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

"The fourth match begins. Yamabuki will play the second singles match, and Aihara will play the first and second singles matches."

"Akuzu, you should warm up."

Kagura Ichijin picked up his racket, turned around, and patted Akutsu Jin on the shoulder.

He then nodded to Banta Mikiya on the coaching bench and walked steadily toward the referee.

His opponent this time is none other than Aihara's number one, Mitsuya Akuto.

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

"Senior, you've put in a lot of effort for us."

Across the net, Kagura Ichijin looked at the bespectacled, refined-looking young man opposite him, a complex mix of emotions on his face.

If he hadn't changed the order of appearance at the last minute, this match would have been Jin Akutsu versus Akutani Akutsu.

Given Jin Akutsu's current skill level, he probably wouldn't even have a 10% chance of winning against a data-driven tennis master like him.

"It was just a coincidence. Nobody expected Hyotei to lose to you in the Tokyo Metropolitan Tournament."

Mitsuya Akutō pushed up his glasses, shook his head slightly, and spoke calmly.

He hadn't really paid much attention to Yamabuki at first, until Aihara Daiichi and Yamabuki were both placed in the lower bracket, at which point he went back to rewatch the videotapes.

"Was it the information that was leaked back then? It's been a month, hasn't it?"

Kagura Ichijin's expression turned somewhat unpleasant.

He had been wondering how Sengoku Kiyosumi's information had been leaked, but now everything was clear.

This time, Hyotei really screwed us over.

In the intense competition of the Tokyo Metropolitan Tournament finals, he and Sengoku Kiyosumi held nothing back, so their information must have been obtained by Mitsuya Akutō.

"More or less."

Mitsuya Akuto smiled slightly.

In fact, Yamabuki's problem is very similar to Aihara Daiichi's. Although they have national-level players, their overall strength is not strong and they rely heavily on team formation.

"Was it a reporter who recorded the video, or did the senior student hire someone to film it?"

Kagura Ichijin sighed inwardly.

He was focused on the game and didn't notice anything happening around him.

In terms of intelligence gathering, Mitsuya Akutō was indeed a level above Yanagi Renji, even he himself was somewhat ashamed of his inferiority.

"Ha ha……"

Mitsuya Akuto smiled but didn't answer directly. He simply turned and walked towards the receiving area.

"Ugh!"

Kagura Ichijin sighed and walked to the service area.

He tossed the ball high into the air, his entire body leaping into the air, his arm muscles tensing instantly, before he swung the racket forcefully!

"boom!"

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

"0-15!"

Mitsuya Akuto didn't even make a big movement; he simply swung his racket lightly and easily returned the serve, which was traveling at nearly 200 km/h.

"boom!"

Kagura Ijin served again, this time giving it his all without holding back.

"0-30!"

As expected, Mitsuya Akuto anticipated the ball's trajectory, calmly returned it, and then walked towards the receiving area without looking back.

Kagura Ichijin's serve just now had a speed exceeding 205 km/h, but it was meaningless in the face of his data tennis.

"Bang!"

Realizing that his jump serve was ineffective, Kagura Ichijin took a deep breath and changed his strategy.

He tossed the ball high into the air, bent his legs to gather power, and then delivered a flat serve.

"Bang!"

This time, although Mitsuya Akuto still managed to return the ball, his expression when he received it was noticeably more serious.

The speed of that ball just now had soared to over 215 km/h!

If he hadn't already known about Kagura Ikjin and been able to predict the ball's landing point, he would never have been able to catch that ball.

"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

After more than a dozen rounds of back-and-forth fighting, Mitsuya Akutō seized an opportunity and hit the ball directly into the corner opposite Kagura Ikō.

"0-40!"

"Bang!"

Kagura Ichijin once again used a flat serve, looking at Mitsuya Akuto across from him with a complicated expression. This was the first time he had encountered an opponent who knew him so well.

"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"Game, Kagura Ikjin, 0-1!"

After successfully breaking Kagura Ichijin's serve, Mitsuya Akuto felt much more at ease, and the calm smile on his lips deepened.

He's guaranteed to win this match; Kagura Ijin's chances of turning the tide are less than one percent.

Upon reaching the service court, Mitsuya Akuto tossed the ball high into the air and then swung his racket quickly.

"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"15-0!"

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"30-0!"

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"40-0!"

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"Game, Kagura Ikjin, 0-2!"

"They actually got beaten up so badly..."

Kagura Ichijin gave a wry smile.

At this moment, he truly understood the sense of powerlessness that Sengoku Kiyosumi had felt before.

This feeling of being targeted from all sides and unable to exert any power can easily lead to a mental breakdown.

"Captain Kagura, aren't you going to serve?"

Looking at Kagura Ichijin, who was standing in the service area without making a move, Mitsuya Akuto was a little puzzled.

Kagura Ikjin seemed a bit off; it was unclear whether he was still affected by the previous defeat or was brewing some new tactic.

"Senior, I've seen your data tennis, it's really impressive. Now, it's time for you to see my data tennis."

Kagura Ichijin raised his head and looked at Mitsuya Akuto with a serious expression, then silently recited the system in his mind.

Mitsuya Ajuto (Third year of junior high school)

Speed: 3.5

Power: 3

Stamina: 3

Spirit: 4

Technology: 4

Total: 17.5

"Bang!"

Kagura Ichijin tossed the ball high into the air. This time, he didn't pursue extreme speed, but instead aimed at the blind spot marked by the system.

Mitsuya Ajuto is too strong. Without some special methods, he really can't beat this data tennis master.

"15-0!"

"What?"

Looking at the tennis ball rolling on the ground beside him, Mitsuya Akuto was filled with shock.

He was scored on directly like that?

Although the speed of that ball was fast, it was only around 200 km/h, which was even slower than the serves he had easily neutralized before.

"Senior, I'm going to serve again."

Kagura Ichijin gave a reminder and served again.

"30-0!"

"It still doesn't work..."

As he watched his racket miss the tennis ball by a hair's breadth, Mitsuya Akutō frowned deeply.

According to his calculations, he should have been able to return this serve, but he just missed it by a tiny bit.

"Bang!"

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"40-0!"

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"Game, Kagura Ikjin, 1-2!"

After successfully holding serve, Kagura Ichijin looked at Mitsuya Akuto, whose face was full of solemnity.

Mitsuya Ajuto's data tennis is indeed powerful and very effective against him.

Unfortunately, there are different types of data tennis, and Mitsuya Akuto clearly lacks experience in this area.