The Prince of Tennis: My tennis skills come from Naruto

The atmosphere on the court fell silent again after Tezuka Kunimitsu and the other first-year students left.

Only bewildered and helpless Yamato Yuya, and Ryuzaki Sumire and Takei Kenji remained, both with equally ashen faces.

Tezuka Kunimitsu's two resolute rejections were like two invisible but exceptionally loud slaps to the faces of Takei Kenji and Ryuzaki Sumire.

Takeshi Takei's chest heaved violently; he felt like he was about to explode with anger!

asshole!

He had already "condescended" and forced himself to apologize to Tezuka Kunimitsu.

But that damned Tezuka Kunimitsu, how dare he?! How dare he refuse so decisively?!

Ryuzaki Sumire felt that the current outcome was utterly absurd!

Tezuka Kunimitsu must have gone mad!

She has already punished Takei by making him run 20 laps, made him apologize to her, and even broke her own rules by giving Tezuka a regular starting position!

Yamato also said that he would let him inherit his position as minister after he graduated, but that arrogant brat actually said that this was their "charity"? And that he "didn't need" it?!

They really don't appreciate kindness! They're completely clueless! They're so spoiled!

The other first-year students were also fooling around with Tezuka Kunimitsu!

Don't they even consider where they can go after leaving Seigaku?! What decent school in Tokyo would accept them?

What a bunch of ignorant and arrogant brats!

Ryuzaki Sumire thought bitterly to herself, she wanted to see how long they could keep jumping around without Seigaku's support!

She waited for them to come back to her, looking disheveled and begging for her help!

With this thought in mind, Ryuzaki Sumire stormed off in a huff.

Of course, although she was certain they would return, she still informed the school board (making the story sound rosy) just in case, in preparation for any potential public outcry.

After all, these first-year students seem to be under Tezuka Kunimitsu's spell right now. What if they really are determined not to turn back? So, she still has to prepare for the worst.

However, to Ryuzaki Sumire's utter surprise, her "worst-case scenario" was still too optimistic.

Shortly after the first-year students left, several female police officers in crisp uniforms and with serious expressions entered the Seishun Academy's tennis club and, on suspicion of assault, took away Takei Kenji, who looked stunned and turned pale.

It turns out that after Tezuka Kunimitsu resolutely left the Seigaku Tennis Club with everyone, he immediately called the police.

The reason Tezuka Kunimitsu called the police after leaving the tennis club was that he was worried that if he called the police on the spot, the second and third-year club members, led by Takeshi Takei, who had criminal records, might act desperately before the police arrived, which would make his already fractured left hand even worse.

Although the possibility is not high, he had not expected that Takeshi Takei would openly attack his left arm with a racket after the match.

He then told his grandfather about the whole thing.

His grandfather, Tezuka Kuniichi, after learning of this, remained silent for a short, suppressed moment before immediately comforting Tezuka and praising his decision to call the police.

After hanging up the phone, this rule-abiding old man, for the first time, chose to use some of his connections in the police station that he had never used before, all for the sake of Tezuka Kunimitsu.

……

One hour later, at the Tokyo People's Hospital, forensic clinic.

The cold, disinfectant smell mixed with the faint bitterness of some kind of ointment entered my nostrils.

Tezuka Kunimitsu sat upright on the slightly hard waiting chair, with Inui Sadaharu quietly beside him, while Fuji Syusuke, Kawamura Takashi, and others waited outside the consultation room.

Opposite Tezuka Kunimitsu, forensic pathologist Kimura Yusei looked very seriously and carefully at the newly taken X-ray film placed on a professional viewing instrument.

Then, he looked up at Tezuka Kunimitsu, who was sitting in a chair, and said, "Tezuka-kun, your left arm is fractured and needs to be put in a cast to recover. Based on your injury, the injury assessment result is most likely a minor injury, level one."

"However, considering that the flexor carpi ulnaris muscle and some ligaments in your left hand have suffered considerable contusion and tearing, it is possible that the surgery will be classified as a minor injury level two."

"The injury assessment results should be available in about three days."

"As for why it's only considered a minor injury? It's because Japan currently doesn't have any sophisticated surgeries for nerve damage; they can only offer conservative treatment."

"But in about three months, the swelling and pain in your arm should subside, and your daily activities should return to a level similar to that of a normal person, so it cannot be considered a severe case."

How can it be restored to a state where it functions almost the same as a normal person's daily life?

Tezuka Kunimitsu astutely caught this crucial phrasing: "Doctor, can't it be fully recovered?"

Kimura Yu shook his head. "Conservative treatment can only achieve this level of recovery at best. Even if you go to the best orthopedic hospital in Japan, you'll get the same result."

"Doctor, is there really no other way?"

Sadaharu Inui couldn't help but interject, "You may not know, but Tezuka is a very talented tennis player, and this left hand is his dominant hand!"

Yu Kimura shook his head and said very sincerely, "I'm sorry, but with the current orthopedic medical technology in Japan, it is not possible to achieve a full recovery."

"I can only recommend that you go to a Tokyo orthopedic hospital after your fracture has mostly healed. Their exclusive ointment can help your arm recover basic function to the greatest extent possible, reduce aftereffects, and meet the perfect, original condition required for top-level competition like tennis..."

"It can only be said that with the current level of medical technology in Japan, there is indeed nothing that can be done."

Despite hearing the doctor's death sentence regarding the complete recovery of his left hand, Tezuka Kunimitsu remained remarkably calm. He simply took the X-ray and said, "Understood, thank you, doctor."

But the way he clenched the X-ray film so tightly revealed his true feelings.

If only...

If he hadn't joined Seigaku but had chosen Hyotei instead, if he had been more vigilant because of the Seigaku tennis club seniors' numerous pranks on first-years, if he had seen through the rotten foundation of the Seigaku tennis club earlier...

Countless "what ifs" pierced his heart like sharp icicles.

"call--"

Tezuka Kunimitsu exhaled a deep, slow breath, as if trying to force out the cold, heavy feeling of depression in his chest.

He forced himself to stop these useless, unrealistic assumptions.

After all, he knew very well that there was no going back in this world.