hearing this, Ryo Mido was extremely resentful. Despite his arm being numb, he gritted his teeth and continued.

Everyone at Hyotei was deeply moved upon seeing it.

Especially Yuushi Oshitari, who never expected such a training method. He always trained according to his own methods. For someone who frequently attends violin lessons, he believed that he should control his own life rhythm. He had his own views on Natsume Tsukiya's training.

now,

He was wondering if he could handle it.

What's truly arousing is Ryo Mido's demeanor; his legs are flapping like butterfly wings, yet he's still gritting his teeth and desperately persevering.

Hiyoshi Waka had been eager to try for a while and had already silently gripped his racket in his hand.

Keigo Atobe asked, "With this kind of training, will we even be able to play tomorrow?"

"Absolutely," Natsume Tsukiya replied without hesitation.

He raised his hand again, and the group of people started to move again, stopping the ball-serving machine.

"You two fight it out."

Natsume Tsuki also said.

"What?"

Ryo Mido and Chotaro Ootori both exclaimed in surprise.

"You two are partners. As partners, how can you achieve synchronization and resonance if you don't even understand each other's game?"

Natsume Tsukiya also questioned:

"You need to know your partner as well as you know yourself."

"Senior Mido?" Ootori Chōtarō called out.

"Come on, Chotaro," Ryo Mido called out, "Let me see if you've improved."

Ootori Chotaro held a ball in his hand.

It was thrown into the air.

He carefully felt the ball moving away from him, raised his racket, and with a thud, shot it towards Ryo Mido.

Ryo Mido was exhausted, but he could still tell that the ball had been quite powerful.

Before the ball even hit the ground, he started jogging, but the sound of his footsteps came from all directions and was completely indistinguishable to Chotaro.

He was filled with doubt.

"Bang!"

Finally, we could hear the direction of the impact.

It turns out that this effect was created by Natsume Tsukiya using the switching on and off of electricity.

The goal is to train the two people's perception.

"Bang!"

The fight between the two became increasingly intense.