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

Chapter 197 National Championship Two-Time Champions

"The fifth match begins. Please have Yamabuki's first singles player and Rikkai's first singles player take the court."

"It's time to end this."

After slowly standing up from the bench, Kagura Ichijin nodded to Banta Mikiya on the coaching bench, then picked up a racket and walked straight toward the referee.

This time, his opponent is the second-year captain of Rikkai University, the "Child of God" Yukimura Seiichi.

"One game to decide the winner, Yukimura serves."

"Kagura, this seems to be our first time fighting, right?"

Yukimura Seiichi spoke with a gentle smile and a relaxed tone.

This time, Yamabuki was able to withstand Rikkai's offensive and drag the game into a fifth match, which was indeed beyond his expectations, but that was the end of it.

Rikkai is now a team with no weaknesses, and they will definitely not lose to Yamabuki here.

"Um."

Kagura Ichijin nodded solemnly, his expression growing increasingly grave.

Nowadays, there are basically no junior high school students in Japan who can make him feel afraid, and Yukimura Seiichi in front of him is the only exception.

The other party's "deprivation of the five senses" is very special and strange, and even he doesn't know whether he will be affected.

"Then today is a good day to settle the score."

Yukimura Seiichi gripped his racket tightly, a glint of fighting spirit flashing in his eyes.

Even though he has never lost a single match on the field, and even led Rikkai to victory over Yamabuki in the Kanto Tournament, the media and the audience still stubbornly believe that Kagura Ijin is the "strongest junior high school student".

Although he didn't care about these empty titles, since ancient times there has been no first place in literature but only second place in martial arts. Whether he wanted to or not, he was bound to settle the score with Kagura Ichijin.

"I couldn't have gotten it."

Kagura Ichijin smiled faintly, then turned around decisively and walked towards the receiving area.

Now that Yamabuki has finally managed to tie the game 2-2 with Rikkai, he won't miss this opportunity to lead Yamabuki to victory.

Even though the title of defending champion is not important to him, he does not want to let down the trust of Banta Mikiya and the expectations of the Yamabuki team.

"call!"

Watching Kagura Ichijin's departing figure, Yukimura Seiichi took a deep breath and walked straight to the service area.

"Bang!"

After tossing the ball high into the air, Yukimura Seiichi used his core strength to swing the racket forcefully.

"Bang!"

After running to the ball's landing point, Kagura Ijin decisively swung his racket to meet the attack.

"Bang!"

The moment the racket made contact with the tennis ball, a powerful impact instantly spread to Yukimura Seiichi's arm.

However, Yukimura Seiichi's expression remained calm. With a flick of his wrist, he reduced the ball's power by using spin, and then quickly hit the ball.

"Bang!"

"Bang!

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"Bang!"

After more than forty rounds, Yukimura Seiichi scored directly with a baseline cross-court shot.

"15-0!"

"He's really tough to deal with."

Kagura Ichijin glanced at Yukimura Seiichi on the opposite side with interest, then walked directly to the receiving area and assumed a defensive stance.

Yukimura Seiichi was not only very fast, but also had superb skills. No matter how tricky the angle or how powerful the shot was, his opponent could easily catch it.

Such a player is indeed outstanding; no wonder so many gifted junior high school students have been defeated when facing Yukimura Seiichi.

"Bang!"

After serving again, Yukimura Seiichi's expression became even more focused.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!

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"15-15!"

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After more than thirty rounds, Kagura Ikjin suddenly rushed to the net and delivered a volley.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!

""

"30-15!"

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After more than fifty rounds, Yukimura Seiichi hit the ball directly into the corner diagonally opposite.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!

""

"30-30!"

After more than forty rounds, Kagura Ijin rushed to the net again and hit a short ball.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

中

40-30!

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After more than sixty rounds, Yukimura Seiichi hit the ball directly into the corner diagonally opposite.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!

'

After more than seventy rounds, Yukimura Seiichi accurately hit the ball to the baseline.

"Game, Seiichi Yukimura, 1-0!"

After successfully holding his serve, Yukimura Seiichi was not happy; instead, he frowned.

Kagura Ichijin's physical abilities are too good; every time he tries to score, he has to expend a lot of energy.

Although he is currently in the lead, he is actually well aware that he is at a disadvantage.

The opponent has been fighting under the scorching sun for so long, yet hasn't broken a sweat, while he not only has sweat on his forehead, but his breathing has also become somewhat rapid.

If this stalemate continues, his condition will only worsen, and by then, forget about winning the game; even receiving the ball will become extremely difficult.

"Bang!"

After reaching the service court, Kagura Ijin took a deep breath, tossed the ball high into the air, bent his legs, and swung his racket forcefully.

"15-0!"

"That's really fast."

Looking at the tennis ball that was now deeply embedded in the wire mesh behind him, Yukimura Seiichi's expression grew increasingly serious.

He tried to catch the ball after seeing a yellow blur, but before he could reach it, the ball bounced off the ground and slammed into the wire mesh.

"Bang!"

After serving again, Kagura Ichijin carefully observed Yukimura Seiichi on the opposite side.

"30-0!"

"I missed it again."

After giving Kagura Ichijin a serious look, Yukimura Seiichi walked back to the receiving area and assumed a defensive stance.

Kagura Ichijin's serve was noticeably faster, exceeding 242 km/h!

If he wants to receive such a high-speed serve, he must improve his reaction speed, otherwise he will not even have a chance to touch the ball.

Unfortunately, this is never something that can be achieved simply by talking about it. Everyone's neural reaction ability has its limits, and trying to break through them in a short period of time is virtually impossible.

"Bang!"

After serving the ball again, Kagura Ijin became even more focused.

"40-0!"

"Game, Seiichi Yukimura, 1-1!"

After successfully holding his serve, Kagura Ichijin smiled faintly and casually flicked his racket.

With absolute control over his serve, he is naturally in an invincible position.

As long as he guards against Yukimura Seiichi's "Deprivation of the Five Senses" and looks for opportunities to break his opponent's serve, winning this match shouldn't be a problem.

"Bang!"

When it was his turn to serve, Yukimura Seiichi took a deep breath, tossed the ball high into the air, and swung his racket forcefully.

"Bang!"

"Bang!

""

"Bang!"

After more than twenty rounds, taking advantage of the moment when Yukimura Seiichi was unable to return to defense in time, Kagura Ichijin, who had left a trail of afterimages, hit the ball directly into the dead corner diagonally opposite.

"0-15!"

"They're finally getting serious."

Yukimura Seiichi's eyes narrowed, and he gripped his racket even tighter.

He knew very well that the phase of mutual probing was over, and now it was time to see who was stronger.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

After more than thirty rounds, Yukimura Seiichi flicked his wrist and accurately hit the ball to the baseline.

Just when he thought he could score the point smoothly, he saw Kagura Ichijin rushing towards the ball's landing point.

"Still a little short."

Seeing the tennis ball bounce after landing, Kagura Ichijin's eyes narrowed, and his movement speed suddenly increased. He turned into three afterimages and caught up with the tennis ball that was about to fly out of bounds. Then he decisively swung his racket and hit the ball back.

"They're still holding back."

Yukimura Seiichi took a deep breath to suppress his shock, then quickly ran to the ball's landing point and hit it into the corner on the other side.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

After more than ten rounds, taking advantage of the moment when Yukimura Seiichi was unable to return to defense in time, Kagura Ichijin, who had left five afterimages, hit the ball directly into the dead corner on the other side.

"0-30!"

"Such fast movement speed."

Yukimura Seiichi's pupils contracted slightly as he looked at Kagura Ichijin with disbelief.

This was the first time he had encountered such a strong opponent. There was not a single flaw in their defense. Although their technique was inferior to his, their physical attributes were far superior.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

After more than eighty rounds, Yukimura Seiichi, drenched in sweat, knew he couldn't continue like this, or he would surely lose.

After decisively using "Deprive the Five Senses", he returned the ball directly, while staring intently at Kagura Ichijin on the other side, carefully observing the changes in his opponent.

"what?"

The moment the racket made contact with the tennis ball, Kagura Ichijin frowned slightly, but he quickly returned the ball.

"It didn't work?"

Facing Kagura Ichijin, who had neither made any swing errors nor hit the ball out of bounds, Yukimura Seiichi's heart sank to the bottom.

He had clearly used the "deprivation of the five senses" technique, yet Kagura Ichijin did not lose his sense of touch.

This was the first time he had encountered such a situation since he had grasped the concept of "depriving the five senses," which was truly strange.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

After more than ten rounds, Kagura Ichijin scored directly with a baseline cross-court shot.

"0-40!"

"Although I haven't lost my touch, my control over the ball is noticeably worse than before, so it seems I've been affected."

After losing another point, Yukimura Seiichi was not disappointed at all; instead, a smile appeared on his lips.

Although he didn't know why Kagura Ikjin was able to resist "deprivation of the five senses," it didn't have much impact on the situation.

As long as he continues to use "deprivation of the five senses," Kagura Ikjin will eventually fall for it.

Even if the score gap widens significantly, as long as the referee hasn't declared the game over, the final winner will definitely be him.

"Bang!

""

"Bang!

'

"Bang!"

After a few rounds, Yukimura Seiichi's hand holding the racket suddenly trembled violently, and he swung the racket five times in a short time, hitting the ball back directly.

"Are you starting to go all out?"

Facing the five tennis balls flying towards him, Kagura Ichijin, who turned into five afterimages, did not hesitate at all and decisively swung his racket to return all the balls.

"Bang!"

"Bang!

'

"Bang!"

After more than seventy rounds, Kagura Ichijin, who found that his sense of touch, vision, hearing, smell and taste were all somewhat abnormal, stubbornly endured all kinds of discomfort and once again took advantage of the gap when Yukimura Seiichi was not able to return to defense in time to hit the ball into the dead corner on the other side.

"Game, Seiichi Yukimura, 1-2!"

After breaking his opponent's serve, Kagura Ichijin breathed a slight sigh of relief.

He now has the upper hand, and as long as he plays steadily, he has a great chance of winning the game.

"Bang!"

After reaching the service court, Kagura Ijin took a deep breath, tossed the ball high into the air, bent his legs, and swung his racket forcefully.

"15-0!"

"30-0!"

"40-0!"

"Game, Seiichi Yukimura, 1-3!"

"Game, Seiichi Yukimura, 1-4!"

"Game, Seiichi Yukimura, 1-5!"

Having lost several games in a row, Yukimura Seiichi's face had turned extremely ugly.

After such a long tug-of-war, Kagura Ikjin was never "deprived of his five senses".

The situation is becoming increasingly unfavorable for him. If this drags on, he might lose the game before Kagura Ichijin even falls for the trap.

"Yukimura, aren't you going to serve?"

Kagura Ichijin smiled slightly as he looked at Yukimura Seiichi, who was panting heavily and whose eyes were somewhat unpredictable.

After such a long period of adaptation, his condition has improved a lot. Although he still feels some discomfort, it no longer affects his performance.

"Bang!"

After taking a deep breath, Yukimura Seiichi tossed the ball high into the air and swung his racket forcefully.

"Bang!"

"Bang!

'

"Bang!"

After more than thirty rounds, Kagura Ikjin suddenly rushed to the net and delivered a volley.

"0-15!"

"Are you not feeling well?"

Seeing that Yukimura Seiichi failed to receive the ball, Kagura Ichijin sighed inwardly, knowing that the outcome of the match was no longer in doubt.

If "depriving him of his five senses" has no effect, Yukimura Seiichi is not actually a great threat to him.

"Bang!"

"Bang!

'

"Bang!"

"0-30!"

'

After more than twenty rounds, Kagura Ijin scored directly with a powerful smash.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

After more than ten rounds, Kagura Ijin suddenly rushed to the net and hit a short ball.

"0-40!"

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

Yukimura Seiichi took several deep breaths, forced himself to stay focused, and served again.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

After a few rounds, Kagura Ichijin, who had completely lost his sense of touch, hit the ball out of bounds.

"15-40!"

"Huh? What's going on?"

Seeing this sudden turn of events, Yukimura Seiichi was stunned and looked at Kagura Ichijin across from him with a face full of confusion.

Kagura Ichijin was just one point away from winning the match and claiming the national championship, but his opponent...

At the crucial moment, he suddenly and unexpectedly struck with his "sense deprivation" technique, which was extremely strange.

However, since such a good opportunity had come up, he didn't want to miss it, after all, this competition was about who would win the championship.

"Bang!"

"Bang!

""

"Bang!"

After a few rounds, Kagura Ichijin, who was about to swing his racket, suddenly stopped and let the tennis ball whiz past him as everything went black.

"30-40!"

"Yukimura, your tennis is truly terrifying."

After getting to the receiving area using his familiarity with the court, Kagura Ichijin shouted loudly towards the other side.

Having completely lost his sense of touch and sight, he realized all the more how terrifying "deprivation of the five senses" was.

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Although he did it on purpose, when he actually faced the situation, he realized that he had underestimated Yukimura Seiichi's "deprivation of the five senses".

"Kagura, what are you trying to do by deliberately getting caught in this?"

Yukimura Seiichi gripped his racket tightly, looking at Kagura Ichijin across from him with a shocked expression.

Now he realized that Kagura Yiren did it on purpose, otherwise his "deprivation of the five senses" would probably not have worked until the end of the match.

"Of course I want to experience it for myself."

Even in the darkness, Kagura Ichijin remained calm.

Two years had passed since he first met Yukimura Seiichi in elementary school, and he didn't want to wait any longer, since such opportunities were extremely rare.

Even though he knew that doing so would be very risky, he still did not regret it.

Not to mention that he still has many trump cards up his sleeve, and even if he is really driven to the brink by Yukimura Seiichi, he is confident that he can turn the tide.

"snort!"

After letting out a cold snort, Yukimura Seiichi walked directly to the service area, tossed the ball, and swung his racket again.

"Bang!

'

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

After a few rounds, Kagura Ichijin, who had been relying on his hearing to play, stopped and stood there with a bewildered look on his face.

With his hearing also taken away, he completely lost the ability to return the ball and could only be scored on by Yukimura Seiichi.

"40-40!"

"How arrogant."

After giving Kagura Ichijin a complicated look, Yukimura Seiichi walked back to the service area.

Next, he will deprive Kagura Ichijin of his sense of smell and taste; he will not give Kagura Ichijin a chance to retaliate.

"Bang"

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"AD-40!"

"Game, Seiichi Yukimura, 2-5!"

"Game, Seiichi Yukimura, 3-5!"

"Game, Seiichi Yukimura, 4-5!"

"Game, Seiichi Yukimura, 5-5!"

Looking at Kagura Ichijin, who was still standing there like a puppet, Yukimura Seiichi shook his head slightly, and then walked straight to the service area.

"Bang!"

"15-0!"

"30-0!"

"40-0!"

"As expected, we still can't find a solution."

After an unknown amount of time, Kagura Ichijin sighed silently in his heart and then began to recite the system's commands.

As the system provided the return path and revealed the blind spot exposed by Yukimura Seiichi, Kagura Ichijin's lips curled into a slight smile. He knew this would happen, and now it was time to end the match.

"Bang!"

After serving the ball again, Yukimura Seiichi was about to walk to the receiving area when he saw Kagura Ijin move.

"Bang!"

After running to the ball's landing point, Kagura Ichijin decisively swung his racket according to the return path provided by the system, directly hitting the ball towards Yuki.

The blind spot of the village.

"40-15!"

"How is this possible?"

As he heard the sound of a tennis ball hitting a wire fence behind him, Yukimura Seiichi froze on the spot, staring at Kagura Ichijin across from him in disbelief.

He never expected that Kagura Ichijin, who hadn't made a move in a long time, would actually hit such a high-quality return.

"Bang!"

After serving the ball again, Yukimura Seiichi widened his eyes and carefully observed Kagura Ichijin on the other side.

"Bang!"

Based on the return path provided by the system, Kagura Ichijin once again ran to the ball's landing point ahead of time and decisively swung his racket to hit the ball into Yukimura Seiichi's corner.

"40-30!"

"Kagura, how did you do that?"

After losing another point, a hint of despair flashed in Yukimura Seiichi's eyes. He knew very well that he had no chance of winning this match.

In his current condition, he is no longer able to receive Kagura Ichijin's return shot.

Not to mention that even if he manages to catch it by sheer luck, he can't afford to fight a protracted battle. As long as he can't end the game quickly, the winner will definitely be Kagura Ichijin.

"Bang!"

Faced with Kagura Ichijin's continued silence, Yukimura Seiichi became even more confused.

Kagura Ichijin's current state clearly indicates that he has been "deprived of his five senses," but how can someone without touch, sight, hearing, smell, and taste be able to hit such high-quality shots? This is too outrageous and completely beyond his comprehension.

"Bang!"

"40-40!"

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"40—AD!"

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"Game, Seiichi Yukimura, 5-6!"

"Game, Seiichi Yukimura, 5-7!"

"Match 5 is over, 7-5, Kagura Ikjin wins!"

"Congratulations to Yamabuki Junior High School for defeating Rikkai University Affiliated Junior High School 3-2 to win the national championship!"

As soon as the referee gave the whistle, enthusiastic applause erupted around the arena.

The Yamabuki crew rushed excitedly into the arena, surrounded Kagura Ichijin, and hugged and cheered wildly.

Despite overcoming numerous difficulties, they ultimately won the championship, once again shaping the history of Yamabuki Junior High School.