The Prince of Tennis, Talent Replication

Chapter 79

In the hospital corridor, Niou Masaharu leaned against the wall, one foot resting on it, and turned to look at the handsome and aloof Sanada Genichiro beside him, asking, "What should we do now?"

Genichiro Sanada stared blankly at the closed door of the consultation room.

"Hello!"

Niou Masaharu's phone vibrated. He held it to his ear and whispered, "Understood!"

He looked up at Genichiro Sanada and said, "They're already at the hospital, waiting for us to come over."

Genichiro Sanada turned his head.

"Creak!"

The door opened.

The doctor took out his stethoscope, pulled his mask down to his chin, and stared at Genichiro Sanada, saying, "According to the diagnosis, apart from a broken rib and facial injuries, there are no other problems."

"call!"

The two of them breathed a sigh of relief and thanked each other repeatedly.

"You can go see him now."

After the doctor finished speaking, he left directly.

The two pushed open the door, and Kirihara Akaya was lying on the hospital bed.

"Vice Minister, I..."

Kirihara Akaya shouted.

"You're fine. The doctor said you have a broken rib and need to rest, but otherwise you're okay."

Niou Masaharu shrugged.

Kirihara Akaya said, "But, senpai, my hands don't have much strength left."

Genichiro Sanada frowned and said, "You should rest for a while."

His eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp glint, and it was unclear what he was thinking.

The two walked into the corridor and looked outside. Niou Masaharu asked, "Vice-Minister, about Kirihara?"

"Don't let Yukimura know for now; it's not good for his treatment."

Sanada Genichiro chose the neighboring hospital, which was different from Yukimura Seiichi's, for this very reason.

"Then how do we explain the match to Yukimura?"

Sanada was forced into silence.

Another hospital.

Marui Bunta and the others were downstairs, reluctant to go inside.

Jackal Kuwabara: "What happened to the Vice Minister and Niou? Did they find Kirihara?"

Liu Lianji: "I don't know, Prince Ren didn't say."

"Even if we lose the finals, it shouldn't come to this." Yagyu Hiroshi pushed up his glasses and complained.

The men frowned simultaneously.

That's true, but the facts are clear: the game was ultimately lost.

A major upset, losing before the finals.

How can we explain this to the Son of God?

Everyone has their own unspoken concerns; this isn't just men's singles, it's a men's team event...

"Let's wait until Genichiro arrives before discussing this matter," said Renji Yanagi.

Today is truly a day of shame for Rikkai University.

The group waited at the hospital entrance for quite some time before Sanada Genichiro and Niou Masaharu rushed over.

The group slowly stood up, their gazes passing over the two men to look behind them; there was no one else there.

"Genichiro, where's Kirihara?"

Liu Lian's Second Question.

To prevent the news from leaking out, Sanada Genichiro and Niou Masaharu did not intend to tell anyone what had just happened.

Sanada Genichiro avoided answering directly, saying, "I'll go and talk to Yukimura myself."

"Let's go too."

Marui Bunta put away his bubblegum and said, "After all, this match wasn't entirely your fault; the fault lay with us for underestimating our opponents."

Jackal Kuwabara: "Yeah, nobody expected Hyotei to have such a hidden talent."

The mention of Natsume Tsukiya caused everyone to become serious.

Genichiro Sanada and Masaharu Niou both showed expressions of anger and hatred.

The jackal Kuwabara had no choice but to shut up.

Yukimura Seiichi lay on the bed, looking at his phone beside him. Strangely, he had called the phone many times, but no one answered.

"Yukimura!"

Genichiro Sanada, carrying some things, pushed open the door and entered.

"Where's Kirihara?"

Yukimura Seiichi glanced around and saw that everyone was there except for Kirihara Akane.

All eyes turned to Genichiro Sanada.

"Kirihara is in trouble, Yukimura, how are you?"

Genichiro Sanada spoke lightly, but his heart was heavy.

He harbored some resentment towards Kihara Akaya.

"I'm fine."

Yukimura Seiichimatsu leaned back on the mattress and laughed, "So, who are we going to face in the finals? With you guys here, I'm very relieved."

Everyone lowered their heads in silence.

"What's wrong?"

Yukimura Seiichi asked.

"minister?"

The jackal, Kuwahara, wanted to speak but could not.

"We lost."

When Sanada Genichiro said this, he showed little remorse and remained as cold and aloof as ever.

"What does 'lost' mean?"

Yukimura Seiichi's expression gradually turned cold.

"We failed to make it to the finals." Jackal Kuwabara turned his head away in frustration.

"Sanada?"

Despite his illness, Yukimura Seiichi's gaze remained sharp as he suddenly fixed it on Sanada Genichiro.

"I'm sorry, Yukimura, I couldn't keep my promise to you."

Genichiro Sanada straightened his back and said, "In the Kanto Tournament, our opponent today is Hyotei."

"Hyotei?"

Yukimura Seiichi frowned.

"Hyotei has a really strong guy, you should have heard of him," Sanada said.

"Is that the second-year student who defeated Akaya?"

Yukimura Seiichi Road.

"That's right. The opponent won the first doubles match this time. In the second match, Atobe Keigo appeared in the doubles, and our Rikkai University team lost both matches. Renji and I barely won the two matches."

Genichiro Sanada's mind flashed with Kirihara's image, and after a pause, he continued, "Kirihara lost to Tsukiya Natsume 0-6, and Rikkai failed to reach the finals!"

"What?"

Yukimura Seiichi's voice also sharpened, and he said incredulously, "Akaya actually lost 0 to 6?"

No wonder he didn't come. Given Kirihara's personality, he must be hiding somewhere, working hard to improve. However, losing 0 to 6 is indeed unbelievable.

Who exactly is this person?

Yukimura Seiichi suddenly became curious about Natsume Tsukiya.

"Yukimura, focus on your surgery. In the National Tournament, Rikkai will definitely settle this score with Hyotei."

Genichiro Sanada said coldly, "If you still have this obsession, then you must succeed!"

Yukimura Seiichi fell silent—what a ridiculous joke, Rikkai University, actually lost to Hyotei...

—On this day, thunder roared in the sky.

The heavy rain continued.

The match between Hyotei and Seigaku will be postponed to a week later...

As expected, the weather remained unchanged, and the event was postponed.

"Hmph, then we'll just have to wait a week before we let Seigaku taste the fruits of our hard work."

Ryo Mido clenched his fist. Since the fierce battle with Rikkai, Hyotei had not felt relaxed at all; on the contrary, they had intensified their training.

Ryo Mido felt that his training had reached a point where he urgently needed to demonstrate his skills, and he couldn't help but feel the urge to show them off.

Atobe Keigo, however, remained unmoved, but had some unresolved questions in his mind, ever since he watched Natsume Tsukiya's silent battle against Kirihara Akaya.

Atobe Keigo then began to ponder how to deal with it, searching day and night, exhausting all his thoughts, but to no avail.

Regardless of whether Xia Ziyue is the head of Hyotei or not, Jihe Keigo, seeing that his son is a skilled fighter, inevitably felt the urge to compete.

Hyotei's desire to fight was palpable, while Seigaku's members still looked apprehensive. Upon hearing that the battle would be rescheduled for another day, they all breathed a sigh of relief: "Great, finally we can catch our breath for a few days."

Kikumaru Eiji patted his chest, knowing that Seigaku hadn't dared to relax for the next two days.

"What are you saying, Kikumaru?" Ryuzaki Sumire glanced at her and called out, "We're going to have some intensive training in a few days."

"Coach!" the group cried out.

"It's decided on the youngest son." Ryuzaki Sumire's words left no room for doubt.

Alas, amidst the cries and wails, everyone felt a sense of relief.

At least for a moment, they don't have to immediately face the opponent who defeated Rikkai like Hyotei did.

Even though the Seigaku members still felt that Rikkai was stronger after defeating Rikkai, Rikkai was still the school that defeated them. Who knows, they might just fall into their hands?

They could only go their separate ways and return home.

Everyone has their own things to do.

—At the Echizen Ryoma residence, Echizen Nanjiro, who had been lying on his back for a long time, was flipping through a beauty magazine about women dressed in the Emperor's New Clothes when he glanced at Echizen Ryoma as he returned from the entrance hall.

Without even glancing at him, he said, "What, young man, you're back so soon?"

"Mind your own business, old man!"

Ryoma Echizen said arrogantly.

"I remember Rikkai's captain was hospitalized, right?"

Echizen Nanjiro said nonchalantly, "Young man, you should do your best."

"What are you saying, old man?"

Ryoma Echizen, bewildered, slid open the door and went into his room.

"Young people these days are getting more and more impolite."

"uncle!"

A gentle, reproachful voice rang out.

Nanako, holding the plate, said, "You're looking at that kind of thing again."

"What are you talking about?"

Echizen Nanjiro remained incorrigible and denied it without a care.

"They don't even care about Ryoma."

Nanako has two skills: one is to put things on a plate, and the other is to make sarcastic remarks.

"What are you concerned about?"

Echizen Nanjiro picked his nose and shouted in that direction, "Did they lose the match and the survivors aren't allowed to play?"

There was no sound in the room.

"What a pity, what a pity. They must have been scared out of their wits by Rikkai University."

Echizen Nanjiro's tone was cheeky. These past few days, Echizen Ryoma seemed to be in a bad mood, and he could only try to cheer him up in various ways.

"uncle?"

Nanako retorted, "Seigaku's opponent isn't Rikkai anymore."

"What?" Echizen Nanjiro scrambled to his feet. "Isn't that the two-time national champion? Isn't that a good thing? We don't have to fight so hard. But, isn't it the finals yet?"

After watching a match between Yamabuki and Seigaku, Echizen Nanjiro became too lazy to go anymore, so he only said that Seigaku had won, or rather, what Seigaku's opponents were like.

"Uncle, Ryoma's current rival is called Hyotei Academy."

Nanako recalled, "Hyotei had a rival named Natsume Tsukiya, who was very strong."

"You seem to care about Ryoma quite a bit."

Echizen Nanjiro continued picking his nose.

"Old man, you're not serious."

Nanako scolded, "That's because..."

She stopped. She couldn't very well say it was because all the boys in her club liked that girl named Shinzaki Takamichi.

Because everyone is discussing it, what we know, what we can't imagine, and it's also very difficult.

Newspapers also reported that Rikkai University suffered a major defeat.

"Oh~"

Echizen Nanjiro focused his gaze on the room: "Ryoma, want to play a game with Raku?"

"Tezuka, are you sure you didn't ask about your hand?"

"There are absolutely no questions asked, and I can make it to the national competition."

When Teiichi received the phone call yesterday, he hesitated for a moment before asking, "Sanada, I'm sorry to hear that Rikkai suffered a crushing defeat against Hyotei. But even if they lost, why did you volunteer to be our Seigaku's sparring partner?"

"Tezuka, the history between Rikkai and Hyotei is beyond your comprehension."

Genichiro Sanada's eyes narrowed, and he said, "You should be able to guess that Rikkai hopes Seigaku will win, that's enough!"

"Well then, on behalf of Seigaku, thank you!"

The two men spoke by phone and reached a common goal.

Yesterday, Teya Kuni quickly informed Ryuzaki Sumire of the matter, but only mentioned that Rikkai University had been chosen as their training opponent, without discussing the details of their conversation.

"Ah, as expected of our Seigaku captain, Tei." Ryuzaki Sumire praised.

"Hyotei, aren't you going to give the kids anything new to train with?"

"Yeah, I heard that the guys from Seigaku are doing intensive training right now."

In response to everyone's requests, Natsume Tsuki also said, "There's no need for that. As long as we maintain 80% of the previous control, taking down Seigaku will be a piece of cake. As for the National Tournament, that's something for later training."

The group had no choice but to throw themselves into even more arduous training once again.

The sky was overcast and the air was dark. The sky after the rain was washed clean and looked like a pale ink. Niizuma Takara and Natsume Tsuki were walking back from the tennis court under the overpass, carrying tennis bags on their backs.

A tall, imposing man appeared around the corner, chuckled, and said, "Want to have a fight?"

Niou Masaharu—

Do you think you have a chance?

Natsume Tsukiya countered with a question.

Niou Masaharu frowned. For the past few days, he had been practicing the chaotic routine over and over again, recording it on tape. He had watched it hundreds of times, and his nerves were starting to feel disgusted.

I still don't know how Natsume Tsukiya hit that shot.

How can a ball that disappears into thin air inexplicably reappear under Kirihara Akaya?

While watching Natsume Tsukiya's documentary, Niou Masaharu still learned a few things.

I came here today for two reasons: first, to verify my progress over the past period of time; and second, to personally experience that kind of ball, so as to take it a step further.

To be honest, he really didn't want to do it, but he couldn't resist the temptation.

"We'll see if we get a chance to fight first."

Niou Masaharu went to Akutsu and learned the truth about that day.

Kirihara Akane was also a member of Rikkai University, and his teammate, a teammate who fought side by side with him, so it's not surprising that Natsume Tsuki would do the same.

Niou Masaharu glanced at Niizuma Hōkan. In the end, it was the vice-commander who spoiled Kirihara too much. For example, when he sent countless people to the hospital, Sanada was still able to step in and stop him.

Even if things were as they were, Kirihara wouldn't have been sent to the hospital by himself.

I must say, it was also a kind of retribution for my actions—

"You really want to fight?"

Natsume Tsukiya asked.

"Le Kang, it's been a long time."

Niou Yajido.

On the field.

The two faced off, and Niou Masaharu transformed into Natsume Tsukiya.

Fighting with all our might is nothing special.

"Then, let Le serve."

Niou Masaharu no longer held back and made his request directly.

"Please go ahead, I'm invincible." Natsume Tsuki also shrugged.