The Prince of Tennis, Talent Replication

The sunlight, with its characteristic halo, moved overhead.

Natsume Tsukiya has been in this world for some time now. He possesses the talent to copy others perfectly, and he never worries about his own strength.

Although it's supposed to be the world of the Prince of Tennis, he hasn't really focused on tennis in the past, instead spending his time traveling and having fun with all sorts of pretty girls.

According to the plot, they have now entered a familiar area, so he naturally cannot be idle any longer.

The mind can remain relaxed, but in terms of position and status, it cannot. It must shed the title of Hyotei Junior Team and enter the regular team.

That's not enough; he must become the only shining man at Hyotei.

Heading towards the national competition.

With Hyotei's strength, they would be able to put up a fight against teams from the National Tournament, especially with Natsume Tsukiya.

To be honest, Natsume Tsukiya also has many expectations for the future.

For example, Echizen Ryoma and Tezuka Kunimitsu from Seigaku are both worthy opponents.

More than any of these, Natsume Tsukiya seems to want to play a match against Inui Sadaharu; data tennis would be really interesting...

"Medo!"

Natsume Tsuki also pointed at Mido Ryo's racket, revealing a sharp edge, and his eyes, which had been shining brightly, became more spirited, which made Mido Ryo take notice.

Ryo Mido frowned, staring back fearlessly.

"If I don't beat you 6-0 today, I, Natsume, will never play tennis again."

Suddenly a gust of wind blew by, and Natsume Tsukiya's words surprised not only the two hundred members, but also Shintaro.

"Six to zero."

Ootori Chōtarō lowered his brows, thinking to himself:

"Tsukiya, that's impossible. Mido-senpai is not the same as before. You don't know what kind of training he's gone through. He's very strong now."

Atobe Keigo smiled confidently yet defiantly, thinking to himself:

"Natsume, you're really arrogant. Even if Tachibana Kippei came to Mido now, he wouldn't dare to say he could confidently beat them 6-0."

Keigo Atobe had naturally witnessed Ryo Mido's grueling training. He believed that with that kind of training, one could not easily lose to others, whether in terms of mentality or technique. Even he himself was not absolutely confident in making such a bold statement of a 6-0 victory.

When Ryo Mido heard the score was 6-0, anger welled up from the bottom of his heart.

Underestimating their opponent and being careless led to a 6-0 defeat to Kippei Tachibana of Fudomine, costing them their place on the school's regular team...

"What nonsense are you spouting?" Ryo Mido said, his body pressing down as he prepared for battle.

"Tap tap tap~"

Natsume Tsuki was also dribbling the ball. True masters don't need fancy skills. Although he wasn't too serious, he had still played against many people after gaining his talent.

After fighting someone, you gain talent that surpasses theirs, and this ability does not disappear over time.

"Whoosh~"

The tennis ball was slowly tossed into the air, and Natsume Tsuki arched his back, bouncing out like a spring.

"Bang!"

A beam of yellow light flashed across the stadium, struck the ground with a loud bang.

"ACE!"

The referee paused for a few seconds before announcing:

"Fifteen Love!"

"....."

Ryo Mido abruptly turned his head to look at the ball still rolling on the ground, sweat beading on his forehead. "This..."

"How is that possible?"

Feng Changtaro leaned forward, looking surprised and anxious:

"Mido-senpai, you didn't even touch the ball."

Atobe Keigo: "He didn't even have time to react."

"That guy isn't bad." A hint of challenge gradually appeared in Yuushi Oshitari's eyes.

"Even with Mido's level, he couldn't react in time. Tsukiya's serve speed is comparable to that of a national-level youth representative."

Shintaro remained calm, but inwardly he was quite concerned about the ball.

"In tennis, serving, receiving, and returning the ball are all interconnected. Serving is the least important part, but it is also the part that best reflects a player's strength. If you can't even receive the serve, then there's no point in talking about receiving or returning the ball, and you can't talk about strength at all. The world's top athletes are all masters of single serve..."

Xiangriyue people:

"That was just a coincidence, wasn't it?"

"Kabaji!"

"exist!"

"Bring the speed measuring device."

Keigo Atobe has always been indifferent to Natsume Tsuki. This guy is a lot like him, never showing submission to anyone, and rarely even listening to the coach or advisor.

Now it seems we should really take this seriously.

Kabaji quickly brought over the speedometer and awkwardly handed it to Atobe Keigo.

"Hmm~" Ryo Mido lowered his body even further, his muscles tensing up, constantly reassuring himself that he had just been careless. "I can return Chotaro Ootori's serve, so Natsume's shouldn't be too difficult."

Ryo Mido and Chotaro Ootori were inseparable. Chotaro Ootori was even willing to give up his spot as a regular player to plead with Taro Shintaro.

The two used high-speed serves extensively during practice, which is why Shintaro and Atobe Keigo gave Mido Ryo opportunities.

There aren't many people who can withstand Chotaro Ootori's high-speed serves.

Ryo Mido's comparison of Natsume and Chotaro Ootori, based on the fact that he had never seen Natsume serve, is quite reasonable.

"Tap tap tap~"

Natsume Tsukiya once again grabbed the bouncing ball in his hand. He hesitated for a moment. Everyone hadn't paid much attention to his serve before, but this time they watched very carefully, afraid of missing any important information.

"Whoosh~"

The tennis ball was tossed cleanly into the air.

Backswing, then strike.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, Atobe Keigo quickly looked down at the speedometer; the numbers were flashing wildly before finally stopping at:

"198!"

With his brows furrowed tightly, Atobe Keigo watched the speed of the serve without saying a word, but instead turned to Kabaji beside him without even looking at him and said:

"Kabaji, bring another speed camera."

The people nearby turned to look at Atobe Keigo in surprise.

Yuushi Oshitari's curiosity finally couldn't be contained as calmly as his composed face. He turned his head and glanced at the gray numbers on the speedometer.

Suddenly turning her head to look at the confident-looking boy in the center of the room, she noticed a hint of doubt in his eyes behind his glasses.

"This... how is this possible?" Gakuto Mukahi looked at Chotaro Ootori in astonishment. "It's even faster than Ootori's powerful serve?"

"Bang!"

Another loud bang.

The numbers on both speedometers scrolled simultaneously.

It stopped at:

"200!"

"What?! His serve speed is actually 200 kilometers per hour?!"

Ootori Chotaro's voice was soft and weak, lacking much strength, but his face was filled with worry.

"Hmph~"

Atobe Keigo gave a cool snort, his facial muscles twitching as he smiled, revealing the mole at the corner of his eye, and said:

"That guy actually had some hidden strength."

The others, who dared not approach, looked at Atobe Keigo and the others with confusion, not understanding what had happened.

Then someone asked timidly:

"Is Mido just going to stand there and wait for the opponent to serve?"

His words shocked the entire audience.