The Prince of Tennis, Talent Replication

"Why?"

Shiba Saori stared blankly at the lively and beautiful girl named Niizuma Hokan, and couldn't help but feel suspicious.

Why didn't you...?

Feeling as if he had acted rashly, he secretly regretted asking others such a question.

"Miss Zhi is asking why I didn't go with my senior, right?"

The charming young girl was full of energy, and her bright smile made Shizusa feel a sense of loneliness and regret. Oh, youth, oh, youth is so wonderful!

The muscles on her face, her tender and translucent skin, her clear and innocent eyes, and her smile as bright as the sun—everything about her told Shiba Saori that her youth was gone forever.

Just as I was lamenting the fleeting nature of time and the passing of spring, I heard some shocking words:

"Because, senior is going on a date with Miss Zhi!"

"Ah~!"

Shiba Saori was startled and even doubted her own ears. According to her investigation and understanding, the reason that jerk didn't come to find her after the bet was because he had such a beautiful girl by his side.

She stared intently at the person before her. His legs were long and slender, like lines from a cartoon, shimmering in the sunlight. His pleated skirt flowed gracefully like a flower. His waist was slender, his breasts prominent, his neck long and graceful. His eyes, when narrowed, resembled crescent moons; when open, they were like jewels; and when he smiled, they were as radiant as the sun…

"Does she really not mind?"

Saori Shiba secretly asked herself, or perhaps, she had absolutely nothing to do with that guy...

It's impossible for her not to care, so it can only mean that she and that guy don't have much of a connection. After explaining this to herself, Shizusa felt as if the first rays of sunlight were shining through her heart, and she instantly felt bright and clear.

She, who was always prone to infatuation, didn't delve too deeply into it at the moment.

"Miss Shiba?" The pretty girl tilted her head, her high ponytail hanging down, and called out to Shiba Saori.

"what?"

As soon as Zhisha regained consciousness, her face flushed, and she hurriedly said:

"Treasure Crown, you really don't mind...that?"

"Mmm-hmm." The pretty girl put her hands behind her pert buttocks and nodded repeatedly.

Shiba Saori carefully observed the evenness of the smile on his face, which didn't seem like a lie, and breathed a sigh of relief. She then asked with suspicion:

Why?

"Hmph~"

The pretty young girl didn't answer her, but instead tilted her head and smiled brightly, saying:

"Miss Zhi, you're too late, you won't be able to see your senior."

This sentence completely stumped Zhisha.

You know, she's usually the one teasing others, like when she teased Ryuki Sakuno at Seigaku. But right now, she actually feels inferior to the girl in front of her.

New wife’s crown?

She gives off a feeling similar to Tachibana Kippei's cheerfulness, but there's a fundamental difference between her and Tachibana's sister. What is it?

Shiba Saori couldn't describe the feeling; in short, it was incredibly captivating.

If I had to say...

That is, to make messy relationships very simple?

Is that true?

I don't understand.

Shiba Saori, led by her new wife and crowned crown, left the Hyotei Academy campus, her mind full of questions, and hailed a taxi:

"Nin-chome Tennis Court!"

Her lips, painted with bright red lipstick, were practically pouting to the heavens.

Filled with resentment, she stormed into the beverage shop next to the tennis court on the street.

I looked around and finally spotted that jerk by the window!

Sunlight streamed through the half-open glass window, illuminating his lips. Shisaori's lips twitched. This jerk, he was actually sleeping here?

"Please have a seat, Miss Zhi."

A slight curve appeared on her lips, and she suddenly opened her mouth, startling Shiba Saori. However, she didn't get up; she remained lounging in the sun, enjoying her leisurely lifestyle.

"Hey, how did you know it was me?"

Seeing that he hadn't even opened his eyes, Shiba Saori was puzzled and asked him without hesitation.

"You're wearing a perfume that smells like tangerines."

That face still bore a mesmerizing smile, a smile that held everything in its grasp. Shiba Saori was momentarily stunned. She had seen that smile before, on Formula 1 drivers who, after winning a championship, would let their long hair fall behind their heads, tuck their helmets into their waistbands, and only then would they reveal that captivating smile during interviews.

After a brief moment of distraction, Shiba Saori became suspicious. She had indeed been using a citrusy perfume, but no one had ever been able to smell it. How did he know?

"You damn brat, you scoundrel!!"

Shiba Saori blushed, immediately crossed her legs, and held her hands together as she scolded him.

"Feed him/her?"

Natsume Tsukiya also opened his eyes, glanced at Shiba Saori's flushed face, and said:

"I didn't do anything!"

"You you you~~"

Zhi Shazhi stammered, unable to speak for a long time. Was she supposed to tell him that she had sprayed the astringent orange perfume on her private parts?

hmmmm?

Shiba Saori shook her head repeatedly, her face growing even redder, and she quickly turned away.

"What are you doing?" Natsume Tsukiya asked.

"Buy soda!" Shiba Saori shouted through gritted teeth, her face flushed and incredibly shy, before turning and walking away without looking back.

But then he saw Akutsu push open the door and walk in, his eyes searching for someone before landing on Natsume Tsukiya.

Shiba Saori stood at the front of the stage, looking around. She saw Akutsu, arrogant and haughty, muttering something, while the scoundrel remained completely unconcerned, still lying on his side, his eyes devoid of any emotion...

"What's Akutsu from Yamabuki doing here?"

Shiba Saori was puzzled, then suddenly felt a chill run down her spine:

"No way, I heard he loves to cause trouble for people. Will that jerk get caught?"

In a moment of anxiety, my eyes kept glancing at the shop assistant who was making the food.

As they hurriedly took the drinks from the clerk, the two had already stood up and were about to leave.

"Why?"

Shisagi looked puzzled.

Seeing that she was holding a large glass of drink in each hand, Natsume Tsukiya unceremoniously reached out and took it directly, saying:

"Thanks!!"

What had initially filled him with worry now turned into a silent curse: "You bastard!"

"What are you doing?"

Shiba Saori finally spoke up and asked:

"Is Akutsu causing you trouble?"

"You old hag, what are you saying?" Akutsu Ryo stared at her.

A surge of anger welled up inside Shizusa, and she was furious. How dare he call her a stinky old woman?

That's infuriating.

"Apologize to me!"

Zhi Shazhi said breathlessly.

"Tch, what are you talking about, you old hag?" Akutsu didn't care at all, but she didn't want to get entangled with the woman, so she walked straight out.

"You, you, you..."

Shisa was furious, her bright red lips twisted in anger.

"Ms. Zhi, calm down."

Natsume Tsukiya chuckled:

"Getting angry really does make you age faster."

"....."

Shiba Saori was taken aback. What kind of twisted logic was this? When she turned around, the two of them had already walked out, through the glass window, and headed towards the stadium.

Watching the two walk through the glass window, Shiba Saori hastily put the straw into her mouth, took a big gulp, and coughed, "Cough cough cough~"

"Damn it."

To be called an old woman by someone like Akutsu, Shiba Saori felt a chill run down her spine, yet she was utterly powerless against Akutsu.

Therefore, he could only stay where he was, feeling quite depressed.

After waiting for a while, he stamped his foot and followed them out.

Nimachime Street Court

There were originally a few people, but when they saw Akutsu coming up the steps, they quickly put their rackets away and scattered, or hid far away.

Akutsu was like a plague god in this area, feared by everyone. The key was that this guy's combat power was off the charts; three or five ordinary people were no match for him.

Akaya Kirihara from Rikkai University was once harassed by three or five thugs, but when Akutsu stepped in, those thugs immediately fled.

"It's Akutsu."

"There are others?... Are they from Hyotei?"

"Natsume Tsukiya, what are those two doing together?"

"Look, both of them have rackets. Are they here to play tennis?"

"Akuzu, he's more suited for hitting people than playing ball."

"However, I don't think Akutsu is actually that scary."

"Hey, are you confused? Akutsu, a monster, isn't that scary?"

"Akuzu only targets arrogant people. Speaking of tennis, I think Rikkai's Kirihara Akaya is more terrifying. Akzu never attacks the weak, but Kirihara Akaya is different. As long as you're his opponent, he doesn't care if you're a bully or not..."

. . . . .

A group of people were whispering behind the bushes.

Akutsu and Natsume Tsukiya have already entered the street court.

"Akuzu, why are you doing this?"

Natsume Tsukiya, with his tennis bag slung over one shoulder and racket in one hand, was hitting the tennis ball without even looking at Akutsu.

"Stop talking nonsense, watch me beat you to a pulp today."

Akutsu tossed his clothes onto the bench beside him, revealing his strong arms, and the excitement in his eyes was palpable.

"Wait a minute, playing like this is so boring, how about adding some stakes?"

Natsume Tsuki also inquired tentatively, his tone very gentle, as if he wanted to discuss it. He was not as assertive as Rikkai University, nor as pretentious as Echizen Ryoma, nor as obsequious as Tan Taichi. He was just very ordinary.

"A prize?"

Akutsu's body and eyes lingered for a moment.

"How about this, if you can get a single ball from me, I, Natsume Tsuki, will be at your service. If you can't?"

Natsume Tsukiya finally revealed a sly smile.

"Tch, boring!"

Akutsu was very disdainful.

"What, you're afraid?"

"Hmm?" Akutsu's eyes suddenly sharpened. Hesitant?

There's nothing Akutsu has ever been afraid of. He's never been afraid of anyone who dares to challenge him. And this guy in front of him actually says he doesn't dare?

"You brat, you'll regret this."

Akutsu's beautiful, firm muscles twitched, and his racket emitted a gurgling battle cry.

"Since you've agreed, then I won't stand on ceremony."

After finishing speaking with his straw in his mouth, Natsume Tsukiya casually placed his tennis bag in Shiba Saori's arms without even looking at her.

Shiba Saori was taken aback; she had just walked over when he did this.

But I must say, after stuffing it in, I felt much better.

She blinked, and Natsume Tsuki handed her the drink as well, smiling sweetly as she said:

"Ms. Zhi, if you don't mind, could you please hold this for me while I go play a game of ball?"

"Would it have made a difference if I said I minded?"

The drink had already been handed to her, and Shiba Saori turned her head away and muttered something.

When Natsume Tsuki walked towards the court, she was stunned and wondered when she had gotten so close to that guy.

Muttering under his breath, but with a look of willing pleasure on his face, he slowly walked to the other side of the bench, put down his tennis bag, let out a long breath, and looked up to see two people, one tall and one short, already standing on either side of the midfield.

"Isn't this a date?"

Zhisha Zhidurang:

"How did it turn into a major operation?! Ouch."

"You little brat, six to zero, you're getting cocky!"

Akutsu looked down at him, but his head was not lowered. He lowered his eyes and spoke fiercely, his aura filled with a strong sense of confrontation.

"Ugh, this Akutsu is so awful! Kid, defeat him quickly and get out of here. I don't want to see him at all." Shiba Saori's face was full of disgust.

Outside the bushes:

"Look, look! They've really started fighting!"

"I never expected Akutsu to fight with Natsume Tsuki. This is huge news!"

"I just don't know who will win?"

"Nonsense, of course it's Natsume Tsukiya. Haven't you seen his matches? Everyone who's fought him has suffered a crushing defeat."

"But Akutsu from Yamabuki is also terrifying. She didn't train much at the karate dojo before..."

. . . .

"Akuzu, what are you saying?"

Natsume Tsuki also gently tapped his shoulder and back with the side of his racket, and said lazily:

"It's just the score, the score, what's so arrogant about it? If I can beat you 6-0, then beat you 6-0. If you can beat me 6-0, then you can too."

It's over....

Akutsu felt a chill run down his spine.

Something seems to be collapsing.

He always took special care of those who bullied others because of their abilities, whether it was the Taekwondo leader, the tennis team members from Ginka Middle School, the thugs who bullied Kirihara Akaya, or the arrogant Echizen Ryoma who single-handedly beat Ginka to a pulp...

They all share a common trait, and oh yes, there's also Arai from Seigaku. These people all take advantage of their abilities and love to bully others.

Natsume Tsuki was naturally categorized into this type of person by Akutsu.

A series of six-to-zero scores.

Furthermore, during Yamabuki's matches, he seemed to be deliberately targeting Sengoku Kiyosumi...

Akutsu believed that this was the kind of target he should attack.

The monster boy who roams the streets in the name of villainy has his own code of conduct. Like everyone else, he has his own unique philosophy behind every action, and Akutsu is no exception.

But just now, Natsume Tsukiya's words left him stunned for a moment.

Something seems to be replaying in my mind.

Yes.

Six to zero is just the score of the match.

Every competition has winners and losers, and winners and losers result in points...

seem,

This guy in front of me is a bit different from others. He doesn't use his exceptional skills as a weapon to look down on others. It seems that he is just playing the game, following the rules without adding his personality and emotions to it.

Akutsu is also a good student at school, getting A's in many subjects, so his comprehension skills are naturally excellent.

the more important thing is,

Feel,

Natsume Tsukiya has always given off a feeling that is different from others.

Akutsu realized he might be caught up in the collective emotions of the Yamabuki fandom, and inwardly scoffed. He'd said he didn't care about the Yamabuki, but inwardly he actually...

It's such a contradiction.

but,

Since we're already standing here,

How can we justify not fighting?

If I don't fight, am I still Akutsu?

He doesn't want others to order him around, not even the opposite. In short, his inner thoughts should never be changed by the words of others.

This match is a must-win!

His eyes suddenly hardened.