The Prince of Tennis, Talent Replication

"..."

Inoue Mamoru tightened his grip on the shoulder strap. Indeed, Natsume Tsukiya's serve speed had reached a terrifying 220 kilometers per hour, just a little bit away from the professional requirement.

This year's national tournament saw the emergence of various remarkable newcomers. Shitenhoji boasted a first-year superstar, Kintaro Toyama, and Rikkai's ace, Akaya Kirihara. Seigaku even had a prodigy, the superstar Ryoma Echizen, who dominated the West Coast...

some of,

The most prominent among them was Echizen Ryoma. Starting from the Seigaku intramural tournament, and then to the regional preliminaries, the metropolitan tournament, and the Kanto tournament, his name spread throughout the entire Kanto region.

In a team where most participants were second or third graders, his status as a first-year student was something to be talked about.

By comparison,

Natsume Tsuki's appearance was far too low-key.

Hyotei is a team with many strong opponents, so people pay attention to them, but not particularly. They assume they will win, and it has become a habit. But Hyotei lost to the dark horse, Fudomine.

Natsume Tsuki also appeared at this time, and was regarded by most people as one of the powerful members of Hyotei, and was not taken seriously by everyone.

also,

His style doesn't seem particularly strong; he's very easygoing, and his moves aren't particularly outstanding. Apart from that one move, "White Dragon's Roar," only a few people know about it.

I heard that Fudomine practices until he's exhausted every day, so he has no time to pay attention to these things.

now,

Natsume Tsuki will also be playing in the third singles match, and coincidentally, his opponent is Kamio Akira, who is known for his speed. It's hard to imagine how this match will turn out...

Inoue Mamoru's gaze involuntarily turned towards Fudomine Kamio Akira.

"Xiao Xing, I will definitely defeat him."

Kamio Akira stared intently at Natsume Tsukiya, then tossed out the first ball, subconsciously wanting to test his opponent's strength. He hit it with a thud, but the force wasn't particularly strong.

"Bang!"

Natsume Tsukiya was standing on the left corner of the tennis court, and his counterattack was unremarkable.

"Bang!"

A noticeable weight came from the racket in his hand, and Akira Kamio immediately made a judgment.

"Hmph, so he's nothing special after all. Natsume Tsukiya of Hyotei, I'll speed things up!!"

His mind quickened, his steps suddenly became faster, and he shouted:

"Keep up with the beat!"

Seeing that even his hair was being blown by the wind, revealing his other eye, Natsume Tsukiya couldn't help but feel playful. The moment his racket touched the net, he did a big flip, and the tennis ball rolled all the way back to the center of the racket.

"Wow!!"

"What tricks is that guy from Hyotei playing?"

"Is it some kind of special move?"

"Is that even possible? That's amazing!"

.....

This skill is so amazing that it leaves people speechless.

Jiro Akutagawa jumped up and shouted:

"Look! It's a special skill! It's a special skill!"

The people of Fudomine vaguely heard some kind of ultimate technique, which startled them for a moment, and they immediately became worried about Kamio Akira.

"What kind of amazing skill?"

Akira Kamio also secretly refreshed himself.

"Bang!"

Hearing the various comments, Natsume Tsuki flicked his wrist and slapped the ball away, which looked rather weak.

With a deep frown, Akira Kamio increased his speed several times over, thinking to himself:

"No matter what your special skills are, I can handle them."

It burst forth like an explosion, hurtling towards the ball.

"Bang!"

He thought it was some kind of special skill, but it was just an ordinary ball. Kamio Akira immediately realized this and felt indignant.

"Sizzle, crackle, crackle!"

The tennis ball that Kamio Akira hit rolled on Natsume Tsukiya's racket again, and this time Kamio Akira secretly made up his mind:

"Watch me knock that trick out of you!"

With a flash, his speed increased even more. In short, this guy on the other side really angered him. Judging from those two shots, this guy didn't seem to be anything special. Why was Xiao Xing so concerned?

"That's fast."

"Kamio Akira of Fudomine is indeed a troublesome fellow."

The sudden increase in speed was noticed by everyone, who were all surprised and couldn't help but compare it to their own. In short, there were many words of praise. After all, Kamio Akira was fighting someone else. If he were fighting himself, he would definitely boost his own prestige.

"Bang!"

With a sudden counterattack, Akira Kamio couldn't help but smile. Before the ball even hit the ground, he was already imagining the scoring scenario.

"Bang!"

"What?"

Kamio Akira was startled. Given his speed, he should have scored, but the fact that the opponent was able to catch him was completely unexpected.

"They actually managed to pick me up."

Masaya Sakurai exclaimed in surprise.

"Kamio..." An Tachibana called out, her heart filled with worry, "He's really strong..."

Tachibana An watched the entire Yamabuki match from beginning to end. Although she didn't quite understand it, she knew very well that Yamabuki's Sengoku Kiyosumi lost not just because of cramps. Kamio just wouldn't listen, and Tachibana An was also very helpless.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Speed ​​up the pace."

Kamio Akira gritted his teeth and shouted.

The two players traded balls, with Kamio Akira displaying incredible speed and relentless running, while Natsume Tsukiya appeared unremarkable. Naturally, this led to criticism.

"That guy from Hyotei doesn't seem that great."

"It seems like I could do it too."

"Exactly, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem as powerful as the rumors say."

.....

Yamabuki Akutsu:

"Sengoku, you actually lost to that kind of guy!!"

His tone was full of disdain.

"Akuzu-senpai."

Tan Taichi looked at the two of them with concern, feeling extremely afraid that they would start fighting.

Sengoku's gentle and mild face instantly turned solemn as he stared at Natsume Tsukiya's figure in the arena, and said with a furrowed brow:

"That guy is like that, like a ray of warm winter sun. At first, you don't notice anything special about him, but he's like a ray of warm winter sun magnified through a magnifying glass. Before you know it, he makes you feel hot and bothered!!"

"whispering sound!"

Akutsu was very dissatisfied.

He had long harbored the idea of ​​picking a fight. Back then, Ryoma Echizen had only defeated Ginka Middle School by himself, which had nothing to do with him, but he still couldn't stand it. How much more so when Natsume Tsuki was dealing with Yamabuki.

In short, he wanted to verify it himself.

I could hear the noise and commotion around me.

Inoue Mamoru was taken aback, and couldn't help but recall the scene when he visited Echizen Nanjiro after Echizen Ryoma returned to Japan. At that time...

When Echizen Nanjiro fought him, seeing how lazy and relaxed Echizen Nanjiro was, he thought to himself that perhaps he could also get a similar stroke of luck.

Seeing the scene before him, Inoue Mamoru suddenly understood. The reason the Hyotei captain was so relaxed was entirely due to his exceptional strength. His absolute power allowed him to maintain this carefree attitude, just as absolute wealth can make someone disregard the price...

"Bang bang bang!"

"..."

The fight in the arena was incredibly fast, dazzling to watch. Strangely, although both of them should have been equally busy, Natsume Tsukiya seemed quite relaxed.

Everyone began to feel this difference in speed.

"Minister, how could he do this?"

Hyotei was filled with doubts.

"Atobe, what's going on?"

Ryo Mido had no choice but to seek help from Keigo Atobe.

Atobe Keigo turned his gaze to Niizuma Hokan, who claimed to know everything about Natsume Tsuki.

The pretty girl flashed a bright smile, her high ponytail swaying, and her voice was soft and clear, "I don't know much about tennis!!"

"Well...."

Atobe Keigo suddenly remembered that Niizuma Hokan only joined the tennis club because of Natsume Tsukiya, or at least that's the conclusion the student council guys came to after investigating.

"Since that's the case, then let me see what kind of antics you're up to now!"

Having made up his mind, Atobe Keigo immediately raised his hand, pressed it to his brow, and focused his eyes on the arena.

The video is split frame by frame.

"Bang!"

Fudomine's second-year student retaliated with an incredibly fast, smooth ball that trailed a faint breeze as it darted into Natsume Tsukiya's court.

The distance Natsume Tsukiya moved....

He raised his hand, swung the racket, and flicked his wrist. The fuzzy tennis ball rolled over the elastic mesh like a wheel—was it spinning in the opposite direction?!

Atobe Keigo was startled, his eyes straining even more until his temples throbbed. "I have to see clearly!"

Next, side spin?!

Swing the racket,

Throw it away?

The trajectory of the ball—a curve.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The Hyotei camp fell silent, but their heads suddenly turned towards the center of the field, and then collectively turned towards Atobe Keigo.

They hadn't expected Atobe to use so much force this time, and for so long, with veins bulging on his forehead...

One ball at a time, line by line, was drawn in Atobe Keigo's mind.

We count each landing point one by one, just like we would with a normal distribution.

The distance moved left or right.

"snort!"

Atobe Keigo finally smiled. "So that's how it is?!"

"What's wrong, Atobe? What happened?"

A group of people surrounded him.

"That guy, watch the distance he moves, he's applying an invisible spin to the ball every time."

Atobe Keigo said:

"I'm afraid Fudomine's second-year students haven't realized it yet, but every time he returns a ball, it deviates from his intended trajectory."

"How is that possible?" Ryo Mido retorted. "If you aim carefully at the target, how could you possibly miss?"

"It wasn't that he wanted to deviate, but that guy gave the other person the illusion of being a second-year student, making the other person think that they could only hit that spot, plus subtle adjustments."

Atobe Keigo gave a noble smile and said:

"Natsume drew a circle for himself and stood at the center of it, while making the second-year students on the other side keep running. No matter how the other side hit the balls, they would only land around that circle, which is why it looks like there is a stillness and movement..."

Atobe Keigo drew a circle in the air with his hand, and everyone looked towards the center of the arena.

Kamio Akira naturally couldn't hear Hyotei's hushed discussion, but his doubts grew stronger.

"I heard that this is how Kiyosumi Sengoku of Yamabuki got her legs cramped up from being dragged around by that guy."

Ishida Gin said worriedly:

"Natsume Tsukiya of Hyotei possesses astonishing strength and is even more adept at waging prolonged battles against others."

Tachibana Kippei glanced at Sengoku Kiyomi and thought to himself:

"Kamio's speed comes at the cost of stamina; dragging this out will be extremely disadvantageous for him!"

"Didn't Anzu say that guy is good at speed?" Kyosuke Uchimura asked Anzu.

"I..." Tachibana An had only heard about it; he had never seen it. Even at the street tennis court that day, Natsume Tsuki didn't display any particularly impressive speed.

"I think his greatest strength is physical endurance, and he's good at long battles," said Masaya Sakurai.

Shinji was muttering to himself beside me; ignore him.

Akira Kamio ran for a long time, adjusting his rhythm two or three times, but it was completely useless.

"Bang!"

"Zero to fifteen!"

He hesitated for a moment, then leaped the ball into the corner.

The referee's announcement brought a sigh of relief to everyone.

Even the referee couldn't help but wonder, why is this team's game always like this?!

"Damn it, they ruined my rhythm!"

Sweat dripped down his chin, the arduous training hadn't diminished his strength much, but it had made him restless.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!!"

Three balls were served in quick succession.

"Game: Hyotei Natsume, score 1-0!!"

This time it was quick. After the attack, Kamio Akira closed his eyes and didn't retaliate.

"Hey, hey, hey, what's that guy from Fudomine up to?"

"I don't know, why didn't they catch the ball?"

"This doesn't seem right. Doesn't this mean he's deliberately forfeiting his serve?"

"This guy is so stupid."

.....

Guan Yuechu was taken aback. "His so-called rhythm has been disrupted."

"When playing with that guy, you can easily get distracted by him," Yuta Fuji added.

"This is going to be interesting." Guan Yuechu sneered.

"Let's switch places!"

Natsume Tsukiya casually walked across the street, slinging the bag behind his neck.

Akira Kamio stood in the center of the field, took another deep breath, and then walked towards the opposite side.

"I can't lose, I absolutely can't lose, I need to get my rhythm back."

Akira Kamio gradually calmed down.

"Tap tap tap~"

Natsume Tsuki also started bouncing the ball.

His feet swayed back and forth.

"call out!"

"Snapped!"

The sound was like a firecracker exploding in your ears.

"What?"

As soon as Akira Kamio stood still, the buzzing sound in his ears filled him. The moment he turned his head, he was completely stunned.

A cacophony of sounds arose.

"What's going on?"

"Yeah, what's going on?"

"What just happened?"

"What just flashed by?"

......

"Fifteen to zero!"

The referee paused for a moment, looked at the tennis ball, and made an uncertain announcement.

"What? They actually scored?"

"No way."

"Hey, did you really make the call?"

"......"

Kamio Akira was completely bewildered. He turned his head to look at the other side. Was it really that guy who served just now?

Hyotei members—

"It's the minister's super-fast serve." Chotaro Ootori had already experienced this firsthand.

"Here it comes, it's a super-fast serve."

"That's right, that's right, a serve faster than a cannonball!"

"Yes, yes, yes, this service game is in the bag!"

"The other side should just give up; they can't catch it."

......

The entire audience was completely bewildered.

Inoue Mamoru stood there dumbfounded, and sure enough, he appeared again.

Guan Yuechu:

"See that? That's the serve that completely overwhelmed Yuta!!!"

"Why do you keep bringing this up, Guanyue...?"