The Prince of Tennis: From Data-Driven Tennis to the Pinnacle of His Career

Time flies, and a week has passed in the blink of an eye.

The Yamabuki Tennis Club has undergone a dramatic transformation.

As a new broom sweeps clean, Kagura Ichijin's first act was to target all his subordinates.

He formed a "reserve team" where all members had to train for an hour every day and participate in three intra-team matches.

The top five players will be eligible to attend the Tokyo Metropolitan Tournament alongside the main players.

At this moment, Kagura Ichijin was standing on the sidelines like a supervisor, watching the other six regular players train.

"Kagura-kun, aren't you going to take a break?"

Sengoku Kiyosumi had just finished a set of squat jumps, and her legs were trembling.

He's kicking himself now. Why did he ever vote for Kagura Ichijin?!

Kagura Ichijin is already taking advantage of everyone else, and now he's dragging everyone else into it! Is he afraid that everyone is having too much fun?

"I'm not tired."

Kagura Ichijin shook his head, his breathing steady.

He had already completed the training program ahead of these people.

"..."

Sengoku Kiyosumi didn't know what to say; this was the first time in his life he had suffered like this.

"Sengoku-kun, your speed, strength, and stamina are all lacking. If you don't overcome these shortcomings, you'll suffer a great loss sooner or later."

As if knowing what Sengoku Kiyosumi was thinking, Kagura Ichijin pointed out Sengoku Kiyosumi's weakness.

For Sengoku Kiyosumi, strengthening the foundation is more important than anything else. Only when physical fitness can keep up can dynamic vision play a greater role.

"And what about me?"

Guji Muxin, who was doing push-ups, looked up and asked with a curious expression.

"Senior Guji, your physical attributes are good, but your technique is average, and you lack a decisive finishing move."

Kagura Ichijin truthfully pointed out Guji Muxin's problem. He had a system that allowed him to see everyone's data and naturally knew everyone's weaknesses.

"As for Ishimaru-senpai, his strength is a major weakness."

Kagura Ikjin's gaze swept directly towards Ishimaru Kanjin, who was training not far from Tani Yoshiki Shin.

These three are his main focus now. As for Minami Kentaro, Higashikata Masami, and Shinto Yone Inakichi, they are all weak points and there's not much to say about them.

"snort!"

Ishimaru Kanto grunted, though he was annoyed at being bossed around by a junior, his body still honestly continued to train.

"Kagura, now I finally understand why no one can beat you. In your eyes, we are all invisible."

Gu Jimu Xin sighed with admiration; Kagura Yiren's observation skills were truly remarkable.

"In the end, he only made it to the semifinals in the Jr. tournament, didn't he? He can't beat just anyone."

Ishimaru Kanto interrupted irritably, clearly still somewhat opposed to Kagura Ichijin's "rule".

"Indeed, my chances of winning weren't great back then."

Kagura Yijin frankly admitted that luck played a large part in his ability to reach the Jr. Tournament semifinals.

If you encounter a truly skilled player, you probably won't even be able to win a single game.

……

Just as the regulars were chatting, a panicked voice broke the silence.

"Bang!"

The door was pushed open, and a club member stumbled in, his face filled with terror: "Captain! Something terrible has happened! Someone's causing trouble! The tennis club's door has been kicked open, and the glass is cracked!"

"You guys continue training, I'll go see what's going on."

Kagura Ichijin's face darkened. He grabbed his tennis bag from the lounge chair and strode out.

As soon as I arrived at the court, I saw a young man with a white pompadour and fierce eyes waving a racket in his hand, extremely arrogant.

"Is this all your tennis club is capable of? It's incredibly boring!"

Akutsu Jin spat out the chewing gum in his mouth and roared with a disdainful look.

"I'll fight you."

Kagura Ichijin put down his tennis bag, picked up his racket, and slowly walked onto the court, his eyes cold.

"Huh? Who are you? Are you something special?"

Akutsu Jin raised his eyelids and pointed at Kagura Ichijin with his racket.

"Who I am is not important. All you need to know is that if you can't beat me today, the tennis coach will come to your house with the bill and demand payment for repairs."

Kagura Ichijin's tone was calm, yet it carried an undeniable sense of pressure.

"You're asking for it!"

Enraged, Akutsu Jin, like a wild beast whose territory had been invaded, strode toward Kagura Yijin, racket in hand.

"Openly fighting on campus will result in disciplinary action, or even suspension from school."

Kagura Ichijin stood still, his gaze fixed on those violent eyes.

"Also, I suggest you don't resort to violence. Without professional training, you're no match for me."

"Fine! You've got guts! I'll see just how capable you are!"

Akutsu Jin stopped in his tracks and spat viciously.

He returned to the service area, casually tossed the ball up, and without any proper technique, swung his arm in a wide arc, slamming the ball hard into Kagura Ichijin's knee!

"That's a foul, serve properly."

Kagura Ichijin's eyes narrowed, and he shifted his feet slightly to the side, dodging the vicious attack. At the same time, he flicked his wrist and casually returned the ball to Akutsu's feet.

"..."

As he watched the tennis ball fly past his feet, a bead of cold sweat trickled down his forehead.

In that split second just now, if Kagura Ichijin had chosen to attack his knee, he would be...

"Continue serving, the ball must first land within the receiving area."

Kagura Ichijin pointed to a specific spot with his racket.

He didn't know if Akutsu Jin was genuinely unaware or pretending, but he still chose to tell him the truth about some tennis rules.

Why are you telling me this?

Akutsu Jin frowned. Kagura Ichijin's words and actions were really too strange. He didn't seem like a student at all, but rather like a teacher who educates and nurtures students.

"I have no interest in bullying newbies; that's the behavior of the weak. True strength doesn't require bullying the weak to prove itself."

Kagura Ijin adopted a standard defensive stance, his eyes alert.

The other party is no kind person; he needs to be careful not to be ambushed.

"Do you think I'm weak?"

Akutsu Jin looked as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, his face contorted in pain.

"That's right, in my eyes you are weak, even weaker than those people."

Kagura Ichijin pointed to the team members in the distance who were still sweating profusely.

Those people knew they were weak, so they trained hard in order to become stronger.

Akutsu Jin doesn't even have this much self-awareness; he has a lot of talent but doesn't know how to use it.

If I ever run into someone I can't mess with, I'll definitely get a good beating.

If this idiot hadn't been in the same school as him, he would have put Akutsu Jin in the hospital for a whole month.

"Damn it! The outcome is still uncertain!"

Akutsu Jin roared, his muscles bulging.

He vowed to tear this arrogant guy to shreds!