The Prince of Tennis, Talent Replication

Chapter 90

"What should we do?"

Satoshi Horio frantically waved his hands, his expression filled with great worry, and said, "The opponent is a shutout tyrant, Fuji-senpai won't be shut out, will he?"

"Horio, what are you talking about?"

Katsuro Kato frowned: "What do you mean, 'zero kills against the tyrant'?"

"It's that Natsume Tsukiya. From the loser's bracket revival tournament until now, everyone he's played against has been shut out by him."

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Satoshi Horio said, "Doesn't this count as a clean sweep against the tyrant?"

The Seigaku members were stunned. It seemed that was the case. A shutout... uh, a tyrant!

"Who have fought with him, Ah-Gan?"

Kikumaru Eiji became curious. In his memory, Natsume Tsukiya did seem to have never been defeated, but he didn't have a concrete idea of ​​what that meant.

"Fuji Yuta 0-6, Fudomine Kamio Akira 0-6, Yamabuki Junior High Sengoku Kiyosumi 0-6, Rikkai University Affiliated Junior High Kirihara Akaya 0-6!"

Inui Sadaharu looked at the numbers marked in red pen on the notebook in his hand and read them aloud coldly.

His tone was tinged with concern for Fuji Syusuke.

"So, none of these people received a single penny, is that right, Ah-Qian?"

Kikumaru Eiji appeared very excited, staring intently at Inui Sadaharu.

"Yes, otherwise he wouldn't be called the 'Zero-Sealing Tyrant'."

Sadaharu Inui sighed, clearly agreeing with Satoshi Horio's assessment.

"Fuji-senpai?"

Ryoma Echizen called out Fuji Syusuke's name, leaving the rest unsaid, but the meaning was clear.

"Don't worry, I don't want to lose this match either."

Fuji Syusuke once again revealed his enigmatic, warm smile.

"Shusuke!!"

On the periphery, a woman with medium-length hair waved to him.

"Big sister!"

Fuji Syusuke waved.

The woman, dressed in a professional pencil skirt, with her curves accentuated and bright red lipstick, quickly approached.

"Hey, Mizuki, what's with that expression?"

Seeing the woman walk towards Fuji Yuta and the others, Kanzuki suddenly became shy and timid. Fuji Yuta asked her with disdain.

"Yuta, what's that?"

When Kanzuki saw the woman greet Fuji Syusuke, he started gossiping.

"What's the point of knowing so much?"

"I asked Fuji Yuta coldly."

"Hello, I am Yuta's older sister, Fuji Yumiko. Thank you for taking care of my two younger brothers."

As Fuji Yumiko approached, she squinted her large eyes and introduced herself.

"No, no."

Guan Yuechu blushed and said, "I should thank Shusuke and Yuta for taking care of me."

"Oh my, big sister, what brings you here?"

Yuta Fuji pouted, clearly not wanting to see his older sister, Yumiko Fuji.

"I heard that Shusuke has a match today, so I took the day off to come and watch."

Yumiko Fuji hugged Yuta Fuji and smiled sweetly.

"Ouch, let go now."

Yuta Fuji struggled, trying to break free from his sister's embrace.

"How's the match going?"

Yumiko Fuji asked, "Is Shusuke's opponent strong in this match?"

"this..

"

Guan Yuechu had a problem with speaking his mind. He would speak frankly to others, but he couldn't bring himself to offend Fuji Syusuke when facing Fuji Yumiko.

"What's wrong?"

Yumiko Fuji's smile faded, and she turned to ask a question.

"Well, Zhou Zhu's opponent today hasn't lost yet."

Guan Yuechu subtly expressed this.

"Never lost yet?"

Fuji Yumiko had doubts about this concept.

"Big sister, the other side claims they'll shut out every single opponent without equal defeat."

"That's what Fuji Yuta replied."

"To shut out every opponent without equal skill?" Yumiko Fuji blinked. "Is that amazing?"

"Yes, even..."

"Big sister, you'd better not ask such questions."

Fuji Yuuta immediately stopped Kanzuki from speaking, since apart from his older brother Fuji Syusuke, no one else in the family knew that he had been shut out.

"You brat, how dare you speak to your older sister in such a commanding tone!" Fuji Yumiko grabbed Fuji Yuta's ear.

"Big sister, please spare me..."

"I beg for mercy," Fuji Yuta pleaded.

"Look, they're here!"

Guan Yuechu said.

Who is it?

Yumiko Fuji released Yuuta Fuji and looked in the direction that Hajime Mizuki was pointing.

A boy stood up from the low stands, and someone next to him kindly handed him a blue racket.

"Is that Shusuke's opponent today?" Fuji Yumiko asked.

"That's right, that's Fuji Syusuke's opponent, the Tyrant Natsume Tsukiya who shut out the opponent in a clean sweep!"

Someone nearby chimed in; it turned out to be Inoue Mamoru, who had just returned from Seigaku.

"Zero kills against the tyrant?" Fuji Yumiko turned her head.

"Oh, that's what the students at Seigaku call him," Inoue Mamoru said.

"I see." Fuji Yumiko carefully examined Natsume Tsukiya.

Inoue Mamoru: "Seigaku cannot afford to lose this match."

"Can't we lose?" Fuji Yumiko asked.

Kanzuki: "This match is a must-win for Seigaku. If they lose, Hyotei will immediately be declared the champion of this Kanto Tournament, achieving the feat of winning five consecutive matches!"

"What's going on?" Fuji Yumiko asked again.

Guan Yuechu: "Seigaku is now..."

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After hearing the explanation, Fuji Yumiko showed a worried expression.

Guan Yuechu comforted him, saying, "Actually, we should believe that Zhou Zhu can win."

"Huh??????" Fuji Yuta.

"Hyotei! Hyotei!"

"Natsume Tsukiya!"

"Natsume Tsukiya!"

Many of Natsume Tsukiya's admirers were around, calling out his name.

Inoue Mamoru was quite pleased to hear this, because ever since he had occasionally chatted with Natsume Tsukiya and learned some strategies from him, the sales of his professional monthly magazine had skyrocketed.

Inoue Mamoru naturally lavished praise on Natsume Tsukiya, and the editorial department was happy to use exaggerated but fitting words to describe Natsume Tsukiya's character.

This led to many younger players idolizing Natsume Tsukiya.

Inoue Mamoru believes that he should be credited for this.

Natsume Tsuki also heard the overwhelming sound.

Someone shouted, "Natsume, show me!"

"I want to see 6-0!"

Immediately afterwards, the cheers changed from "We will win!" to things like "Six to zero!"

When Seigaku heard this sound, they were first stunned, then surprised, and finally angry.

"Fuji, you can't lose!" Kikumaru Eiji shouted at Fuji Syusuke.

Fuji Syusuke tightened his grip on his racket, paused for a moment, and stepped onto the court—

He has never had much of a competitive spirit. Although his talent is frighteningly high, he has never been able to muster the same competitive spirit as Echizen Ryoma, nor does he have the feeling of bearing everything like Teiya Kunimitsu.

However, in the St. Rudolph Academy loser bracket revival tournament, Fuji Syusuke has no choice but to do his best regarding his younger brother, Fuji Yuuta.

He wanted to defeat Natsume Tsukiya more than he wanted to defeat Kanzuki.

Moreover, he really wanted to; these past few days, Fuji Syusuke had been watching videotapes of every match Natsume Tsukiya played.

My competitive spirit has been completely ignited.

Walk onto the court—

Fuji Syusuke stood still, his gaze no longer gentle, but revealing a subtle, sharp, cold intensity.

Off the field, Yumiko Fuji was startled, her brows furrowing as she asked, "What did that child do to offend Shusuke?"

"I don't understand." Guan Yuechu's tone changed, becoming like a mixed-tone.

Next, Fuji Yumiko described Fuji Syusuke's personality.

"Well..." Kanzuki glanced at Fuji Yuuta and stammered.

"Yuta, what's wrong?"

Yumiko Fuji discovered the problem.

"It's nothing."

Yuuta Fuji had already let it go and looked at Tsuki Natsume on the court, saying, "Our St. Rudolf team met Hyotei in the loser's bracket revival match before, and I got shut out by that guy."

"You got shut out?"

Yumiko Fuji was surprised. Although she was busy with work, she knew very well that her two younger brothers were quite strong. When she heard that Yuta Fuji had been shut out, she couldn't believe it, but she also understood the crux of the matter: "In that case, it's not surprising that Shusuke was in that situation."

Natsume Tsukiya also stopped near the baseline.

Looking across at the other side, there was Fuji Syusuke, a guy who was incredibly gentle and had a very well-developed character arc.

This character, starting from St. Rudolph's College, can be said to have undergone a great transformation.

The three types of returns were absolutely gorgeous, representing another level of sophistication in the world of Prince of Tennis.

Swallows return to their nests, brown bears are caught in nets, and beluga whales—

His flashy moves are on par with Ryoma Echizen.

This Fuji Syusuke is known as a genius of Seigaku. In the anime, when he played against Kirihara Akaya, he was able to learn the knuckle serve while watching and playing. Moreover, in a short period of time from the Kanto Tournament to the National Tournament, he developed three other return techniques.

In this world, it's best not to learn things too quickly!

However, even so, Natsume Tsuki won't lose. How could he possibly lose?

"Please choose your service game."

The referee's voice rang out.

The two stood quietly in the sunlight, and after a moment, they took steps together toward the center.

"Hello, Fuji Syusuke."

Natsume Tsuki was the first to greet them.

"Hello there."

Fuji Syusuke smiled, but the sharpness emanating from him couldn't be concealed, something Natsume Tsuki could clearly sense as well.

"You've come here today to avenge Fuji Yuuta, haven't you?" Natsume Tsukiya asked suspiciously.

"Well?"

Fuji Syusuke was slightly taken aback. He hadn't expected that Natsume Tsuki would see through his thoughts. This person was indeed not simple. Fuji Syusuke replied, "Yuta, whether it is or not, I really want to win this match."

"I really want to win," is the tone and vocabulary that Fuji Syusuke would use.

Natsume Tsuki shrugged and laughed, "If you think you can win, then come and try."

"I've always had a question I'd like to ask you. I wonder if I'll have the chance to hear it?" Fuji Syusuke inquired.

Natsume Tsukiya rolled his eyes and said, "Tell me, if you can answer, I don't mind giving you a try."

"Is your goal to shut out every opponent without equal penalty?"

Just as Fuji Syusuke asked this question, a gentle breeze blew by.

The crowd outside the venue widened their eyes and strained their ears to listen.

"I don't remember saying that."

Natsume Tsukiya shrugged: "Since everyone wants to see this happen, why should I go against everyone's good mood?"

It's better to share happiness than to enjoy it alone.

"I think I understand." Fuji Syusuke nodded.

The two stood there, and everyone outside the arena tensed up.

"I feel like I can't breathe."

Satoshi Horio, clutching his neck, said, "The two of them, just standing there, already look like they're about to fight."

Eiji Kikumaru: "Fuji is acting strange today."

"Yes, it's rare to see him like this," Takashi Kawamura added.

Ryoma Echizen: "This shows that Fuji-senpai is serious."

"Then, I'll go for the front," Fuji Syusuke said, reaching out and pressing down on the bottom of his racket.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

With no other choice, Natsume could only shrug and watch as Fuji Syusuke's racket spun before he collapsed.

"Well then, I'll serve first."

Fuji Syusuke picked up the racket from the ground and said.

"I don't care. In the end, I'm going to win anyway. As for the serve, it doesn't matter how you serve."

Natsume Tsukiya shrugged, looking quite relaxed.

"Did you hear that? He said that no matter what, he'll be the one who wins."

"That guy is really arrogant."

"What do you know? That's called having ability."

"Hyotei Academy vs. Seishun Academy, singles match number two, now begins, Seishun Academy Fuji serves."

"Keep it up, bro."

"Shusuke?!"

"6

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"Good luck, senior!"

"Hyotei will win."

"A battle of geniuses."

Various sounds mingled with Fuji Syusuke's bouncing of the ball.

"Tap tap tap!"

"call out."

"Bang!"

As Fuji Syusuke threw the ball, his entire swing became sharp and aggressive, as if the soft air had suddenly encountered a cold current.

As everyone watched the ball fly straight through the air, they all wondered how Natsume Tsuki would react.

"Bang!"

Natsume Tsukiya's reaction was normal; he aimed straight at the corner formed by the two side lines on the left.

Fuji Syusuke held his breath and quickly caught up.

"Bang!"

This shot wasn't as unstoppable as he had feared.

Natsume Tsukiya's reaction was completely different from that in the videotape.

"Bang!"

Natsume Tsukiya hit the ball again with a backhand to the corner formed by the two sidelines, still on the left side.

"Bang!"

Fuji Syusuke chased after them again.

"Bang!"

"Still this corner?"

Fuji Syusuke ran back to that corner, a doubt creeping into his mind: "Is it a coincidence? It can't be, can it?"

He reacted quickly, spotted a spot where there was absolutely no chance of a comeback, and swung his racket like threading a needle to hit the target.

"What?"

Fuji Syusuke was startled. He paid close attention to his opponent's reaction, only to see that Natsume Tsuki, while running, had switched hands.

Fuji Syusuke glanced at Echizen Ryoma off the field, already having a prediction in mind, and then ran towards the left corner again.

"Hey, isn't that the dual-wielding style that Echizen used when he fought Fudomine Ibu Shinji? How come he knows it too?"

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Kikumaru Eiji asked.

"Well!"

Ryoma Echizen was stunned. He knew that when he used the dual-wielding style, he had surprised many people and won that crucial match, establishing his authority.

Now, even Natsume Tsukiya can do it.

If too many people know a skill, it becomes cheap...

This is something Echizen Ryoma doesn't want to see.

Therefore, he frowned.