The Prince of Tennis, Talent Replication

"Six-nil, another six-nil. What's wrong with Hyotei this year?"

Momoshiro Takeshi scratched his head, looking very anxious, and his tone became somewhat dejected.

"Hyotei's next opponent is Rikkai, right, Inui?"

Fuji Syusuke, still sporting that warm, sun-like smile, turned and asked.

Inui Sadaharu:

"Rikkai University Affiliated Junior High School, like Hyotei, almost always wins with an absolute advantage. Although they lost some points to train new players, they still finished with a score of about 6 to 0 in almost every game."

Takashi Kawamura looked worried:

"I heard that many schools that have played against Rikkai are not planning to participate in the national tournament next year."

His tone was full of regret.

"Why?" The three random passersby from Seigaku asked in unison.

That's right.

Inui Sadaharu flipped through his notes and explained earnestly:

"Kirihara Akaya of Rikkai University has a habit, or rather, a habit, of hitting his opponents' knees or ankles without warning. Whether he does it intentionally or not, up to now, 80% of his opponents have developed a fear of tennis, which is what psychologists call trauma. As a result, many of them no longer participate in national tournaments. I heard that next year, Rikkai University's ace will be leading the team."

Inui Sadaharu looked at Echizen Ryoma.

Ryoma Echizen naturally pulled his hat brim down low.

Fuji Syusuke, however, was somewhat worried. Hyotei had been defeated by Rikkai University many times before, and this time... he hoped that Hyotei could win. He would also go all out in the next fierce battle against Rokkaku Middle School. In the finals, if there was one opponent to be, it would be Hyotei.

"I never imagined that Fudomine would suffer such a crushing defeat."

With a bandage on his left cheek, Eiji Kikumaru's eyes would playfully move when he spoke, his brows furrowing slightly before brightening again like springtime.

"Fortunately, the teams we encountered weren't strong, which was really lucky."

"Eiji!"

"Okay, okay, just a little teasing, hehehe!"

.....

"Hmm, the standard approach." Inui Sadaharu's gaze, peering through his glasses, offered what appeared to be the most rational conclusion.

"Agan, what's the most standard way to play?" Oishi Shuichiro stopped his playful banter with Kikumaru Eiji and tilted his head to ask.

"Agan must be referring to Natsume Tsukiya." Fuji Syusuke was always good at guessing.

"Natsume Tsukiya?"

The Seigaku students looked at each other in confusion, and could only stare at Inui Sadaharu.

"Based on historical data..."

Inui Sadaharu was quite attentive to Natsume Tsuki, going to great lengths, using his connections, and compiling a lot of information, all of which was now gathered in his investigation notebook:

"Natsume Tsukiya's matches don't have a fixed duration; the longest is several hours, and the shortest is fourteen minutes and thirty seconds."

"I know, it was the fight between Fuji-senpai's younger brother and him," Horio Satoshi said proudly without hesitation.

"withered!"

Katsuro Kato looked at Syusuke Fuji with a serious expression.

"Hey, you rude guy!" Kaidou Kaoru said, immediately making Horio Satoshi tremble with fear.

"It's okay."

Fuji Syusuke smiled warmly, like a gentle spring breeze.

"Agan, please continue," said Oishi Shuichiro.

"Although he played many matches, some of which were very small, the data we could collect from beginning to end showed that he never lost."

Inui Sadaharu said:

"The previous matches were different from the recent ones. In the recent matches, he almost never dropped a point. Therefore, there is at least a 50% chance that Natsume Tsuki will also not drop a point in the next match."

Standing behind Inui Sadaharu, Kaidou Kaoru glimpsed information in his notebook regarding Natsume Tsukiya's next match in the predictions for Rikkai University:

Win rate: 100%!

The probability of number three appearing in the singles match: 80%!

The probability of number one appearing in a singles match: 100%!

The probability of not losing a single point: 100%!

.......

For this,

Kaoru Kaidou was filled with doubt. Why would Inui-senpai break the data he had written down himself?

"Actually, Agan's prediction of the winning rate should be more than fifty percent, right?" Fuji Syusuke asked with a smile.

Inui Sadaharu pushed up his glasses.

"Although Natsume Tsuki defeated Atobe Keigo, the Sanada and others from Rikkai University should not be underestimated. Conservatively speaking, Hyotei might not win, but Natsume Tsuki will definitely win."

His words startled Ryoma Echizen, who stared wide-eyed in surprise.

"Senior Qian, you're exaggerating a bit."

Satoshi Horio then interjected.

Inui Sadaharu glanced at him, confident in his own data.

......

-

"I'm sorry, Captain Tachibana."

Kamio Akira was both angry and remorseful, and said:

"It's all my fault. If I hadn't underestimated him so much, Fudomine wouldn't have been unable to participate in the next round. I'm so sorry!!"

"Kamio, don't say that."

Kippei Tachibana was quite composed. The matter was over; saying anything more was pointless. He comforted Akira Kamio, saying:

"It's not your fault, the other party is just too powerful, that's all."

"Captain Orange!!"

Akira Kamio began to sob.

Fudomine was immersed in a chorus of mournful cries, unable to drown out the surrounding discussions.

"Fudomine, is this still the same Fudomine who defeated us?"

"Yes, it's Fudomine."

"How could we have lost like this?"

"So how do you think you should lose?"

"At the very least, it shouldn't have ended in such a defeat; it's such a shame."

"Sigh, so what if we lost? There's nothing to regret. It was only a matter of time before Fudomine was defeated. In short, we're out of the running for the national tournament."

. . . . .

These words directly enraged Kamio Akira of Fudomine, who gritted his teeth and shouted, "What did you say?"

The man shrugged, unfazed, and with a mocking laugh, said:

"Am I wrong?"

"What makes you think that?" Kyosuke Uchimura shouted.

"Even if you manage to beat Hyotei again by sheer luck, can you honestly say you can beat Rikkai?"

The man said fiercely:

"Look at the schools you've played against before. They might be somewhat famous in regional tournaments, but in the national competition, especially since one of the top four teams will definitely face Rikkai, let's say Fudomine meets Rikkai. Rikkai has defeated so many teams from across the country, how do you expect to win? In my opinion, even if Hyotei beats you, they will still lose to Rikkai..."

He rambled on and on, but every word he uttered was true. He knew that even Fudomine wouldn't be able to beat Rikkai, so he spoke up and stopped the agitated Fudomine team members.

Hyotei—

"We won! We finally won!"

"Hmph, winning is normal for Hyotei, isn't it?"

"Great! Let's go all out and take the Kanto Tournament championship!"

"Hyotei Hyotei~"

...

The cheers from Hyotei drowned out all other sounds.

Coincidentally,

A group of people walked over from not far away.

They were all dressed in identical red uniforms, with the leader wearing a hat whose eyes peeked out from under the brim, exuding a contemptuous and menacing aura.

"Hmph, Hyotei, don't think you can beat Rikkai just because you made it to the finals!"

His voice carried an evil aura of a dark angel, and Kirihara Akaya's captivating eyes revealed a kingly disdain and a bloodthirsty fervor.

"Rikkai University!"

Atobe Keigo stood up.

"Atobe, if you want to defeat Rikkai, then see you tomorrow."

Genichiro Sanada's words sounded like a threat:

"Our Rikkai University's three-peat is flawless."

"....."

"hateful!"

"They actually ignored Natsume and spoke directly to Atobe."

"Rikkai University is way too arrogant."

Genichiro Sanada's words and demeanor, and the eye contact he exchanged with Keigo Atobe, instantly ignited the anger in the hearts of the onlookers.

Guan Yuechu leaned against the railing in the distance, tucking her bangs back, and said:

"Sanada from Rikkai University really doesn't take Hyotei's captain seriously at all."

"What an arrogant guy!" Akazawa Yoshiro felt uncomfortable but could only complain.

"I'll knock those Rikkai guys' teeth out sooner or later," Akutsu chuckled evilly.

"Akuzu-senpai?"

.....

-

"Atobe, I'm sorry, but in my eyes, I only recognize strength."

Despite the criticism from the crowd, Sanada Genichiro remained calm and did not directly address Natsume Tsukiya. Instead, he spoke to Atobe.

"Oh, Sanada, let's settle last year's score tomorrow."

Atobe Keigo did not back down.

"That would be best. Hopefully, Hyotei's performance will satisfy Rikkai."

After Sanada Genichiro finished speaking, he said:

"Sorry, we still have training, we have to go now."

After saying that, he left without looking back, his expression full of arrogance.

"whispering sound!"

Kirihara Akaya made a throat-cutting gesture towards Natsume Tsukiya.

"minister!"

"Damn bastards."

The Hyotei fans were outraged and surrounded Natsume Tsukiya.

"Tomorrow." Natsume Tsuki sighed as well. "ε=(´ο｀*))) Sigh, it's been a long time. We should go back now."

He spoke with a grin.

This attitude left the two hundred members of Hyotei at a loss. Shouldn't they fight?

"Let's go, we still have a tough battle to fight tomorrow."

Natsume Tsuki walked ahead on her own, while the tall, beautiful girl slung her tennis bag over her shoulder and quickly followed after her with her long, deadly legs.

As Atobe Keigo watched Natsume Tsukiya's departing figure, he gradually turned his head to the other side towards Rikkai University, his gaze falling on one person.

The match has begun and the crowd has dispersed.

"Tomorrow, Hyotei will face Rikkai. I really don't know who will win?"

"Idiot, Rikkai will obviously win the tournament, not Hyotei!"

"How could it not be Hyotei?"

"Hyotei is strong, that's true, but when has it not lost to Rikkai?"

"That's right, that's right. In the Kanto region, Rikkai University in Kanagawa is the undisputed king, which is why it's called the King Rikkai. In my opinion, it should be Hyotei that gets shut out."

......

Listening to the noise, Fuji Yuuta asked:

"Kanzuki, what do you think?"

Guan Yuechu revealed a ruthless glint in his eyes, laughed, and after a long pause, said in a pretentious tone:

"I declare Hyotei the winner of tomorrow's match!!"

"Well...."

Akazawa Yoshiro was taken aback; this was unexpected. He had thought that Mizuki would declare Rikkai the winner.

It seems that Mizuki sometimes feels...

-

"Oh, it's all over?"

Shiba Saori arrived late, and upon seeing the departing crowd, she frowned and muttered complaints under her breath:

"It's all Inoue-senpai's fault!"

"Ashi, what are you saying again?" Inoue Mamoru walked over with his backpack, hearing Shiba Saori's resentful grumbling.

"Inoue-senpai, is this the end of the interview without even conducting one?"

"oh."

Inoue Mamoru glanced around and said:

"Azhi, next you need to interview Natsume Tsukiya. I have other things to do, so I'll head back to the office first."

"An interview? Natsume Tsukiya?" Shiba Saori perked up at the mention.

"Yes, Rikkai will probably head back to Kanagawa. I'll try to do another interview before the match. This time, Rikkai will face Hyotei. Last year's champion and runner-up team will play against each other. I think both sides should have their own opinions on this."

Inoue Mamoru's eyes revealed a deep contemplation.

"Inoue-senpai, can Hyotei really beat Rikkai?"

After hearing Inoue Mamoru's explanation, Shiba Saori was extremely grateful. In short, she really didn't want to see Kirihara, that delinquent. As for Rikkai and Hyotei, she had read a lot of information about them, and Hyotei had never won against Rikkai.

"Well..."

Inoue Mamoru held a negative opinion. He had high hopes for Natsume Tsukiya, but this wasn't a professional men's singles tournament; it was a team event. As Tachibana Kippei had said, Fudomine couldn't afford to lose anyone. Hyotei needed to win the match and advance to the national championships, and not only Natsume Tsukiya had to win, but the rest of the team members also had to perform admirably.

"In short, you should do a good job with this interview." Inoue Mamoru said earnestly after a moment of silence.

"Inoue-senpai, what exactly do you want to do?"

Shiba Saori felt a small surge of joy and immediately urged herself:

"No, no, that guy is just as despicable. How can I be happy? I should loathe him, hate him! Yes, that's right, how dare he deceive me!!"

"this...."

Inoue Mamoru thought for a moment, then spoke:

"As for the content, we need to ask Natsume Tsukiya to talk about their determination for tomorrow, and it would be best if they could say it in a very inspiring way."

Inoue Mamoru's meaning was conservative. He hoped that Shiba Saori would understand that a monthly magazine sold to teenagers was not a charitable hobby and needed to make a profit. Otherwise, how would they cover the expenses of employees and venue?

"Make it more exciting?" Shiba Saori couldn't understand and tilted her pretty head in thought.

"That's all for now, I'm leaving."

Inoue Mamoru strode away.

"Inoue-senpai!" Shiba Saori called out.

"Azhi, do your interview well." Inoue Mamoru waved to her with his back turned.

"Inoue-senpai is really something," Shiba Saori complained, then a new problem arose. Looking around, she muttered to herself:

"Where am I supposed to find Natsume Tsukiya?"

-

"Hey, classmate, do you know where Natsume Tsukiya went?"

"Hey, do you know where Natsume Tsukiya is?"

Soon, Shisagi wandered aimlessly around Hyotei, getting lost and unable to find anyone.

They had no choice but to ask the students for help.

I finally found the club, but no one was there.

Just as she was worrying, a pretty woman emerged from the corner, stood in front of her, and said:

"My senior said he's waiting for you at the iced tea shop next to the tennis court in Nichōme, Ms. Shiba!"

"Huh?~"

Looking at the radiantly beautiful girl before her, Shiba Saori was taken aback and said:

"You're not that one?"

"My name is Niizuma Bokan!"