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

"The fourth match begins. Please bring on the second singles players, Yamabuki and Josei Shonan."

"Kagura, I'm going."

Jin Akutsu picked up his racket and walked straight toward the referee.

This time, his opponent is Reiji Kamishiro, a first-year student at Shonan University.

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

"You're Akutsu, aren't you? I'll defeat you."

Reiji Kamishiro stood in front of the net, his tone as flat as if stating a given fact, his face showing a mechanical indifference.

"Hmph! Enough with the nonsense!"

Jin Akutsu scoffed dismissively, turned around, walked to the receiving area, and assumed a defensive stance.

Reiji Kamishiro didn't say anything more, but just gripped his racket tightly, gave Jin Akutsu a cold look, and then silently walked towards the service court.

"Bang!"

Reiji Kamishiro tossed the ball high into the air, his arm swinging with textbook-perfect precision.

"Bang!"

Jin Akutsu quickly ran to the ball's landing point and swung his racket to return the shot.

"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

The two sides traded blows, and after a few rounds, Akutsu Jin seized an opportunity and scored directly with a sharp baseline cross-court shot.

"0-15!"

Jin Akutsu walked back to the receiving area expressionlessly, but inwardly shook his head.

He might have found opponents like Reiji Kamishiro, with his solid fundamentals and standard movements, to be quite formidable in the past.

But after undergoing special training, opponents of this caliber no longer put him under pressure.

"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"0-30!"

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"0-40!"

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"Game, Reiji Kamishiro, 0-1!"

After easily breaking Reiji Kamishiro's serve, Jin Akutsu didn't even glance at his opponent.

"Bang!"

It's Jin Akutsu's turn to serve.

He tossed the ball high into the air, his arm muscles exploding instantly as he swung the racket rapidly!

"15-0!"

"So fast..."

Looking at the still-smoking ball mark behind him, a crack finally appeared on Reiji Kamishiro's usually impassive face.

The speed of that ball was definitely over 190 km/h!

"Bang!"

Jin Akutsu serves again.

Although Reiji Kamishiro anticipated the landing point and quickly ran over, a tremendous impact force traveled up his arm the moment his racket made contact with the ball.

He gritted his teeth and forcefully headed the ball back.

"Bang!"

However, Jin Akutsu had already rushed to the net and delivered a powerful smash that ended the point.

"30-0!"

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"40-0!"

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"Game, Reiji Kamishiro, 0-2!"

"This can't go on any longer."

Reiji Kamishiro turned his head and glanced at Aoi Hanamura on the coach's bench, a resolute glint in his eyes.

He must win this match at all costs, even if it means resorting to that...

"Bang!"

Reiji Kamishiro served again, and this time, his movements became strange.

"Phantom-style tactics!"

"what?"

The moment Akutsu Jin swung his racket to return the ball, he clearly felt that the spin and power of the ball were completely different from before. The ball drew a strange arc in the air, making his receiving action slightly slower by half a beat.

"A great opportunity!"

Reiji Kamishiro's eyes lit up, and he decisively swung his racket to hit the ball towards the corner of the baseline.

"15-0!"

"It really worked."

Kamijo Reiji felt a little calmer.

"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"30-0!"

After losing another point, Jin Akutsu gripped his racket even tighter.

He knew he couldn't continue like this; he had to catch up quickly.

"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"lie!"

With a crisp sound, Reiji Kamishiro's racket was sent flying.

"30-15!"

Reiji Kamishiro's face turned deathly pale as he looked at his empty hands.

His phantom-like fighting style was actually broken just like that?

"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"30-30!"

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"30-40!"

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"Game, Reiji Kamishiro, 0-3!"

"boom!"

It was Jin Akutsu's turn to serve again. This time, he tossed the ball high into the air, leaped into the air, and swung his racket forcefully!

"15-0!"

"Your serve speed has gotten faster again..."

Kamijo Reiji's heart sank.

Jin Akutsu's jump serve now reaches speeds approaching 195 km/h!

"boom!"

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"30-0!"

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"40-0!"

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"Game, Reiji Kamishiro, 0-4!"

"Fortunately, not too much was exposed."

Kagura Ichijin, watching the situation on the field from the sidelines, nodded in satisfaction.

Jin Akutsu played with great restraint in this match; otherwise, the game would have ended much earlier.

After silently reciting the system's name, Kagura Ichijin began to check Kamishiro Reiji's five dimensions.

Reiji Kamishiro (First year of junior high school)

Speed: 2.5

Power: 2.5

Stamina: 2.5

Spirit: 2

Technology: 2.5

Total: 12

"As expected of a player who has been systematically trained, his five dimensions are very balanced and there are no obvious weaknesses."

Kagura Ichijin turned his head to look at the bespectacled, aloof-looking Hanamura Aoi on the opposing coach's bench.

This woman is indeed quite capable; she can train a first-year student like Reiji Kamishiro.

Unfortunately, this assembly-line cultivation model was effective in the early stages, but it gradually became ineffective.

Everyone has different talents, and most people find it difficult to improve after reaching a bottleneck. This is why he only gave special training to Akutsu Jin.

"You forced me to do this!"

Reiji Kamishiro secretly hardened his heart, took a deep breath, and walked to the service court again.

Having lost four games in a row, he had no other choice but to resort to that one move.

"Bang!"

Reiji Kamishiro's eyes turned cold, and he swung his racket fiercely, unleashing a powerful tearing strike!

The tennis ball bounced up instantly after landing, spinning violently, heading straight for Jin Akutsu's face!

"15-0!"

"Are you looking to die?"

Akutsu Jin, who narrowly dodged the ball by turning his head, instantly turned fierce with a look that resembled that of an enraged beast, radiating a chilling aura of malevolence.

However, just as his anger was about to erupt, he subconsciously turned his head to glance at Kagura Ichijin outside the arena.

He then took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the urge to send the other person to the hospital.

"Bang!"

Seeing that his first shot missed, Reiji Kamishiro remained silent and continued serving, attempting to repeat his previous tactic.

"Bang!"

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"15-15!"

Jin Akutsu scored a point with a powerful counter-attack, then shook his head.

Reiji Kamishiro is still too weak. With an attack of this level, if he were to take it even slightly seriously, his opponent would be completely unable to defend against it.

"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"15-30!"

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"15-40!"

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"Game, Reiji Kamishiro, 0-5!"

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"Game, Reiji Kamishiro, 0-6!"

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"Match 4 ends, 6-0, Jin Akutsu wins!"