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

Chapter 200 Getting Started

The U17 training camp, 6:00 AM on the third day.

Kagura Ichijin, upon arriving at venue number sixteen, immediately found a spacious spot with an excellent view and sat down.

As a slightly cool breeze blew by, he placed the folder in his hand on his lap and then looked directly at the court.

In the list of twenty people in his hand, there were strong players like Mitsuya Akutō, Tani Yoshiki Shin, and Ishimaru Kanto who were already famous in middle school. He wasn't in a hurry to collect data on them, since these people had great potential and their strength would definitely increase rapidly once they adapted to the situation here.

The situation is completely different for players of average skill level. Even if they receive formal training, it is difficult for them to improve significantly in a short period of time, which makes them his priority targets for observation.

Soon, as Matsudaira Chikao and Fuwa Tetsuo, two first-year high school students, walked onto the court with their rackets, the role reversal match officially began.

"A single game to decide the winner, Matsudaira serves."

"Bang!"

After reaching the service court, Matsudaira Chikao, who was holding a racket with his left hand, took a deep breath, tossed the ball high into the air, and swung the racket forcefully.

"Bang!"

After running to the ball's landing point, Fuwa Iron Man decisively swung his racket to meet the attack.

As a powerful impact came towards him, he simply flicked his wrist, using spin to reduce the force of the ball, and then accurately hit the ball into the other corner.

"0-15!"

"Is this the player who frequently participates in national competitions? He's really strong."

Matsudaira Chikao slung his racket over his shoulder and spoke with a serious expression.

As the former captain of Shishiraku Junior High School, Tetsujin Fuwa had a very high profile during his junior high school years.

He was far behind, because the overall strength of his school was too poor, so he didn't even qualify for the national competition.

"Bang!"

After serving again, Matsudaira Chikao's expression became even more focused.

"Bang!"

"Bang!

""

"Bang!"

After a few rounds, Matsudaira Chikao suddenly rushed to the net and hit a volley.

But his expression quickly changed, and he stared in shock at the unbreakable Iron Man opposite him, who had somehow already reached the ball's landing point.

"Bang!"

With a calm expression, Fuwa Tetsujin casually swung his racket and hit the ball into the corner diagonally opposite.

"0-30!"

"You saw through my actions?"

Matsudaira Chikao gripped his racket tightly, his face turning extremely grim.

He had experienced a similar situation when he competed against his brother, Matsudaira Chikahiko. If the difference in their abilities hadn't been so great, Fuwa Tetsujin would never have been able to suppress him in this way.

"Not bad, you're quite self-aware."

Fuwa Tetsujin swung his racket, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

Tennis is a sport that highly values ​​talent, but many people refuse to acknowledge this harsh reality and naively believe that as long as they work hard, they can catch up with or even surpass the best players.

However, the reality is quite the opposite; as time goes on, the gap in strength between the two sides will only widen.

"snort!"

After giving a cold snort, Matsudaira Chikao decisively turned around and walked straight towards the service area.

He knew he could no longer hold back, or he would definitely be shut out and lose the game.

"Magnon rounds!"

After taking a deep breath, Matsudaira Chikao tossed the ball high into the air, then leaped into the air, forcefully applying a strong topspin to the ball with his left arm and swinging his racket with power.

"laugh!"

The tennis ball, spinning at high speed, hurtles towards the other side, then plummets to the ground the instant it clears the net.

"15-30!"

"what?"

After misjudging the situation and missing his shot, Fuwa Tetsuo was stunned for a moment, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He then walked directly to the receiving area and assumed a defensive stance.

He never expected that Matsudaira Chikao possessed such a powerful serve; it seemed he would have to get serious.

"Magnon rounds!"

After serving again, Matsudaira Chikao carefully observed the opposing player, Fuwa Tetsuo.

"Bang!"

After running to the ball's landing point, Fuwa Tetsuo held his racket with both hands, staring intently at the landing tennis ball. The moment the ball bounced up, he decisively swung his racket to meet it.

"15-40!"

"They actually fought back?"

Matsudaira Chikao's expression changed drastically, and he looked at Fuwa Tetsujin with disbelief.

He never expected that the Iron Man would crack his most prized serve so quickly; it was simply outrageous!

Even his older brother, Matsudaira Chikahiko, needed some time to adapt to catch his "Magnum" shot, while his opponent had already seen through it after just one shot.

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and serve!"

Seeing Matsudaira Chikao standing there, his eyes already somewhat unfocused, Fuwa Tetsuo shouted loudly.

Matsudaira Chikao might be stronger than the other first-year high school students, but that's nothing to him; he's not a real threat at all.

"hateful!"

Matsudaira Chikao glared fiercely at Fuwa Tetsutsujin before serving again.

"Magnon rounds!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Game, Chiao Matsudaira, 0-1!"

"Game, Chiao Matsudaira, 0-2!"

"What a pity."

Watching this one-sided match, Kagura Ichijin shook his head slightly, a hint of regret on his face.

Given the strength that Matsudaira Chikao has shown so far, it shouldn't be too difficult for him to secure a spot in court number 16. It's just a pity that he has such bad luck, as he ran into a tough opponent like Fuwa Tetsujin in the very first position change match.

Fortunately, the U17 training camp's role reshuffling is a long-term process, and there will be plenty of opportunities in the future.

Once strong competitors like Fuwa Tetsujin make it to the front courts, the intensity of the matches on court 16 will drop dramatically, giving Matsudaira Chikao a high probability of securing a spot.

After letting out a deep sigh, Kagura Ichijin silently recited the system's commands to check the five dimensions of Matsudaira Chikao and Fuwa Tetsujin.

Matsudaira Chikao (First year of high school)

Speed: 2.5

Power: 4

Stamina: 3

Spirit: 2

Technology: 2.5

Total: 14

Unbreakable Iron Man (First Year of High School)

Speed: 4.5

Power: 3

Stamina: 3

Spirit: 5

Technology: 4.5

Total: 20

"They've definitely gotten much stronger; they already have the ability to challenge for the top spots."

After seeing the five dimensions of Fuwa Tetsujin, Kagura Ikjin's gaze became even more profound.

Not only is Iron Man Fuwa very high in all five dimensions, but he also has "Mirror Eyes". It is estimated that it will not be long before he attracts the attention of the coaching staff.

However, none of this concerned him much, since Tetsujin Fuwa wasn't on his list. He only needed to know about the first-year high school students on his own list.

After opening the folder, Kagura Ichijin took out a pen and quickly wrote down Matsudaira Chikao's data.

He then wrote a highly targeted training plan based on Matsudaira Chikao's shortcomings.

After doing all that, he ignored the unfinished game and stood up, heading towards another court not far away.

Although a week was more than enough time for him, he still wanted to complete the task assigned by Takuya Ryuji as soon as possible so that he wouldn't have to waste his days here.

Five minutes later, Kagura Ichijin, who had arrived at another court, found a place with a good view and sat down. Then he looked at Sasabe Junichi and Hira Yoshiyuki, who were playing a match.

"Bang!"

After reaching the service court, Junichi Sasabe tossed the ball high into the air and swung his racket forcefully.

"Bang!"

After running to the ball's landing point, Taira no Yoshiyuki decisively swung his racket to meet the attack.

"Bang!"

"Bang!

""

"Bang!"

After a few rounds, Ping Shanzhi scored directly with a baseline cross-court shot.

"Game, Taira no Zenji, 4-0!"

After breaking his opponent's serve again, Taira Yoshiyuki yawned out of boredom.

He had absolutely no interest in today's highly unequal battle.

After all, the stronger players in the same grade have already shown their talent, and they can't stay unknown forever.

Unfortunately, that's how the U17 training camp rules are: regardless of skill level, players must engage in positional battles, even if they know their opponent is weaker.

"Bang!"

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

"Bang!

""

"Bang!"

After a few rounds, taking advantage of Sasabe Junichi's inability to defend in time, Taira Yoshiyuki hit the ball directly into the corner opposite.

"15-0!"

"hateful!"

After losing another point, Junichi Sasabe, covered in sweat, gripped his racket tightly, his face turning extremely pale.

Even though he had used all his strength, he was still helpless against Ping Shanzhi and could only watch as the opponent continued to widen the score gap.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

中

"Bang!

""

"Bang!

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"30-0!"

"40-0!"

"Game, Taira no Zenji, 5-0!"

"Game, Taira no Zenji, 6-0!"

"Match ended, 6-0, Taira no Zenji wins!"

.

"The gap is indeed quite large."

Seeing Sasabue Junichi completely helpless, Kagura Ichijin's expression grew increasingly complicated.

Players like Hira Yoshiyuki, who served as a club president in junior high school, remained formidable in high school, easily defeating their peers even without using "bullets."

Those ordinary players who lack talent, although their skills are somewhat stronger than in junior high school, still haven't crossed the threshold of the national level.

This enormous gap in strength cannot be bridged by effort alone.

Even though Sasabe Junichi was stronger than many first-year high school students, he was still powerless against a true powerhouse like Taira no Yoshiyuki.

After silently reciting the system's name, Kagura Ichijin began to examine the five dimensions of Sasabe Junichi and Heiji Yoshiyuki.

Junichi Sasabe (First year of high school)

Speed: 2

Power: 3.5

Stamina: 3

Spirit: 2.5

Technology: 2.5

Total: 13.5

Ping Shanzhi (First year of high school)

Speed: 3.5

Power: 3.5

Stamina: 3

Spirit: 4.5

Technology: 4

Total: 18.5

"My luck was really bad, otherwise I could at least have gotten a spot."

Upon seeing Sasabe Junichi's five dimensions, Kagura Ichijin sighed.

Today's reshuffling battle was truly brutal; without overwhelming strength far exceeding that of their peers, it was impossible to secure the number 16 court.

After quickly writing down Sasabe Junichi's five dimensions with a pen, Kagura Ichijin wrote a detailed training plan based on Sasabe Junichi's shortcomings.

After doing all this, Kagura Ichijin took out his phone, glanced at it, closed the folder, stood up decisively, and strode towards the restaurant in the morning sunlight.

Fifteen minutes later, Kagura Ichijin, who had just stepped into the restaurant and hadn't even had time to order breakfast, heard a familiar shout coming from the corner.

"Kagura! Over here!"

Kagura Ichijin looked in the direction of the sound and saw Koizumi Seiichi sitting in a secluded spot, waving at him incessantly.

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Kagura Ichijin didn't reply to Koizumi Shizuka, who had also slipped out for breakfast, but simply waved silently.

He then quickly walked to a window, swiped his work ID to buy a bowl of udon noodles, and waited patiently.

Soon, as a steaming bowl of udon noodles was served, he picked up the tray, walked over to Koizumi Seiichi, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

"How's it going? Is everything alright?"

Koizumi Shizuka picked up the morning tea on the table, took a sip, and asked with a face full of curiosity.

When Kagura Ijin was a teaching assistant, he was very efficient, which is why he was highly regarded by Takumi Ryuji.

Compared to Kagura Ikjin, these teaching assistants who watch the surveillance every day are not only less efficient, but also less accurate.

"It's alright, we've completed one-tenth of it."

Kagura Ichijin picked up his chopsticks, lifted a udon noodle, blew on it, quickly slurped it into his mouth, ate a few bites, and said calmly.

The task assigned by Takuya Ryuji was not difficult for him; at most, it would just take some time.

"What? So fast? Cough cough—Kagura, you stay here and eat slowly, I'm leaving first."

Koizumi Shizuka was taken aback at first, then her expression changed drastically. She quickly drank the rest of her morning tea in her cup, then stood up and ran quickly towards the studio.

He dared not waste any more time. If Kagura Ichijin finished the task ahead of schedule as before, Takuji Ryuji would definitely ask them, the teaching assistants, about their progress.

If Takuji finds out how inefficient they are, they'll be in big trouble.

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"Watching Koizumi Shizuka's departing figure, Kagura Ichijin opened his mouth, but in the end, he didn't say anything."

His high work efficiency is not because he is particularly diligent, but because he has a system to help him. If he were to rely on his naked eye to observe, he probably wouldn't be as good as those teaching assistants who watch the surveillance cameras.

Unfortunately, he couldn't say this outright and could only watch helplessly as the teaching assistants continued to compete against each other.