The Prince of Tennis, Talent Replication

Atobe Keigo suddenly looked in the direction of the sound. Two of his fingers were as white as jade, with a slight pinkish tinge, while his other hand was as slender as a willow, as white as snow, and held above his head like a peacock.

Obviously,

That crisp snap of the fingers just now came from this fair wrist, large enough to be used as a handprint.

The Hyotei members instinctively thought that the snapping of fingers was done by Atobe Keigo, but when they looked in the direction of the sound, they saw the radiant crown of the young girl Niizuma, her face as beautiful as a peach blossom.

"......"

Sudden changes always leave people bewildered.

Atobe Keigo simply smiled, already convinced that the instigator was none other than Natsume Tsuki.

In the blink of an eye, on the field,

Kabaji Takahiro's posture had changed, and it was as if a misty current was wrapping around his wrist, completely altering his aura.

"Could it be... that's what Natsume meant by 'using four ounces to move a thousand pounds'?"

Atobe Keigo's eyes were deep. He couldn't help but pay attention to Hyotei, this mysterious and unpredictable guy, and he naturally focused his attention on observing him.

Fudomine Ishida Tetsuya's shot was like a dragon's momentum, visibly causing broken bones and wrists. An ordinary person attempting to return it would either have their racket sent flying or be knocked away along with the racket...

Keigo Atobe has no worries about Takahiro Kabaji at all, but what kind of surprise will he bring him?

"Snap snap snap snap~~"

As the ball flew towards him, Kabaji Takahiro remained calm and composed, proactively moving his racket to meet it. In a moment of carelessness, he got very close to the ball, feeling no impact whatsoever, nor did he collide with it; it was more like he was just brushing against it.

The wrist sifted and churned the ball so evenly that the bursting tennis ball seemed to be spun out of control, completely losing its power and only making a low rustling sound.

"How...how could this happen?"

Ishida's iron pupils trembled, his heart filled with utter astonishment:

"The opponent... actually caught it so easily, and not even with a Wave Ball?"

"Ishida's... Wave Sphere... has actually been cracked?"

Ju Xing hurriedly took two steps forward, muttering in disbelief.

Ju Juping remained silent, but couldn't help feeling surprised:

"Ishida's Wave Ball, the opponent can not only easily imitate it, but judging from that ball just now, the opponent obviously didn't change their strategy because they couldn't hit it. Was it just to show off their special move? Hyotei—"

"That monster can keep the ball on the racket for so long."

Sengoku Kiyosumi of Yamabuki spoke in a deep and focused tone, swiftly breaking down Kabaji Takahiro's counterattack into a grid of movements in an instant, leaving him deeply shocked—

Generally speaking, if a tennis ball is not returned for a long time or does not land, the force of the incoming attack will decrease over time, and the return will be soft and weak.

Kabaji Takahiro can make the tennis ball on his racket spin like a top without slowing down. He is definitely a weirdo with this ability.

Kabaji Takahiro's gaze swept across the other side like a lighthouse surveying the area. Suddenly, his pupils dilated, and he clearly saw the muscles in Ishida's iron arm twitching.

Ishida Tetsuya's arm simply couldn't support him forcing a second shot with the same force, but his opponent had easily received his 120% power spike. He had no reason to back down, even if he could only hit one more shot...

"Bang!"

Kabaji Takahiro swung the ball heavily, and the tennis ball, like a serpent, darted towards his teammate Sakurai Masaya.

Sakurai Masaya was stunned for a moment, then immediately sprinted off. With a loud thud, Sakurai Masaya felt a sense of loss as he watched the ball disappear under his feet.

"Zero to thirty!"

The two, Fudomine and Fudomine, stood frozen in place, completely stunned.

"They can't even catch the ball?"

A fleeting suspicion crossed their minds.

"Is this what they call using minimal force to achieve maximum effect?"

Atobe Keigo frowned, a sense of unease creeping into his mind. There didn't seem to be anything particularly special about it; it wasn't impossible to catch something like the Wave Ball head-on...

Obviously,

Kabaji Takahiro's performance on that ball did not exceed Atobe Keigo's expectations at all, making him wonder if he had been too demanding of Natsume Tsukiya.

Logically speaking, any technique with a name should have some substance, and Natsume Tsukiya's techniques shouldn't be limited to just a little bit...

"hateful."

Sakurai Masahiro also felt guilty.

That ball was clearly within reach, but it slipped away like an eel. How could I not think it was awful?

"..."

The two stared at the Hyotei duo in silence for a moment before Ishida Tetsu continued serving.

Aching and swelling,

My arm is really sore and painful.

There's nothing we can do about it.

"Snapped!"

The enormous roar reverberated throughout the stadium, eliciting a murmur of "Oh!" from the entire crowd.

"Wave serve?"

"That Ishida from Fudomine is really strong."

"That's amazing! If they weren't Hyotei, they would have lost already, wouldn't they?"

...

The various exclamations of surprise should have been joyful, but Tachibana Kippei felt no pleasure at all. Ishida Tetsuya's strength came at the cost of his health, and he couldn't help but shout out:

"Ishida, stop! You'll destroy yourself!"

"....."

Ishida Tetsuya completely ignored him, only offering a silent apology:

"I'm sorry, Captain Tachibana..."

"That guy actually has this trick up his sleeve." Mukahi Gakuin was surprised, but still didn't intend to make a move.

"They're here!"

People outside the venue,

Seeing Kabaji Takahiro leisurely swinging his racket, they couldn't help but shout excitedly.

Kabaji Takahiro raised his head slightly, and a fierce glint suddenly flashed in his dull pupils, startling Ishida Tetsuichi. He secretly gathered strength in his hands and feet, ready to fight to the death at any moment.

"Bang!"

After a series of sweeping strokes, like drifting clouds, Takahiro Kabaji swung his racket, his entire sleeve billowing in the wind.

"Ah~~"

The roar was drawn out for a long time, at least four beats, as if the force was surging through his body. Ishida Gin made up his mind and once again forcefully assumed the Wave Ball stance.

"Phew~"

The moment the racket touched the tennis ball, Ishida Tetsu heard a light, floating sound, and felt as if he had suddenly lost his balance while standing on the riverbank and was about to fall into the river, almost throwing himself out.

"How could this happen?"

He was greatly surprised. It was as if the force of the entire tennis ball had been completely removed. The wave ball relies on gathering power in the arm, as well as external force, such as when sprinting, the force is stronger than that of an ordinary wave ball.

But that last shot lacked any power...

No, it's the instant the racket makes contact that reduces the force of the entire ball to zero...

"despair!"

A soft sound.

"Zero to forty!"

Upon hearing the score, Ishida Tetsuya froze, his pupils visibly trembling.

"Unbelievable..." Tachibana An murmured to herself, "Ishida actually went online..."

"It touched the net, has the Wave Ball stopped working?"

"It looked like he hit a wave ball just now."

"How could this happen?"

.....

Kippei Tachibana wondered, "Given Ishida's ball control and ability to hit such explosive, undulating shots, he shouldn't make such a basic mistake as touching the net. The problem must lie with his opponent..."

He turned his gaze back to Kabaji Takahiro, only to find that the big blockhead of Hyotei remained completely unmoved, showing no sign of anything.

My doubts deepened.

"Oh?"

Atobe Keigo was equally puzzled. In just a moment, the situation on the field had changed unexpectedly. It was not hard to tell from the faces of the players from Fudomine who knew how to use the Wave Ball that Kabaji's ball must have been extraordinary.

Atobe Keigo glanced sideways, but Natsume Tsuki seemed oblivious, his expression unwavering as he held Niizuma Hokan's slender, delicate hand, calculating her fortune...

"That guy!"

Atobe Keigo secretly complained.

"....."

"Did you see that, Mizuki?" Fuji Yuuta shouted. "That weirdo's shot just now seemed a bit off."

"I saw it." Guan Yuechu's twirling of his bangs slowed down as his brows furrowed.

"Ishida of Fudomine actually made a mistake?" Inoue Mamoru wondered, thinking to himself, "What on earth happened?"

"Kabaji!"

"yes!"

"Let's take this one shot and win the game," Mukahi Gakuto said with a smile.

He was pleased by the murmurs around him; the new minister's tactic had worked, effectively crippling the opposing side's fighting strength with a single move.

However, he still couldn't understand why he would use this move. According to Mukahi Gakuto's thinking, since they could confront each other head-on, why avoid his sharp edge?

The other party seemed to be a tough nut to crack, and a tough nut to crack should be even tougher than him, but he said that since it was the minister's request, he should just comply.

Mukahi Gakuin's arrogance faded, and he focused more on his self-confidence, a fact he himself didn't even realize.

"Again!"

Ishida Tetsuya was deeply shocked by what had just happened, but he was unwilling to admit defeat. Fudomine had a broken arm, but he would not admit defeat.

"call out!"

He tossed the ball into the air, his bulging arm muscles twitching like a toad's chin. He forced himself to endure it and swung the ball.

They charged into the opponent's backcourt amidst raging flames.

Mukahi Gakuto turned his head to look.

Kabaji Takahiro's appearance, with its rough exterior but meticulous nature, was amusing.

A streak of light, like the tail of a comet, shot out in an instant.

Knowing that Ishida Tetsuya's arm was as heavy as iron, Sakurai Masaya rushed forward, attempting to block Kabaji Takahiro's counterattack in the middle.

"Rustling!"

He swung his racket, but it was like trying to fill a basket with water—he got nothing in return.

He watched helplessly as the tennis ball flashed before his eyes, heading straight for Ishida Tetsuya.

"ah!!"

Ishida Tetsuya was already prepared. His muscles bulged, and he swung the ball violently. Having learned from his previous experience, he instinctively steadied himself. The moment he made contact with the tennis ball, he immediately realized that his opponent had completely neutralized his force. Just as he expected!

"despair!"

The tennis ball hit the net again in the middle. Ishida Tetsuya watched the ball roll back, feeling empty and adrift, like a rootless duckweed, completely helpless against his opponent.

hateful.....

The victory that Fudomine needs is one that Ishida Tetsuya cannot achieve!

Everyone outside was shocked, but Tachibana Kippei secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Captain Tachibana, how could this happen?" Akira Kamio shouted, unable to contain himself any longer.

"Kamio, you should go warm up."

Akira Kamio couldn't disobey Kippei's words, so he obediently took his racket and went out.

"Game Hyōtei, one game to Love!"

The referee announced:

"Change court!"

As they passed each other, Mukahi Gakuto glanced at the arm and was immediately horrified. Had that arm really gotten to this extent?

He frowned slightly and turned to look at Natsume Tsukiya in the Hyotei stands.

"Bang!"

The game resumed.

After applying a cold compress, Ishida continued to grit his teeth and fight on the court.

"You're amazing, but it's a pity you met Hyotei."

Mukahi Gakuto ran and joined the fight.

"Bang!"

Every time Ishida Tetsu hit a wave ball, Mukahi Gakuto would dodge, making way for Kabaji Takahiro.

No matter how many times they rallied, as long as it was a wave ball, Ishida Tetsu would always manage to hit it at the net.

"How could this happen?"

"How did Takahiro Kabaji of Hyotei manage to make the wave ball always hit the net?"

"That guy has terrifying ball control."

......

The widespread surprise and suspicion were entirely expected.

As a reporter for a tennis monthly magazine, Mamoru Inoue was also busy, constantly taking photos, capturing the moments of lobbed balls and counter-attacks hitting the net—all material that could be published in the magazine. Occasionally, he would pause and think:

"Fudomine seems to have truly encountered an insurmountable opponent this time. Judging from the current score, Fudomine's doubles team, which once crushed Hyotei, is probably destined to be defeated 6-0..."

His thoughts paused for a moment, and Inoue Mamoru looked up at Natsume Tsukiya:

"Hyotei has always been strong in previous matches, but this year's situation is unprecedented. Could this overwhelming style of play be due to the appearance of Natsume Tsukiya?"

As an observer, Inoue Mamoru could clearly feel the oppressive yet confident atmosphere, and he was full of doubts about how Natsume Tsukiya had managed to do it. The changes at Hyotei were something that one could feel personally, yet it was difficult to explain.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Struggling, struggling.

The struggle and effort of the two men from Fudomine were truly moving.

But it's all over!

"Bang!"

Gakuto Mukahi threw out his last ball, which bounced out and he caught his racket steadily. He was very satisfied with the match.

He couldn't help but turn his head to look back, feeling quite disappointed. It seemed that Natsume Tsukiya didn't care at all.

"Match over! Hyotei wins, score 6-0!"

The referee's voice was unbelievable, yet it was crystal clear.

"Fudomine, doubles 1 and doubles 2, actually lost to Hyotei 0 to 6."

"Fudomine is so strong, yet they still lost. Hyotei might have a chance to challenge Rikkai."

Is Rikkai University big?

.....

Amidst the noise, the four walked to the net, bowed to each other, and said, "Thank you for your guidance!"

He raised his head and said to Higashino:

"However, you should thank our minister!"

"Thank you, Minister?"

Ishida Tetsuya and Sakurai Masaya were very puzzled.

Mukahi Gakuto glanced over there again; that guy really didn't care... He turned his head, shrugged, and said:

"If our minister hadn't instructed Kabaji to use the 'four ounces to move a thousand pounds' technique, wouldn't your arm be useless?"

He held up two fingers and pointed at the arm that Ishida Tetsu was covering.

Mukahi Gakuto had only just figured this out.

"Well!"

The two felt a chill run down their spines.

Recalling everything that had just happened, Ishida Tetsuya was so shocked that he stood there stunned.

The two Hyotei players turned around, picked up their rackets, and walked out.