The Prince of Tennis, Talent Replication

Chapter 80

"Bang!"

This ball traveled at 200 kilometers per hour, I tested it myself!

Niou Masaharu unleashed his attack, feeling extremely satisfied. In recent days, he had barely managed to reach a maximum speed of 195 kilometers per hour.

That was when he practiced alone, but now, with the person he longed to compete with right in front of him, the strength in his palm inexplicably increased.

Knowing he couldn't hit the ball at that speed the second time, even if he were Natsume Tsukiya in disguise, how could he not be happy?

Come on, come on!

Niou Masaharu suddenly struck out, a fleeting thought flashing through his mind: "Let me see what you're really like..."

"Bang!"

Before his thoughts could settle, a gust of wind whistled past his ear, and Niou Masaharu's mind snapped to attention. All those thoughts vanished without a trace, and he could only turn his head in surprise.

"Wow, so fast!"

"Again!"

Niou Masaharu let out a fierce shout, his resentment evident.

"!"

"Again!"

"!"

"Again!"

"If you do it a hundred times, you'll get the same result."

Natsume Tsuki also put down his racket.

Niou Masaharu was essentially an imitator. He was a genius, of course, but his physical fitness couldn't keep up. After throwing more than twenty balls, his arm felt like it was broken and he couldn't lift it because of the pain.

I thought that by fighting with all my might, I could get a sense of the depth of that guy's strength. However, I didn't even get to personally experience the move that dealt with Kirihara.

Niou Masaharu was filled with pent-up frustration, unable to vent it. His racket clattered to the ground, and he stood frozen, arms clenched.

The weather was gloomy, and a chill suddenly ran through him. Niou Masaharu found himself quite bored.

Natsume Tsukiya, carrying his racket, turned and walked outside.

"call out!"

Suddenly, a ball shot out from behind and slammed into the tree in front of Natsume Tsukiya with a loud thud.

"Splash~"

The trees swayed in the rain.

Genichiro Sanada lay sprawled on his racket, emerging from behind the bridge pier. His complexion and aura mirrored the chilly weather of the day.

He cast a sharp glance at me.

The rain poured down as Natsume Tsukiya turned his head in that instant.

"Whoosh!"

In the brief moment that Natsume Tsukiya turned his head, he had already swung his racket twice, stirring up a gust of wind that blew out cold air.

Niou Masaharu shuddered.

He froze on the spot, his pupils reflecting Natsume Tsukiya's movements.

"Pfft!"

The falling raindrops, swung horizontally by Natsume Tsukiya, shot out like bullets, pattering onto the court surrounding Niou Masaharu.

The raindrops, seemingly distinct, suddenly slammed onto the floor, instantly splashing and soaking the ground.

The next horizontal shot was no longer meant to intercept raindrops falling on his head; the purpose was obvious.

Like transparent tadpoles swimming through a glass window, they shot densely towards the back of Niou Masaharu.

He turned his head abruptly, and there stood Genichiro Sanada, like a statue.

A series of rapid hits rang out as Sanada Genichiro swung his racket quickly, attempting to intercept the balls from the middle. However, it was to no avail; while he could occasionally block a small portion of the balls, most of them still managed to hit him.

Niou Masaharu's heart skipped a beat; the snapping sounds were frequent, and the pain was visible to the naked eye.

Genichiro Sanada never expected things to turn out this way. He could never let go of the Kirihara matter. Although he couldn't do anything about it, he still had to find Natsume Tsukiya to have a showdown.

Just now, he was also angry, and when he served the ball, he didn't intend to aim at Natsume Tsukiya, he just wanted to block him.

Unexpectedly, that guy managed to use all the water droplets at the grid intersections as bullets.

Genichiro Sanada's reaction was incredibly fast. On the first shot, Natsume Tsuki also splattered raindrops onto the ground, and Genichiro Sanada could already see the clue. The second shot came towards him, and he was prepared to dodge. However, he suddenly felt the urge to compete and swung his racket to meet it. His face was already stinging, as if water had been poured into a pan of oil and fried on his face. He immediately thought of finding an ice pack.

But immediately, Genichiro Sanada stopped in his tracks. He had come here to find him, hadn't he?

Otherwise, why would you hit the tree trunk and leave it there?

"Let's fight!"

Genichiro Sanada walked onto the court from the other side and threw his tennis bag aside.

"Hey, Sanada, I remember the third place in the Kanto Tournament qualifies you for the National Tournament, why are you in such a hurry?"

Natsume Tsukiya's expression remained normal, without the anger that Sanada Genichiro had imagined.

He instantly came to his senses. The person in front of him was not Kirihara Akaya, and would not fly into a rage at the slightest provocation. A thought suddenly arose in his heart, and a resentment towards Kirihara Akaya welled up, but was immediately suppressed by Sanada Genichiro.

"From now until the National Tournament, Rikkai will not slack off at all. We will definitely settle this score with Hyotei and Rikkai in front of all the teams in the country."

Genichiro Sanada said coldly, "Our team's Yukimura will also be participating, so you might not run into me."

Natsume Tsuki nodded as well.

"Genichiro!"

When Niou Masaharu saw the red, bruised marks on Sanada Genichiro's face, resembling those from cupping therapy, he became worried and asked with concern, "Should we go to the hospital for your face?"

His heart pounded inexplicably. Niou Masaharu looked closer, growing increasingly alarmed. The raindrops, the racket, the way they hit the ball—it felt like a red-hot iron landing on his skin…

If I said that, who would believe me?

Even Niou Masaharu himself had a misconception that, even if he saw it with his own eyes, his heart wavered between belief and disbelief, like a thermometer lying horizontally.

Perhaps, these marks on Genichiro's face are not what Natsume Tsukiya meant?

So, are those marks on the ground that you see, which get wet and then dry, fake?

This guy in front of me, he's perfectly fine when he's playing normally, so why does he suddenly...

Niou Masaharu suddenly thought of Kirihara Akaya. Why did that guy have to hit someone?

Perhaps this guy only acts this way when provoked or attacked, yes, that must be it...

Niou Masaharu felt a little relieved.

Without being told, Sanada Genichiro suddenly felt as if his face was covered with countless tiny, burning spots after being kindly reminded by Niou Masaharu. He felt incredibly restless on this rainy day.

"Come on, give it your all!"

With a pent-up resentment waiting to be released, Sanada Genichiro walked towards the back of the field, feeling the power within him becoming uncontrollable.

Niou Masaharu obediently left the court.

At that moment, the stubbornness in his heart had vanished without a trace. No matter how hard he tried to imitate those two powerful strokes, he could never achieve them.

After today's competition, he was thinking of going back to practice hard and then come back for another challenge. Now it seems there's no need to waste time on this.

Natsume Tsukiya is not someone I can provoke!

Niou Masaharu didn't think highly of Sanada either, as could be seen from the freckles on his face.

"Tap tap tap!"

The ball bounced back and forth, my face hurt, it hurt so much, it hurt so much!

Genichiro Sanada gritted his teeth.

"Bang!"

His arms were almost completely exhausted from swinging, and Genichiro Sanada didn't want to do this, but it was the only way to make his face feel a little better.

I haven't felt this kind of oil splattering in a long time.

"Ah~"

His eyes widened in anger, and he suddenly shouted.

Niou Masaharu was taken aback. The power of Sanada Genichiro's shot was at least ten times that of the one he used in the match against Yukimura!

Although Natsume Tsuki is also unparalleled, it will not be easy for him to catch this ball.

The rage of the bull was finally seen in Genichiro Sanada by Masaharu Niou.

He shouldn't be called Emperor Sanada; "Bull" would be more appropriate.

Niou Masaharu thought to himself, then looked towards Natsume Tsukiya.

Contrary to expectations, Natsume Tsukiya's previous composure vanished, and he leaped up, launching a fierce counterattack like throwing a shot put.

Bang!

The sound of the blows was like thunder and cannons splitting mountains.

"Click click click~"

A battle of brute force?

Niou Masaharu frowned, and then he heard the net strings on Sanada Genichiro's racket making a cracking sound, as if they were about to snap.

Genichiro Sanada roared like a lion, his face contorted as he fought the ball. Masaharu Niou was startled; it was rare to see Sanada like this.

It seems that this deputy minister is not as careless as he appears!

And the other party...

Natsume Tsukiya!

Niou Masaharu has fought both of them before and was able to kill them with a single blow using speed. Now he's resorting to strength, is he going for a head-on confrontation?

"ah!"

"Bang!"

Genichiro Sanada's face flushed red and then turned pale, but he finally gave in to his will and threw the ball away.

My face seemed numb, and the burning sensation became negligible.

"Grab it out of thin air?"

Niou Masaharu's eyes lit up. He had finally seen it. Was it that move?

"Bang!"

The moisture turned into white smoke, and with a deafening roar, its overwhelming force pressed down on Sanada Genichiro.

Niou Masaharu gritted his teeth secretly, feeling worried.

As if he had anticipated this, Genichiro Sanada suddenly gripped his racket with both hands and swung it with all his might.

A gust of wind suddenly blew up, and Sanada Genichiro's hat flew off, sending him tumbling away.

All that could be seen was the ripples in Sanada Genichiro's facial muscles, which made Niou Masaharu's heart pound with fear. It felt as if an 8-level gale was blowing fiercely against his face. Just how strong was that force?

"Click-clack-click-clack!"

"Bang!"

Genichiro Sanada suddenly swung his arm out in a bow stance, only to find it swinging empty air.

"Tap tap tap!"

The racket had a big hole in it, and the tennis ball bounced back with a thud, still smoking.

"So, even force can't subdue it?"

Genichiro Sanada suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the person opposite him.

I'm here today to have a contest, but not in terms of speed, but in terms of strength.

His strength is not weak. I didn't expect that Natsume Tsukiya's strength is even stronger than his. How come I've never heard of this person before?

Logically speaking, he couldn't have remained unknown for the past few years.

Genichiro Sanada just couldn't understand it.

Has Natsume Tsuki been gone for several years?

He wasn't deliberately going into seclusion; it's just that his talent needed to be cultivated gradually and matured over time.

"I'm gone."

Natsume Tsuki also turned around.

"Are you going to run away?"

Genichiro Sanada already sensed that the match couldn't continue, but he still held back his words.

"If you keep fighting, you'll die."

After stopping and remaining silent for three seconds, Natsume Tsukiyatsu also turned his head slightly, a sharp glint in his eyes.

Genichiro Sanada felt a momentary tremor in his heart.

This person is truly terrifying; it seems Rikkai will have to triple their training volume.

However, judging from the current momentum, the possibility of Seigaku agreeing to Hyotei's request is very small!

"puff!"

An umbrella was opened, and the slender young woman was already waiting outside the net gate.

"To not accept the pass is to lose!"

Somewhere, Akutsu, who appeared and disappeared like a ghost, had a hint of disdain in his mind.

"Genichiro, let's go to the hospital first."

Niou Masaharu withdrew his gaze and offered his advice.

Genichiro Sanada remained staring at the departing figure, unable to snap out of his daze for a long time.

Unnoticed, the muscles in his palm trembled.

"So strong!"

"What?"

"It's nothing, let's go."

Genichiro Sanada turned around gracefully.

After turning around, his expression, which was disdainful yet increasingly burning with fighting spirit, surprised Niou Masaharu.

It seems my deputy minister harbors a deep resentment...

The sky was damp, and the road reflected people's shadows. The colorful umbrellas, like flowers that only bloom in the rain, moved cautiously.

Natsume Tsukiya and Niizuma Takara stood on the overpass and withdrew their gaze. Natsume Tsukiya held an umbrella in his left hand, and the slender girl took his right hand in both hands, gently rubbed it, breathed on it to warm it, and raised her soft little head to ask, "Senpai, does it hurt?"

Natsume Tsukiya smiled, withdrew his hand, and pressed it against the girl's eyes, which were like starlight. He laughed and said, "Hokugan-chan, I'm a god, you know. Gods can't get hurt!"

"Wagada~"

The girl nodded playfully, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons with laughter.

"let's go."

Natsume Tsuki also crossed his arms.

The new wife, beaming with joy, reached out and wrapped her arms around the crown, saying with concern as they walked, "Next up is the match against Seishun Academy, right?"

"Yeah, they're practically the chosen protagonists."

"Hmm~" Shinzae Boko shook her little head.

"You don't think so?" Natsume Tsukiya asked with a smile.

"How can a group without senior students be considered a chosen protagonist group?"

After speaking, she playfully stuck out her tender tongue.

"Oh."

Natsume Tsuki was quite pleased with this blatant praise, shaking his head earnestly and saying, "Arigato, mama haha!"

"Mama haha?"

When she heard the words "thank you" and "Mama Haha" linked together for the first time, her bright eyes shone even brighter.

"Mama haha!"

Natsume Tsukiya's walking path.

"Hehehe~"

The girl laughed out loud, muttering, "Arigato, Mamahaha!"

"Tch, that guy, he's really something else."

Yamabuki Sengoku was incredibly bored, so he wandered around with his hands in his pockets.

He lost to Takeshi Momoshiro, and then to Tsukiya Natsume.

Unexpectedly, he saw the two of them being all lovey-dovey when he got here. He had followed them the whole way and was incredibly envious. He couldn't help but complain, "I'm handsome too, okay?"

"Sengoku-senpai, what are you doing?"

Then a sudden sound startled Sengoku Kiyosumi.

"Taiichi, what are you doing here?"

Sengoku Kiyosumi turned her head, and there stood Tan Taichi, wearing a green headband and holding a small notebook.

"I am following orders from Akutsu-senpai to investigate Natsume Tsukiya."

Tantai was completely subservient to Akutsu.

"Akuzu?"

"Yeah." Tan Taichi: "Sengoku-senpai, were you secretly following Natsume Tsukiya?"

"I was just passing by."

Sengoku Kiyosumi thought to himself, "I won't admit it."

"Sengoku-senpai, what are you going to do next?"

"I, of course..."