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

"How did you do that?"

Mitsuya Akuto looked at Kagura Ichijin with a complicated expression.

Kagura Ichijin has undergone tremendous changes in both his hitting habits and playing style, as if he were playing as a completely different person, rendering the intelligence he had previously gathered completely ineffective.

"Senior, if you can answer one question for me, I'll tell you."

After thinking for a moment, Kagura Ichijin spoke seriously.

"Can."

Mitsuya Akuto nodded.

This exchange of intelligence is fair to him; after all, knowing yourself and your enemy is the key to victory. The more information he has about his opponent, the better his chances of winning will be.

"Why didn't you become a minister? Was it on purpose?"

Kagura Ichijin voiced the question that had been bothering him.

Aihara's situation is somewhat unusual. The captain is neither a strong third-year doubles team, nor a national-level player like Kazuki Sekine or Akuto Mitsuya, but someone who looks quite ordinary.

It was that person who drew the lot during the Rikkai University lottery, which was a major reason why Kagura Ikjin initially overlooked Aihara's first place.

"That's about right. Can you tell me now?"

Mitsuya Akuto nodded.

As a data-driven tennis player, he is well aware of his weaknesses, and the best way to compensate for this weakness is to keep a low profile, hide in the shadows, and avoid becoming the target of public criticism.

Players with such high profiles as Kagura Yiren are too easy targets, and all sorts of troubles will follow, but he doesn't need to worry about these things.

"Senior, the reason is actually quite simple: I also have information about you."

Kagura Ichijin gave the answer without hesitation.

His data tennis originates from a system, which is completely different from Mitsuya Akuto's data tennis, which relies on observation and calculation, so he is naturally not afraid of his opponent knowing.

"So that's how it is."

Mitsuya Akuto's eyes lit up, and he then walked to the service area.

Since his opponent was also a master of data tennis, he had no choice but to resort to that move.

He was just using Data Tennis Input, which analyzes the game's flow and predicts return trajectories by collecting data on his opponent.

Now, he will use a more aggressive data tennis output, forcibly instilling a massive data stream into his opponent, forcibly depriving him of his ability to think and act, thereby completely crushing his opponent's will.

"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"0-15!"

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"0-30!"

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"0-40!"

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"Game, Kagura Ikjin, 2-2!"

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"Game, Kagura Ikjin, 3-2!"

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"Game, Kagura Ikjin, 4-2!"

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"Game, Kagura Ikjin, 5-2!"

"What's going on?"

After losing several games in a row, Mitsuya Akuto looked puzzled.

Why was Kagura Ichijin completely unaffected?

He had clearly activated the data tennis output, forcibly transmitting a massive amount of data to Kagura Ichijin at the moment of hitting the ball, but the other party acted as if nothing had happened.

"Senior, aren't you serving?"

Kagura Ichijin was somewhat puzzled as he looked at Mitsuya Akutsu, who was standing there in a daze.

Mitsuya Akutsu is such a weirdo. Even though he's so far behind in the score, he's not worried at all.

He had initially thought that Mitsuya Akuto was the kind of player who didn't care about winning or losing, but now it seems that's not the case.

Why aren't you affected at all?

Mitsuya Akuto couldn't help but ask.

His tactic should have been invincible against players who were also skilled in data tennis, but it failed against Kagura Ichijin.

This was something he couldn't understand. If Kagura Yijin had somehow cracked his data tennis output, there should have been a process of confrontation and adaptation.

"What do you mean?"

Kagura Ichijin looked completely bewildered.

Could it be that Mitsuya Akuto has suffered too much trauma and is having mental problems?

"you do not know?"

Mitsuya Akuto was shocked, and then fell into deep self-doubt.

Judging from Kagura Yiren's appearance, it didn't seem like he had broken through his move; it was more like he had simply blocked it.

But how is that possible? The human brain has a limited capacity to process information. Faced with such a massive data surge, it should short-circuit for at least one or two hours.

"Mitsutani, please serve quickly. If you delay again, I will award you a point."

Faced with Mitsuya Akuto's prolonged refusal to serve, the referee frowned and issued a stern warning.

"Bang!"

Still unable to figure it out, Mitsuya Akuto had no choice but to serve again.

"Bang!"

Kagura Ijin hit the ball into the corner again, then walked to the receiving area without looking back and assumed a defensive stance.

"0-15!"

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"0-30!"

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"0-40!"

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"Game, Kagura Ikjin, 6-2!"

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"Match 4 is over, 6-2, Kagura Ikjin wins!"

Seeing Kagura Ichijin win the match, the Yamabuki team finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The overall score is now tied at 2-2, and the final singles match will determine who advances to the semifinals.

"Kagura, it's a good thing you played this time, otherwise we would have been eliminated."

Seeing Kagura Ichijin walking back, Tani Yoshiki Shin patted him hard on the shoulder, still feeling lingering fear.

No one expected that the seemingly unremarkable Aihara No. 1 actually had two national-level singles players hidden inside. Apart from Kagura Ichijin, probably no one could win this match.

"It's not over yet. In the final match, Akutsu's opponent should be Aihara, the top captain."

Kagura Ichijin turned to look at Akutsu Jin, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes.

Whether Yamabuki can advance depends entirely on Akutsu Jin's performance.

"No matter who my opponent is, I will not lose."

Akutsu Jin said in a deep voice, his eyes very firm.

Yamabuki has come a long way, and he will not miss this opportunity.

If they win this match, Yamabuki will advance to the semifinals, just one step away from the national tournament.

"Okay, that's good to have confidence."

Kagura Ijin nodded approvingly, then walked to the bench, sat down, and closed his eyes to rest.

He has done everything he could; now it's up to Akutsu Jin.

"The fifth match begins. Yamabuki and Aihara will each take the stage as their first singles players."

"I'm going."

Jin Akutsu picked up his racket and strode toward the referee, exuding a chilling aura.

This time, his opponent is Otsuka, the captain of Aihara No. 1.

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

"You must be Akutsu? I've seen your information."

Otsuka looked at Akutsu Jin across from him with a solemn expression.

Although intelligence indicates that Akutsu Jin's strength is not as good as Kagura Ichijin and Sengoku Kiyosumi, he should not be underestimated.

"So what? I'll definitely beat you."

Jin Akutsu replied coldly and turned to walk towards the receiving area.