The Prince of Tennis, Talent Replication

"The finals will be held in a week, followed by a loser's bracket revival match."

Hyotei's coach, Shintaro, crossed his legs and sat calmly on his throne. Facing his two hundred members, he stood up, extended his right thumb, index finger, and middle finger, and with an elegant yet commanding gesture, raised his arm forward, issuing the command:

"Strength reigns supreme! The Hyotei Academy's regular selection begins now!"

The crowd immediately erupted in excitement:

"Have you heard? Tsukiya is going to challenge Atobe's position."

"The first person to say he wanted to replace Atobe was Hiyoshi, wasn't he?"

"What on earth are these two second-year students doing?"

"Especially Tsukiya, who didn't even make it into the regular team, yet he said he wanted to replace Atobe. It's absolutely laughable."

"However, Hyotei has always been a place where strength reigns supreme. Whoever can defeat everyone can become the captain. That's how Atobe became the captain."

"What are you talking about? How is this possible? How could Natsume Tsukiya possibly defeat Atobe?"

"This selection of official team members is related to the upcoming resurrection from the losers' bracket."

"That's right. If they lose in the loser's bracket, then Hyotei will have no chance."

"Idiot, how could Hyotei possibly lose..."

.......

Soon, all the tennis club members were scattered across the various courts.

"Tsukiya, why don't you hurry up and come over here to face your judgment?"

In the A court, Natsume Tsuki was leisurely strolling around with his racket tucked in when he heard someone call his name in a tone tinged with anger.

Taki Oginosuke, a third-year student, is Atobe's loyal follower.

Natsume Tsuki also walked over:

"Oh, it's Takiginosuke-senpai. Are you in such a hurry to be defeated by me?"

"Natsume, don't be so arrogant." As Takiginosuke spoke, his flowing hair trembled, giving him an eerie air.

"Only those with real power dare to be arrogant; how can someone without power be arrogant?"

Natsume Tsuki also turned to look at Mido Ryo, who had his hat turned inside out:

"Right, Senior Mido?!"

After losing 0-6 to Tachibana Kippei, Mido Ryo ruthlessly shaved his head, and his gaze became less arrogant and more sharp.

Ryo Mido simply held the racket without saying a word.

"You brat, come in here!" Takiginosuke shouted.

"Here I am," Natsume Tsuki said casually. "After today, let's see who dares to talk to me like that."

"The Hyotei School Selection Tournament, the match between Natsume Tsukiya (No. 25, Group B, 2nd Year) and Taki Oginosuke (No. 7, Group H, 3rd Year), is a single-set match. Now, Taki Oginosuke is serving."

On the sidelines, the club's support staff climbed onto a high chair and made the announcement.

"Tap tap tap~"

While dribbling the ball, Takiginosuke muttered to himself:

"You second-year student, you're so arrogant even though you have no skills. Today I'll teach you a lesson."

call out!

Lifting his heel, Takiginosuke fiercely slammed the tossed tennis ball towards the idle Natsume Tsukiya on the opposite side of the court.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The two fought back and forth.

There weren't many people watching from the sidelines.

Other venues are also holding elimination rounds at the same time.

Only Hiyoshi Waka, also a second-year student, stared sharply at Natsume Tsukiya.

"Damn it, what's going on?"

As their sparring session dragged on, Taki Oginosuke, a third-year student and soon-to-be member of the school's team, gradually noticed something was amiss. While retaliating, he glanced at his opponent, a sense of unease creeping into his mind:

"What's wrong with that guy? He seems even more troublesome than the regulars..."

When playing against other people, the opponent will try their best to score or show off their invincible skills. But this guy in front of me is like a wall, a wall that will always bounce back when you hit him. If it were a practice match, he would be a good opponent. But now it's a knockout match. If you want to score, you have to get over this wall. It's incredibly painful.

"Love fifteen!"

Takiginosuke ran a few steps forward out of habit, and when he heard the referee announce that he was behind, a sense of relief welled up in his heart.

Panting, I looked across at the other side, and there he was, still looking so relaxed and carefree. It was infuriating to see him like that; he didn't seem to care about tennis at all.

But what was that feeling just now?

Why do I feel like he's dominating me?

Takiginosuke looked at his palm and felt as if the guy opposite him was riding on his neck.

Calming himself down, Takiginosuke returned to the baseline and dribbled the ball, thinking that no matter what, guys like Jiro deserved to be taught a lesson.

"Snapped!"

This time he used all his strength.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Damn it, I can't get any points."

Takiginosuke began to grow anxious, his jaw clenching:

"It was so close, so very close."

"What's Takiginosuke-senpai doing?"

"I don't know, he seems to be suppressed by Yueya."

"No, Takigi isn't a regular, but he's not far off. Tsukiya's level is far from being able to suppress him."

"But haven't you noticed? That guy seems to never lose."

"Well......"

"That's right, thinking back, he never lost a game he played in."

.......

"Match over, score 6-0, Natsume Tsukiya wins."

After a fierce battle, the referee announced the result of the match.

"Sigh, Takigi-senpai."

Natsume Tsukiya, with his hands on his racket, strolled over, looked at Taki Oginosuke who had collapsed on the ground, and said with a grin:

"This is the trial you're so proud of."

"Damn it, you bastard."

Takiginosuke still felt that this guy in front of him wasn't much stronger than him, so he said resentfully:

"If we do it again, I might not lose to you."

"Hmm, that's not right."

Natsume Tsuki also shook his head and said:

"Not necessarily losing means possibly losing; possibly losing means definitely losing; not necessarily losing to me means definitely losing to me."

"Don't get cocky. Do you think you can become a regular player just because you beat me?" Takiginosuke still couldn't accept losing to someone who didn't take tennis seriously.

"Although I am very proud, I do not believe that beating you will make me a starter."

Natsume Tsuki paused for a moment, then relaxed and spread his hands, saying:

"Let's talk about it after I defeat Atobe."

"Atobe?"

Takiginosuke thought the guy in front of him had gone mad, talking big about defeating Atobe.

Who is Atobe Keigo? He is an emperor of exceptional talent.

"By the way, once I defeat all the regulars and become the captain of Hyotei, I'm going to ban all of you who are making such a fuss, including Atobe."

"you!"

"I've advanced, no need to remind me." Natsume Tsuki shrugged, revealing a smile, and said, "But you've been eliminated."

Takiogi no Suke: "......"

This guy is so awful.

No matter what you say to him, he always has that carefree expression, as if he won't get angry at all, which makes people very angry.

"Natsume-senpai, please fill out this form."

A girl from a club ran over, holding a form, and stood prettily in front of him, her two legs gleaming white.

"Okay." Natsume glanced at it and nodded.

"Your next opponent is Hiyoshi Waka," the girl said, her face slightly flushed.

"Hehe." Natsume Tsuki also forced a fair smile.