The Prince of Tennis, Talent Replication

"I can't take it... I can't take it."

The scariest thing is feeling strong but never being able to reach your goal.

"Senior Mido, Tsukiya's serve speed far exceeds two hundred kilometers per hour."

Ootori Chotaro, with his mouth pursed, shouted loudly at the stunned Mido Ryo.

"Uh~"

Upon hearing this, Ryo Mido looked towards the sidelines and saw Chotaro looking anxious.

On the other hand, the guy opposite him also changed his demeanor. His playful smile disappeared, replaced by an expression of self-confidence that said, "I am in control of everything."

"That guy's serve speed is a terrifying two hundred kilometers per hour?"

Ryo Mido was stunned. "Is that even human?"

"No matter what, I will never give up easily."

Ryo Mido quickly calmed down and thought to himself:

"Even if there's only a one percent chance, I'll try my best."

"ACE!"

"Bang!"

"ACE!"

"Natsume Tsukiya wins this round, score 1-0, change of game."

Ryo Mido tried to move forward, but he couldn't take a single step and stood there until the end of the first game.

"How could this happen?"

"Last time, when Mido and Fudomine's ace player clashed, Mido scored points no matter what. How come he couldn't even move when facing Tsukiya?"

"Just how strong is Natsume? How come he beats Mido like he's a primary school student?"

"Who exactly said that guy only knows how to date?"

"Senior Midoriya actually..."

A team of two hundred people—it was hard for countless people to believe.

The cheerleaders, dressed in bright yellow miniskirts, jumped up lightly, blushing as they shouted that Yue was so handsome.

"How embarrassing for Hado."

Mukahi Gakuto shook his head and said:

"They didn't even touch the ball."

"No, that guy's serve speed has already exceeded Mido's reaction time."

Atobe Keigo explained:

"He didn't leave the game the entire time, and that's why we lost."

"Atobe, can you handle a serve like that?"

The cunning schemer, Yuushi Oshitari, looked at Keigo Atobe with a sinister gaze and asked a question.

"What a joke! You can't win a match just by serving. Why would I be afraid of that kind of serve?"

Atobe Keigo's answer, which was absolutely not going to admit defeat, was very official, but what he really thought was:

"To be honest, everyone thinks Hyotei is strong, but judging from Mido's 6-0 defeat to Kippei Tachibana and Hyotei's loss in the Grand Prix, Hyotei's level still needs improvement. Facing monster players like Rikkai, Hyotei's overall strength is really lacking. If Tsukuya can perform consistently, maybe Hyotei can shed its reputation as the second-best team in Kanto... Chotaro Ootori's high-speed serve can give him an advantage in service games, but it's inconsistent. Tsukuya has already defeated Hiyoshi and Taki; if Mido loses to him too..."

Keigo Atobe is a person with top-notch insight; he is very clear about many situations.

Where exactly does Hyotei stand in terms of skill level?

He wouldn't admit it, but there was nothing he could do; the title of perennial runner-up was a real nuisance to him...

Everyone had their own little thoughts. Hiyoshi Wakako gritted his teeth secretly. He thought that Natsume Tsuki would only imitate other people's ball skills, but he didn't expect that the guy had always been very strong, but he had never shown it.

Now, I have another opponent to defeat.

In the arena, Ryo Mido lowered his head, but he did not look dejected.

Perhaps because there wasn't a fierce battle, he couldn't sense his opponent's true strength. He turned to look at Natsume Tsukiya and thought to himself:

"It's impossible to win a match just by serving. As long as I hold my serve, I still have a chance."

"Tap tap tap~"

The sound of the ball bouncing was noticeably heavier, making everyone worry for Ryo Mido.

Suddenly, his gaze sharpened like an eagle's, piercing Natsume Tsukiya, and the tennis ball in his hand was squeezed out of shape.

"Bang!"

Ryo Mido, who was completely focused, used all his strength. This attack had to be the most aggressive one he could muster.

"Love fifteen!"

Ryo Mido's body rushed forward, narrowly avoiding the incoming tennis ball.

The referee has announced the score.

He could only watch helplessly as the ball rolled back.

Something inside me seems to be shattering, is it an illusion...?

Damn it! Ryo Mido suddenly turned to look at Tsukiya Natsume. That guy, not only is his serve fast, but his return is just as fast!

No, it's not over yet.

He kept encouraging himself.

We must never give up.

"Bang!"

This shot had a bit more power.

"Love, thirty!"

"Again!"

"Bang!"

"Love, forty!"

"...Still can't get it?"

Ryo Mido clenched his teeth, his delicate eyebrows furrowing. He was aware that he couldn't win, but he refused to admit it.

"It's at break point."

"Mido, he's about to lose his serve."

"Damn it, just how strong is that guy?"

"Is Natsume really that good?"

"His serve speed exceeds 200 kilometers per hour, and his return speed is so fast that even third-year regular players can't touch it. He's amazing."

"What is this guy hiding?"

......

"Hmph, is that guy going to use this match to compete against everyone?" Atobe Keigo suddenly said.

"What are you talking about, Atobe?" Mukahi Gakuto asked, puzzled.

Yuushi Oshitari adjusted his glasses and continued:

"Natsume Tsukiya is 172 cm tall and weighs 60 kg. As a prospective member of the Hyotei Tennis Club, he often skips Hyotei's team practice. He is frivolous and lacks the discipline that a school team should have. As a result, people in the school who know him have a lot of complaints about him."

Atobe Keigo said:

"Hyotei reigns supreme on strength. Those who occupy positions without real power will always face scrutiny from the world, and he never offers any explanation."

"This match is the best answer to all those who doubted him," said Yuushi Oshitari.

"I didn't expect that Oshitari would be so familiar with this?" Mukahi Gakuto said.

Yuushi Oshitari simply smiled and did not answer.

This schemer from Osaka was just casually strolling around the Kanto region when he inadvertently caught a glimpse of Atobe Keigo's legendary display of strength, which led him to decide to join Hyotei.

In his heart, only strength matters.

His familiarity with Natsume Tsukiya was simply because that guy had crossed his bottom line. The so-called doubts others had about Natsume Tsukiya were actually doubts that Oshitari Yuushi himself had.

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

The referee's voice soon rang out throughout the stadium.

"How does it feel, Mido-senpai? Being defeated by someone you can't even look at with your eyes open, doesn't it?"

Natsume Tsuki, carrying his racket, then shouted to the sidelines:

"New wife!!"

"Senior."

A pretty girl in a miniskirt quickly ran over with a towel and water, her high ponytail swaying back and forth, attracting attention.

Ryo Mido glanced at the girl; she was the prettiest girl at Hyotei High School, named Niizuma Takami, who had inexplicably joined the school's cheerleading team. He turned his head away and said disdainfully:

"Never learn!"

"Senior Midoriya, you won't be expelled, will you?"

Chotaro looked at the coach on the platform, his heart filled with worry.