The Prince of Tennis: The Quincy of Rikkai University

However, according to Marui Bunta's own statement, his skills were not mature enough and he would definitely win the first place next year.

Yuuki Maya also went to the kendo club's venue to watch the open competition that day. It's not that he was interested in kendo, but because if he didn't go, he was sure that Kanzaki Tomoyo would come to visit him with a wooden sword the next day.

However, there were some minor incidents in the kendo club's competition. In the men's open challenge, Genichirō Sanada, the deputy director of the tennis club, took the stage to challenge as a kendo enthusiast, but he ended up challenging five people in a row and defeated the director of the opposing kendo club.

Afterwards, the other party's director did not turn pale. Instead, he was extremely enthusiastic and pestered Sanada Genichirō, trying to persuade him to join the kendo club.

After scolding, "You are too lax as the head of the kendo club," Genichirō Sanada left with a gloomy face.

As for Maya Yuuki, after waiting for the women's competition of the Kendo Club to end, she left holding the hand of Tomoyo Kamijou, who was known as the "High Mountain Flower" of the Kendo Club, amid the envious eyes of everyone.

After the Kaihara Festival ended, the entire campus returned to its former tranquility.

Many students are about to face their final exams.

After enduring the final exams, the last holiday of the year finally arrived - winter vacation.

……

Paris France.

At the entrance of a tennis stadium, tourists from various countries have gathered in groups outside the venue.

The group round-robin matches of the U-17w Cup qualifiers, which are held every two years in tennis, will be held as scheduled in this venue in half an hour.

Today's match is between Japan and France.

Outside the venue, tennis fans from all over the world are already discussing topics related to this match and making bold predictions about the direction of the match.

There is no doubt that most of them are optimistic about France.

It's not that we look down on the Japanese team, but the French team is too strong. As a team that has always been in the top four in points, the name "BIG4" makes people unable to see what chances the Japanese team, a weak country in the tennis tournament, has of winning.

Although according to pre-match reports by the official media of the tournament, this year's Japanese team was hailed as "the strongest Japanese team in history" and "the golden generation of Japanese tennis", in their eyes, how strong can the weak Japanese team be?

At this moment, tourists were passing by an open-air tennis court near the venue. However, they seemed to be attracted by something. They stopped involuntarily and looked at the same place at the same time.

"God! Unbelievable..."

"Which team is this player from?"

"Oriental appearance, Chinese? Japanese? Or... South Korean?"

"Isn't that a tennis desert? How could there be players of this level? I guess they are most likely Asian."

"..."

These people had the same expression: shock, astonishment, and disbelief.

And within their sight, they were looking at a boy who was no more than thirteen or fourteen years old.

But the handsome appearance was not the reason why those people stopped. What really attracted them was the series of actions that the black-haired boy was doing at that moment.

Juggling the ball.

This is something that every tennis enthusiast present can do easily, after all, it is the basic skill for beginners of tennis.

And the black-haired boy in front of him was also doing the same thing.

However, ordinary people use the forehand of a tennis racket to juggle the ball, but the black-haired boy is different. He uses the thin edge of the racket.

Like a precise machine, the boy held the tennis racket in his left hand and repeated the same action over and over again. The distance of each swing of his arm was exactly the same.

And the tennis ball seemed to be controlled by some force, and there was no deviation in the direction of its fall every time.

咚

咚

The tennis ball bounces up and down as it is hit by the racket frame, and the collision between the two makes a strange sound that is different from when it is hit with the racket face.

Some careful passers-by even noticed that the flying height of the tennis ball each time was almost the same when observed with the naked eye, and those who discovered this were deeply shocked.

But if it were just that, it wouldn't have kept people there for so long. At most, they would just think that this way of juggling the ball was fresh and strange.

The more important reason is that while the black-haired boy was bouncing the ball with his left hand, he was also holding a racket in his other hand and practicing hitting the ball against the wall at the same time.

Normally, most people would only use a tennis ball to practice hitting the ball against the wall.

The number of tennis balls used by the black-haired boy in front of him was seven!

Boom—Boom—

He stood there motionless, repeating the same swinging motion, hitting back all the oncoming tennis balls.

The movement trajectories of the seven tennis balls did not deviate or change at all from beginning to end, just like a movie clip being played over and over again.

The black-haired boy, on the other hand, looked relaxed, and even yawned slightly with his mouth open. His eyes were half-closed, as if he would fall asleep at any moment.

It seemed that for him, what he was doing at this moment was just an ordinary and simple tennis practice.

The crowd of onlookers were still whispering to each other, speculating and discussing the origins of this young man.

The opponent showed such powerful ball control skills, and at such a young age, they believed that such a genius could only be cultivated by a few tennis powerhouses.

But those who have such strength are all famous rising stars.

But even if they reviewed all the geniuses of similar age from various countries in their minds, none of them could match the black-haired boy in front of them.

So, who is he?

This question flashed through the minds of countless people, but no one could answer it.

……

Chapter 8 "One Ball"

The mysterious "Asian" boy in the eyes of others is naturally Maya Yuuki, who came to France to travel with his family during the winter vacation.

Since it wasn't time for the game yet, I said hello to my parents and went to a nearby tennis court to hone my tennis skills.

For Maya Yuuki, it is not just about practicing the abilities of a Quincy, tennis skills are also crucial.

Because the two are not independent and incompatible, but can complement each other and improve together.

"Technology is improving at a slower and slower pace..."

Maya Yuuki was thinking to himself while practicing basketball, but he remained calm because he knew that this kind of thing was inevitable.

With his current level of tennis skills, he is the best among all junior high school students in the world.

However, Maya Yuuki, who is familiar with the plot, knows very well that his current strength is still far from that of world-class or even professional-level opponents.

However, he is not anxious about this because there are still two years before the next U17 World Championship.

Two years from now will be the battlefield that belongs to him. By then, he should be able to regain all of his Quincy abilities, and even make further progress.

But before that, today's game is about to begin, and he should go and feel the atmosphere of the World Championship in advance.

With her mind turning, Maya Yuuki casually turned the racket in her hand horizontally and changed to a backhand position.

At this moment, the seven tennis balls that were hit earlier also bounced back in front of him.

唰

Maya Yuuki used her backhand to cut the seven flying tennis balls in front of her with the face of her racket. The tennis balls that were originally moving at a high speed seemed to have collided with something and suddenly stopped flying.

Then, seven tennis balls fell from mid-air to the ground one after another, bounced a few times and then came to a standstill.

His nonchalant stop of the ball drew exclamations from the onlookers.

However, Yuuki Maya, with a blank expression on her face, was not very satisfied with this in her heart.

"As expected, the completion level is still too low..."

The move he made just now to stop the ball was a new move he had learned during this period of time, and it was also an extended application technique of the Static Blood Suit - the outer shell of the Static Blood Suit.

Logically speaking, an ordinary Quincy would never be able to perform this move, because it is the signature skill of the Quincy's forefather, Yhwach.

However, Maya Yuuki managed to barely master the use of the Shell Static Blood Suit by sacrificing the defense distance and orientation of the shell shield and fixing the shield's defense range at the maximum distance that a tennis racket could reach.

Ignoring the audience around him who were still cheering for his ball-stopping move, Maya Yuuki immediately turned the racket in his left hand, and rubbed the falling tennis ball with the racket face, stopping the ball steadily on the racket face.

After stopping the practice with both hands, he quickly walked to his tennis bag beside him, ready to pack up and leave the court.

"Hello, excuse me..."

Just as he lowered his head to organize his racket, a strange voice came to his ears from behind.

"Ok?"

Yuuki Maya paused and turned around to look at the person who greeted him from behind.

But after seeing who was coming, there was some surprise in his eyes.

"How could it be him!?"

Standing in front of him was a boy with curly blond hair, about his age.

He had a warm smile on his face, but he also looked extremely confident.

One could even vaguely feel that there was a dazzling golden light emanating from his surroundings.

Zeus Iliopoulos

The captain of the Greek team in the next U17 World Championship is a talented tennis player who is hailed by the media as the omniscient and almighty god.

Before the match with Shiraishi Kuranosuke, the chief of Shitenhoji Temple, the two just looked at each other, and Shiraishi Kuranosuke instantly lost the courage to fight him.

……

All kinds of information emerged from Maya Yuuki's mind and overlapped with the young man in front of her.

What do you want to do by stopping such a powerful potential future opponent?

"Is there something wrong?" asked Maya Yuuki.

"You are very powerful, can you fight with me?"

Zeus stated his purpose directly. He was not the kind of person who would beat around the bush, and his eyes showed an eagerness to try.

He had been observing Maya Yuuki for a while, and like other passers-by, he was attracted by his alternative way of practicing.

Originally, Zeus planned to watch the game today, but just now, Yuuki Maya's last-minute stop attracted him.

To others, they might just think that Yuuki Maya's ball-stopping skills are solid.

But Zeus noticed something different at that moment. His intuition told him that stopping the ball was definitely not that simple.

So in order to prove his intuition, he walked up to Maya Yuuki without hesitation and asked for a fight.

"Sorry, the game at the venue is about to start, and I'm in a hurry."

Maya Yuuki responded in a flat tone. Although he also wanted to fight Zeus, the current situation did not allow him to accept the battle.

"Really? What a pity..."

Faced with Maya Yuuki's rejection, Zeus couldn't help but show some disappointment in his eyes.

However, the reason given by the other party was not an excuse to avoid fighting. The two men had never met each other before, so the upcoming exciting game was naturally more important.

However, just when Zeus was thinking about leaving, Yuuki Maya, who had already rejected him, suddenly said:

"Even though we can't play a game, how about we play a game?"

"One goal?"

Zeus was slightly stunned when he heard this.

"Well, just one shot."

Yuuki Maya repeated it.

The second after he rejected Zeus, he thought about it and felt that it was a pity to reject such a strong opponent like this. After all, such opponents are not often encountered.

There is still some time now. If you just want to play a game of ball for fun, there is still enough time.

"Okay, let's play a game."

Zeus agreed quickly, fearing that Yuuki Maya would go back on her word.

The conversation stopped there, and the two of them quickly took out their rackets and stood at the baselines on both sides of the tennis court in tacit understanding.

"I serve?"