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

"The third match begins. Yamabuki will play the third singles match, and Ginka will play the third singles match."

"Kagura, I'm going."

Kiyosumi Sengoku took a racket out of her tennis bag, stood up, and gently moved her wrists.

This is his debut in the Tokyo Metropolitan Tournament, and he has to show some fighting spirit.

"Be serious, don't let your guard down."

Kagura Ichijin nodded and gave his instructions.

Sengoku Kiyosumi's talent is undeniable, but his personality is somewhat carefree. If he doesn't go all out when he encounters a tough opponent, he is likely to suffer a loss.

"Don't worry, I don't want to lose the game."

Sengoku Kiyosumi smiled brightly and turned to walk towards the referee.

This time, his opponent was Fu Shiman, a first-year student at Yinhua Middle School.

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

"You must be Lucky Sengoku? You're really lucky, but I believe ability is more important."

Fukushi Mitsuru stared at Sengoku Kiyosumi with a curious expression.

"You're very confident."

Sengoku Kiyosumi put away his playful smile, and his expression became somewhat serious.

First-year students who can compete in a tournament of the Tokyo Metropolitan Tournament are definitely not ordinary.

"Of course, I earned this singles spot through my own hard work and in the fierce school selection process."

Fukushiman gripped his racket tightly, spread his feet, assumed a standard defensive stance, and looked serious.

"Really? What a coincidence, me too."

Sengoku Kiyosumi smiled slightly, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

He then walked to the service area and took a deep breath.

"Tiger Cannon!"

Sengoku Kiyosumi tossed the ball high into the air, then pushed off the ground with both legs, launching himself into the air with his body arched like a bow, before swinging his racket with all his might!

"Bang!"

The tennis ball slammed into the opponent's side with a huge roar.

"15-0!"

"Such a fast serve!"

Fushiman's face grew increasingly grim as he watched the tennis ball rolling under the netting behind him.

The speed of that ball just now definitely exceeded 190km/h! That explosive power is simply amazing.

"30-0!"

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"40-0!"

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"Game, Kiyosumi Sengoku, 1-0!"

With her powerful serve, Kiyosumi Sengoku easily held serve.

He retreated to the baseline, gently bouncing his feet to maintain his physical activity, waiting for Fushiman to serve.

After a period of rigorous training, his serve speed and power have made a qualitative leap.

Unless he encounters a national-level player, his serve is almost unbreakable.

"Bang!"

When it was his turn to serve, Fushiman dared not be careless.

He tossed the ball high into the air, swung his racket quickly, and then charged towards the net without hesitation.

"Is this an attempt to intercept online attacks? The intention is too obvious."

A hint of a smile flashed in Sengoku Kiyosumi's eyes as his exceptional dynamic vision instantly caught Fukushiman's movements.

He swung his racket quickly, flicked his wrist, and hit the ball directly into the corner right next to Fushiman's running path.

"Bang!"

"0-15!"

"Such keen observation skills..."

Fukushiman stopped in his tracks, looking flustered and frowning.

Sengoku Kiyosumi's strength was somewhat beyond his expectations.

It's not just his powerful serves; his solid fundamentals and excellent dynamic vision allow Kiyosumi Sengoku to play with ease on the court.

"Bang!"

After serving again, Fukushiman did not rush to the net this time, but stayed on the baseline to try to deal with Sengoku Kiyosumi.

"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

The two sides engaged in a fierce tug-of-war.

However, after dozens of rounds of back-and-forth, Kiyosumi Sengoku finally found an opportunity thanks to his superior eyesight, scoring directly with a baseline shot.

"0-30!"

"..."

Fukushiman gritted his teeth, his attention highly focused.

He discovered that while Sengoku Kiyosumi's return shot wasn't as terrifying as his serve, it was still quite heavy.

However, as long as he doesn't reveal any weaknesses, it will be difficult for Sengoku Kiyosumi to score quickly.

"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

After several dozen more exchanges, Kiyosumi Sengoku took advantage of Fukushiman's slightly slow recovery and hit the ball directly into the corner opposite.

"0-40!"

"You're really tenacious."

Sengoku Kiyosumi was somewhat surprised to see Fukushi Mitsuru, who was covered in sweat but still had a determined look in his eyes.

Although this opponent's skill level was average, his tenacity in relentlessly pursuing the opponent was stronger than that of many senior students.

"Of course! I haven't lost yet!"

Fukushiman roared, gripped his racket tightly, and stood in the service court once again.

He will never give up as long as the competition is not over.

"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"Game, Kiyosumi Sengoku, 2-0!"

In the end, Kiyosumi Sengoku seized another opening and ended the game with a smash, successfully breaking serve.

"The movements are much simpler, without any unnecessary frills."

Kagura Ichijin, sitting on the coach's bench, watched the situation on the field and nodded to himself.

The current Sengoku Kiyosumi focuses more on practicality and explosive power, and has begun to perfectly utilize his strengths.

After silently reciting the system's name, Kagura Ichijin began to examine Fukushiman's five dimensions.

Fushiman (Grade 1 Junior High)

Speed: 2

Power: 2

Stamina: 2

Spirit: 2

Technology: 2

Total: 10

"The data is very average, with no weaknesses or special strengths."

Kagura Ichijin understood.

The rest of the match completely fell into Sengoku Kiyosumi's rhythm.

"Tiger Cannon!"

When it was time to serve again, Kiyosumi Sengoku went all out, unleashing her full power.

"15-0!"

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"30-0!"

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"40-0!"

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"Game, Kiyosumi Sengoku, 3-0!"

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"Game, Kiyosumi Sengoku, 4-0!"

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"Game, Kiyosumi Sengoku, 5-0!"

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"Game, Kiyosumi Sengoku, 6-0!"

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"Match 3 ends, 6-0, Kiyosumi Sengoku wins!"

"Well played."

Seeing Sengoku Kiyosumi return, soaked in sweat and panting, Kagura Ichijin handed him a bottle of water and a towel.

Although they won this time, it was clear that Sengoku Kiyosumi had expended a lot of energy and was not as relaxed as Tani Yoshiki Shin and Ishimaru Kanto.

"The opponent is tough; it took a little longer than expected."

Sengoku Kiyosumi took the water, tilted his head back and gulped down several mouthfuls, then let out a long sigh of relief.

The Tokyo Metropolitan Tournament was indeed full of hidden talents; even a newcomer possessed remarkable strength and a tenacious will.

"It's good that we can win."

Kagura Ikjin nodded slightly. With Sengoku Kiyosumi winning this match, Yamabuki led 2-1 and had already secured the victory.

"That's true, winning is always better than losing."

Kiyosumi Sengoku wiped the sweat from his face and smiled as he put the racket into his tennis bag.

"You should get some rest."

Kagura Ichijin took his racket out of his tennis bag and began his final warm-up on the sidelines.

It's almost his turn to appear.

If he can win the match, there's no need to expose Akutsu Jin, who is his secret weapon.

The longer this trump card is hidden, the greater its future value will be.