The Prince of Tennis, Talent Replication

"That brat, how did he know in advance that Captain Tachibana of Fudomine would be playing number three in singles?"

Shiba Saori was extremely surprised.

On the court, Juju Ping carried his racket, quite satisfied with his setup.

As the coach of Fudomine and captain of the tennis team, he built this black army from scratch. Without wisdom, they wouldn't have gotten to where they are today.

As a dark horse that suddenly emerged from the preliminaries, Fudomine had already proven in the regional preliminaries that it was capable of competing in the national tournament.

As the captain of Fudomine, it is also necessary to pay attention to the opponent's situation.

Facing Hyotei was inevitable from the start.

Kippei Tachibana was well aware that Hyotei was not to be trifled with.

But Hyotei has always been arrogant. As an undefeated team, Hyotei doesn't even take the seeded team Seigaku seriously. They only have Rikkai in their eyes, so why would they care about Fudomine, an opponent whose name they had never even heard of before this year's regional preliminaries?!

In the first two matches, Hyotei's opponents were like elementary school students, completely unable to put up a fight.

Chenba Taitung and Ochi Nanchuan are both considered relatively strong teams.

Kippei Tachibana anticipated that Hyotei would underestimate Fudomine.

Therefore, he initially fielded the Ishida Tetsuya and Sakurai Masaya pairing, then paired the very strong Kamio Akira and Ibu Shinji as doubles number one, while he himself served as singles number three.

Kippei Tachibana's arrangement had two purposes. If he won the first two matches, he would definitely be able to finish the match against Hyotei in the third singles game, successfully obtain a ticket to the Kanto Tournament, and make history for Fudomine.

If the opponents in the first two matches are too strong, I will act as the goalkeeper to prevent them from winning 3-0, thus leaving opportunities for the later matches and preventing the score from becoming too embarrassing.

I was incredibly lucky today. Our opponent, Hyotei, actually fielded a substitute player, which allowed Fudomine to easily win two games.

So in this third match, it will be the little Fudomine who will send this emperor, who has been sitting on the throne for too long, to the loser's bracket for resurrection.

"Aren't you a general? Why are you out so early?"

Ryo Mido was as arrogant as ever, so arrogant that he didn't even know who his opponent was before he started making boastful remarks before the match:

"However, no matter who it is, I will beat him within twenty minutes."

"The match between Hyotei and Fudomine in singles number three is now starting. Hyotei's Ryo Mido serves."

"Tap tap tap~"

Ryo Mido dribbled the ball, gripping it tightly in his hand, and looked at the opponent, saying:

"You think you've got it all figured out just because you beat us two games? Don't be dreaming!"

"Bang!"

That explosive shot was enough to demonstrate the level of Hyotei's starting lineup.

The entire audience gasped in surprise.

"As expected of Hyotei's regular player, he's far superior to any substitute."

"Mido can hold Hyotei's line, so there's no need to worry."

.....

"We, Hyotei, have won." Ryo Mido was on high alert after hitting the ball, ready to intercept at any moment, regardless of whether his opponent could return the ball or not.

"That's for the next game."

For Tachibana Kippei, a formidable player who dominated the Kyushu region, this goal was an easy one.

Seeing his high-speed serve being returned, Ryo Mido remained completely calm, quickly rushing forward to deliver his signature volley.

"Bang bang bang~"

The two fought back and forth, but Atobe Keigo's face remained cold and sinister.

By observing the opponent's condition, one can judge the opponent's strength or weakness.

At this moment, the commander of Fudomine had his lips tightly pursed, and his eyes revealed a look of determination. He did not take Mido Ryo's attack seriously at all, as if it were just a warm-up match.

This is not the kind of performance an opponent should have when facing Hyotei.

But Atobe Keigo still couldn't figure out what was wrong.

"That Tachibana Kippei from Fudomine is really strong. He's managed to play against Hyotei's regulars for so long."

"Fudomine? Never heard of it."

"An unnamed school probably won't last much longer."

.....

"Is Hyotei going to lose?" Shiba Saori glanced at Natsume Tsukiya with concern.

"We'll lose." Natsume Tsukiya smiled brightly, as if it were no big deal.

"Huh~" Everyone looked at him in surprise.

The situation on the field has changed.

"Hyotei Hyotei~"

"How about that? You've had enough, haven't you?"

The composed Tachibana Kippei suddenly became fierce, and his speed exploded instantly, throwing Mido Ryo off balance and leaving him struggling to keep up.

"It's about time to move forward."

After finishing speaking, Tachibana Kippei suddenly hit the ball towards Mido Ryo's feet.

"Fudomine scores, making the score 1-0."

The referee had already announced the score, but Ryo Mido hadn't even reacted yet.

Everything changed too quickly; he had no idea why the guy opposite him had suddenly become so sharp.

"No way, Mido actually lost."

"Exactly, how could this happen?"

"Mido is Hyotei's ace player, how could she lose?"

"..."

Shiba Saori looked at Natsume Tsukiya strangely, a feeling of wanting to run away welling up inside her.

Satoshi Horio: "Hyotei isn't really going to play in the revival match, is they?"

"Beat up Fuji's younger brother?" someone nearby chimed in.

Inui Sadaharu pushed up his glasses and scrutinized Natsume Tsukiya of Hyotei through the frames, feeling that he was a very dangerous person.

"Bang bang bang~"

"Match ended, Fudomine wins, score 6-0!"

When the referee announced the result, Ryo Mido looked dejected.

Jujuhei turned his head and said:

"Sorry, it'll be over in fifteen minutes!"

Atobe Keigo gripped the barbed wire tightly, thinking to himself:

"That guy, Tachibana, the ace of Shishiraku Junior High School in Kyushu, actually shaved his head and showed up at the Metropolitan Tournament. He actually tricked me."

"See you at the Kanto Tournament, everyone."

Natsume Tsuki also gave a gentlemanly bow and said:

"At that time, we'll be opponents, so please go easy on us."

"You'll be competing too?" Saori Shiba asked.

"Miss Shiba Saori, don't forget to have tea with me!" Natsume Tsuki also walked towards Hyotei with a smile, waving to Shiba Saori.

"He doesn't seem to care at all that Hyotei failed to make it to the semifinals," Katsuro Kato asked.

Satoshi Horio, in his self-righteousness, replied, "People like that are often the most dangerous."

His words shocked everyone, and they all turned to look at the figure from behind.

Natsume Tsuki leaned against the exit and said:

"So, I told you you're going to be kicked off the tennis team, Mido?"

"Damn it." Ryo Mido gritted his teeth. He couldn't accept being removed from the regular team, especially since this guy had predicted it beforehand.

Before he could say anything more, Natsume Tsuki also turned and walked towards Atobe Keigo.

"Atobe, it was your mistake that led to Hyotei's disgrace."

Natsume Tsuki also said:

"In the school ranking competition, once I defeat you, you will be banned from the competition."

Atobe Keigo was taken aback; he hadn't expected that the guy had actually guessed right.

When he heard that Atobe Keigo wanted to ban him from the competition, he laughed and said:

"Hmph, you're still a long way from defeating me."

Although Atobe Keigo was defeated, he was not too discouraged.

I simply called Shintaro to report on today's match.

Preparing to participate in the losers' bracket revival match.