The Prince of Tennis, Talent Replication

Chapter 92

"Will it be a super-fast serve exceeding 200 kilometers per hour?"

"Probably."

"Natsume Tsukiya's serve speed is second to none. Seigaku's Fuji Syusuke probably can't receive it."

All eyes were on Natsume Tsukiya. Those who knew him knew that he could easily hit a super-fast serve of 200 kilometers per hour, so everyone was incredibly excited.

Fuji Syusuke's gaze was fixed on him, and he crouched down to await his arrival.

"call out!"

The tennis ball slipped from the slender fingers and slowly entered the air.

Natsume Tsuki could feel the gentle breeze; it was truly a lovely day.

"Snapped!"

Fuji Syusuke only felt a flash before his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Natsume Tsukiya's finished state, as if the duel had ended after this ball was hit.

Then came a deafening bang, like a firecracker suddenly exploding.

"Fifteen to zero!"

The referee was also slightly taken aback and quickly went to check the monitor.

Even with continuous slowing down, only a faint shadow could be seen, and upon verification, the landing point was correct.

"That guy really did use a super-fast serve," said Takashi Kawamura.

Momoshiro Takeshi glared angrily and shouted, "Is there really no way for Fuji-senpai to do anything?"

Inui Sadaharu thought for a moment and shook his head: "With Natsume Tsukiya's ball speed, there probably aren't many that can be caught."

A sudden surge of resentment welled up in Echizen Ryoma's heart, and he frowned.

"I'm so unwilling to accept this," said Momoshiro Takedo.

"Shut up, the game isn't over yet."

Kaoru Kaidou retorted directly.

"What are you saying, Viper? Want to fight?"

"Come on, who's afraid of who?"

Fuji Syusuke had only one thought: competitiveness.

He doesn't have the skills to deal with high-speed serves.

"Bang!"

"Thirty to zero!"

"Bang!"

"40 to 0!"

"Oh~~"

Exclamations of surprise echoed throughout the arena.

"ACE!"

The score of the game "Hyotei Natsume" is 2 to 1.

3

The referee quickly announced the result of this simple and enjoyable game.

Although it was a one-sided stomp, it was still very exciting to watch from the sidelines: "Did you see that? That genius Fuji from Seigaku didn't even touch the ball once."

"So strong, Natsume Tsukiya from Hyotei."

"Is this still a middle school student?"

"I knew Hyotei was strong, but I never imagined they would be this strong."

Yuuta Fuji: "This won't do, we'll lose if we keep going like this."

"That Natsume is indeed a figure not to be underestimated." Mizuki's words were no longer sinister.

Beside her, Yumiko Fuji's red lips were tightly pursed.

"Inoue-senpai, if you keep playing like that, Natsume Tsuki can win the match just by serving."

While others were filled with worry, Shisaori was all smiles.

"That's the theory."

Inoue Mamoru replied, "Natsume Tsuki has already won the two crucial games. Even if he loses the third game, he can win the fourth. He will have two more points than Fuji Syusuke, and once he reaches 6-4, he can win the match."

Hanamura Aoi: "I never expected that there would be such a person in the middle school tennis world. I wonder who is better, him or Echizen Ryoma. I wonder if he would be willing to come to our Josei Shonan."

"coach....

"

Ruo Renhong called out awkwardly.

Reiji Kamishiro's brows furrowed like a wooden statue, and he instantly regarded Tsuki Natsume as an enemy, a thought of competition welling up in his mind.

Beside her, Shiba Saori glanced at Kamishiro Reiji, her heart filled with disdain: "Heh, do you really think your Shiroishi Shonan is a treasure? You're so interested in it, but others aren't interested at all."

"Fuji, you have to win."

Oishi Shuichiro thought of Tezuka and promised to win the championship to show him. So he pursed his lips and shouted at Fuji Syusuke.

Fuji Syusuke turned his head.

"Do your best, Fuji-senpai!" Horio Satoshi shouted.

Kaidou Kaoru called out shyly, "Good luck, senpai!"

Ryoma Echizen: "Senpai, we have to win!"

Fuji Syusuke was taken aback for a moment, feeling a surge of power flow from his arm into his heart, and he tightened his grip on the racket.

He turned and walked to the service line on the court.

"I can't hold back any longer."

As the idea surged in Fuji Syusuke's mind, he stretched out his hand, palm down.

His unusual posture drew everyone's attention.

As soon as Natsume Tsukiya saw that posture, he knew what Fuji Syusuke was going to do.

Please, he's a time traveler.

Low serve!

The serve that disappears—it seems that Fuji Syusuke wants to use this move to overcome his weakness in serving.

All that could be seen was Fuji Syusuke twisting his fingers, instantly applying an initial spin to the tennis ball in his hand, causing it to fall.

"This ball will disappear!"

As Fuji Syusuke spoke, he flicked his racket upwards.

"Fuji rarely plays that kind of serve," Kikumaru Eiji said.

Ryoma Echizen was surprised: "I've never seen Fuji-senpai serve like that before."

"Is it some kind of special serve?" Satoshi Horio asked.

Rikkai's Big Bad Wolf, Kuwabara: "Trying to turn the tide with that kind of serve? That won't work."

As he spoke, the ball drew a perfect bridge arc, flew into Natsume Tsukiya's court, slid close to the ground for a few seconds, and then suddenly leaped up.

"This ball is about to disappear," Fuji Syusuke said confidently.

piupiupiu!

The tennis ball started flying wildly through the air, as if it had mad cow disease.

call out!"

The last sound came as the ball disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Look, what is that?"

"Disappeared."

"Fuji Syusuke, as expected, is a genius of Seigaku."

"It's gone!"

Fuji Syusuke revealed a slight smug smile.

"snort!"

Natsume Tsukiya also gave a soft hum.

The ball disappearing doesn't mean it's over; as long as it hasn't hit the ground, it's not over.

"Uh!" Fuji Syusuke was taken aback.

Then came Natsume Tsukiya's voice: "The ball won't disappear!!"

"!"

He had barely finished speaking when the racket in his hand struck the ball.

"Here you go!"

Natsume Tsukiya let the ball roll on his racket for a moment before suddenly swinging it out.

"What?"

"He caught it! He actually caught that missing serve!"

"

'

The audience was shocked.

"Fuji Syusuke, a genius serve!" Jackal Kuwabara exclaimed in surprise, "It was intercepted!"

Genichiro Sanada: "That kind of shot is nothing special. Natsume Tsuki definitely saw through the trajectory of that shot in an instant. You can't win this game with that kind of trick. Seigaku needs to show some real skill!"

Unintentionally, Genichiro Sanada also revealed that he possessed strength that was not comparable to Tsukiya Natsume, at least that's what the Rikkai students thought.

Hyotei —

"I never expected that Fuji Syusuke would possess such advanced skills."

"Unfortunately, his opponent is our minister."

"That's right, even the genius of Seigaku has to swallow his pride and suffer a setback this time."

"call out!!"

In the field.

The most surprised of all was Fuji Syusuke. His signature serve wasn't unreturnable, but even the Tei family couldn't see through it on the first try. Yet Natsume Tsuki had actually figured out the trajectory of the ball on the first try.

The sudden counterattack quickly found its way into their own half of the field.

Time waits for no one, so Fuji Syusuke had no choice but to give it his all.

"Bang!"

Natsume Tsukiya's ball also slid close to the ground for a moment before suddenly shooting out.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

Suddenly, the tennis ball in front of Fuji Syusuke became incredibly chaotic, veering erratically and unpredictably.

"call out!"

Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, the ball vanished!

Fuji Syusuke was suddenly startled.

To use their own methods against them?!

"Snapped!"

"Tap tap tap!"

'

The ball landed behind them with a thud.

Fuji Syusuke turned his head in surprise.

Natsume Tsukiya's voice came over: "This shot is called 'Flying Swallow Returns to Its Nest'!"

'

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"Hey, hey, hey, what is that guy saying?"

Satoshi Horio exclaimed in confusion, "Flying Swallow Returns to its Nest, isn't that Fuji-senpai's signature move?"

"Yeah, how can he call that a 'swallow returning to its nest'?" Katsuro Kato chimed in, "At most, it's called a 'disappearing counterattack'!"

Kikumaru Eiji frowned: "He means that we should retaliate using the Fuji Disappearance property, and call it Flying Swallow Returns to Nest."

Inui Sadaharu: "This must be a huge blow to Fuji!"

Yuta Fuji could only stand there dumbfounded, just like his sister Yumiko Fuji.

Kanzuki, stroking his chin, thought to himself, "Natsume Tsukiya, this guy really got his revenge for being toyed with by Fuji. But I have to admit, Natsume Tsukiya is a master, both technically and mentally!"

Ryuzaki Sumire frowned as she watched: "Fuji kept emphasizing that the ball would disappear, clearly meaning that a point could be scored, but in the end, no point was scored. Instead, the Hyotei team not only immediately used the same disappearing tennis ball to retaliate, but also outsmarted Fuji and won the point, naming it 'Flying Swallow Returns to its Nest.' It's really... much more formidable than our team!"

Banta Mikiya's eyes lit up at Natsume Tsukiya's shot, and a thought of poaching him actually popped into his head.

Fuji Syusuke was incredibly clever; he immediately grasped the multi-layered counterattack from his opponent, Natsume Tsukiya, and felt quite indignant.

Not only was his signature move easily countered, but it was also touted as another of his signature moves, "Flying Swallow Returns to its Nest."

"!"

How could Fuji Syusuke admit defeat so easily?

Serve again at a low altitude.

"Snapped!"

"Zero to thirty!"

Why?

When Natsume Tsukiya returned the ball, Fuji Syusuke couldn't decipher his opponent's trajectory. He was utterly puzzled: "Both are disappearing serves, so the trajectories should be similar... No, his opponent's skill... is far superior to mine?"

I was utterly astonished.

"Zero to forty!"

'

Game: Hyotei Natsume, score 0-3!

With the score at 0-3, Fuji Syusuke truly felt a strong urge to win.

They're down 0-3, how far away can 0-6 be?

He suddenly remembered the phrase used to describe Natsume Tsukiya:

[Shut down every opponent without equal penalty!]

Previously, Fuji Syusuke had been skeptical, but now he suddenly realized that this was not a joke, but the truth.

That guy on the other side really wants to shut out me.

Although I don't really care about winning or losing.

But I definitely don't want to be shut out!

"We're doomed. That guy from Hyotei is really going to shut out Fuji-senpai." Horio Satoshi clutched his head.

Kaidou Kaoru retorted angrily, "Shut up!"

"Everyone, calm down," said Oishi Shuichiro. "Fuji still has a trump card he hasn't used yet."

Eiji Kikumaru: "But Fuji has already lost two service games, and now it's the opponent's turn to serve."

Inui Sadaharu: "Judging from the return of the white whale and the swallow to its nest, it seems that the other party knows Fuji very well."

'

"Will it be a fast serve this time?"

"One more quick serve, and it'll be four to zero."

"Hyotei is just two serves away from winning the Kanto Tournament."

Various predictions are circulating outside the venue.

Natsume Tsukiya held the ball in his palm.

Fuji Syusuke was confused, but he watched warily.

Fuji Syusuke's low serve involves spinning the ball before letting it fall.

Natsume Tsukiya then applied a spin the instant he threw the ball, a moment instantly captured by countless eyes.

Natsume Tsuki also jumped up.

"Bang!"

All that could be heard was a fleeting thought.

In an instant, the ball shot out.

It disappeared clearly above the net.

"Well?!"

Fuji Syusuke was momentarily stunned.

The crowd outside the court was in an uproar: "The vanished serve, is it actually another kind of vanished serve?"

"Natsume Tsukiya of Hyotei has hit a different kind of serve, the Vanishing Serve."

"Tap tap tap".

The tennis ball bounced leisurely on the court with Fuji Shusuke's help.

"Fifteen to zero!"

The referee announced.

Jackal Kuwabara: "It seems that it's not just Seigaku who possesses that skill; Hyotei's Natsume Tsuki is also unwilling to be outdone by his opponent in terms of skill."

Renji Yanagi: "That guy, that serve was also a disappearing serve. In terms of both process and result, it surpassed Seigaku's genius Fuji."

Genichiro Sanada thought to himself, "Indeed, Natsume Tsukiya possesses terrifying strength. It seems that this match is already a foregone conclusion."

Seigaku stood there dumbfounded.

"The...the serve disappeared!" Satoshi Horio exclaimed in surprise.

Shuichiro Oishi: "Fuji didn't react at all."

Eiji Kikumaru: "In that case, Fuji won't be able to use his special techniques."

Everyone was saddened that Fuji Syusuke's special technique could not be used in the duel.

"Bang!"

"Thirty to zero!"

Every time the announcement was made, everyone at Seigaku felt their hearts pound.

"Bang!"

"40 to 0!"

"!"

"It's over!"

'

Game: Hyotei Natsume, score 4-0!

This sound brings joy to some and sorrow to others.

Hyotei and Natsume Tsukiya's admirers naturally jumped for joy.

Seigaku remained silent, while Rikkai also felt uneasy.

"If we lose this game, it will be match point for the opponent, Fuji," Oishi Shuichiro sighed inwardly.

"What should we do, Oishi?" Kikumaru Eiji turned his head and frowned.

Shuichiro Oishi was taken aback; he didn't know what to do either.

"Burn, baby, go Fuji Syusuke!" Kawamura Takashi said, struggling to wave the flag from the side.

"Do your best, Fuji!"

"Good luck, Fuji-senpai!"

The cheers of the Seigaku members rang out once again.

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