The Prince of Tennis: My tennis skills come from Naruto

Chapter 115 Attempting to Draw a Tiger but Ending Up with a Dog

It's now!

Taking advantage of Sengoku Kiyosumi's opportunity to bring the tennis ball to the front half of the court, Oishi Shuichiro quickly moved forward with small steps, aimed at the bouncing tennis ball, and then imitated Sengoku Kiyosumi by making a feint, attempting to hit a short ball that grazed the net, unexpectedly aimed at the open space in the front half of the court that Irie Kanata was "leisurely watching".

Thus, they managed to turn the tide against Kanata Irie.

"Bang!"

The tennis ball flew in a low, flat arc towards the net.

Meanwhile, Oishi Shuichiro's heart was in his throat. He stared intently at the ball's trajectory, his eyes filled with the hope of scoring.

"Oh."

Upon seeing this, a barely audible chuckle escaped from Kanata Irie's lips.

Although he only intended to go toe-to-toe with Marui Bunta, it was reasonable for him to be wary of the precedent of Sengoku Kiyosumi taking points from Marui Bunta by surprise.

Moreover, if Oishi thought he could score from him with this kind of return quality, he was really dreaming. His feinting hitting posture was too deliberate and stiff compared to Sengoku's. It was so obvious that it was a feint. Hmm, I guess he rarely uses feints. I guess he needs to study how to act more. Oishi.

Of course, the most important thing is that when Oishi hit this ball, he didn't control the angle of the racket face precisely enough, so he didn't create a short ball that was almost touching the net, and the landing point was not on the sideline but in the middle.

In short, if he were to pass the ball again with such a clumsy imitation, it would be too obvious and unnatural, and it would not fit the essence of his acting.

Then, as if her feet were equipped with rollers, Kanata Irie glided across the court with incredible fluidity, taking two crisscrossing steps before delivering a textbook volley after the ball landed—"Thwack!"

The tennis ball seemed to be imbued with a spirit, flying back gracefully in a steady, straight line, hitting the baseline with unparalleled precision.

Oh no! That shot was too fast!

Shuichiro Oishi's pupils contracted, and he immediately asked, "Marui-kun, will you be able to catch up with that ball?"

"I'm already trying."

Marui Bunta quickly replied, his feet moving like motors, rapidly traversing the distance on the field.

His dark reddish-pink bangs fluttered in the wind he generated as he ran, but getting from his assigned area to the edge of Oishi Shuichiro's assigned area in time was a difficult task, especially when his speed was similar to that of Irie Kanata.

Therefore, Marui Bunta ultimately failed. He remained in a running posture, watching with resentment as the tennis ball bounced away, landing on the white line.

The referee's voice announced the score: "Kiyosumi Sengoku & Kanata Irie score!"

Game 1, Kiyosumi Sengoku & Kanata Irie, 1-0! Switch sides!

"Nice, Irie-senpai, we won the service game!" Sengoku Kiyosumi smiled happily and then swung her racket.

Kanata Irie pushed up his round-framed glasses with black frames and clear lenses, and nodded with a smile.

The atmosphere was slightly somber for the two people on the other side.

As Shuichiro Oishi walked towards the sidelines, he muttered to himself in frustration, "First point lost, first point lost—"

Marui Bunta stopped sprinting, but took two more steps forward. The smile on his face faded, but his sharpness only intensified, making him look like a sword about to be drawn at any moment.

Meanwhile, off-stage, the audience was also discussing the current result.

"Even though it's only been one game, it doesn't feel good. It seems like Oishi and Marui will have a hard time winning this game."

Kikumaru Eiji, watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat for Oishi Shuichiro. Although the opponent was strong, he wasn't overwhelmingly strong. Fighting such an opponent meant that while there was a high probability of losing, there was also a sliver of hope of winning. Under such circumstances, the pressure was immense.

"I agree," Shimizu Masahiro said very rationally. "Because although Irie-senpai and Marui-kun are evenly matched, Sengoku's overall strength is higher than Oishi's, and Sengoku's dynamic vision is indeed a bit too overpowered in defense."

"So Sengoku can score from Oishi, but Oishi can only barely keep up with Sengoku; scoring is unlikely."

"That's normal. After all, it was Sengoku who picked Oishi and his team. Sengoku must have thought they could win before he chose the Oishi and Marui combination. So generally speaking, unless there's an upset, Sengoku should win," said Mukahi Gakuto.

"But there's still a glimmer of hope, isn't there? Putting aside everything else, Marui-kun's signature tightrope walking technique hasn't been cracked by Sengoku and the others yet, and what if Oishi is hiding something else?" Kikumaru Eiji said.

"But the power (strength and speed) of that tightrope walking move is actually not very high; it's just that it's quite unique."

"So it's normal to use it for the first time, but to rely on it and make a living from it is unlikely," Jack said, rubbing his bald head.

As for Liu Lian'er, he didn't say a word, but silently recorded the data in his mind.

Two pairs of ministers and deputy ministers were equally aloof (and did not express their opinions).

Atobe Keigo crossed his arms, his gaze fixed on Irie Kanata. As the vice-captain of Hyotei, Fujii Yuko had also given him information about the tennis club, so he knew Irie Kanata's true strength.

Therefore, after witnessing this incredibly difficult service game, won primarily by Sengoku Kiyosumi's effort, he inwardly shook his head. This Irie really does like to act, just as Kamiya said. But he hadn't expected that even in a match concerning the quality of his evening life, he wouldn't intend to use his true strength at all.

Compared to Irie, Kamiya's ability to toy with and crush his opponents seems much more palatable.

Keigo Atobe, who loves a good quality of life and victory, doesn't understand this at all; well, all I can say is respect.

The 90-second break passed quickly, and the four of them returned to their positions.

The referee announced, "It is now the service game for Marui Bunta and Oishi Shuichiro. Marui Bunta will serve first."

Marui Bunta stood in the service court, chewed his gum a few times, patted the tennis ball a few times, then stuck the gum on his palate, and then suddenly pulled the tennis ball back, his eyes fixed on the ball in his hand with razor-sharp eyes.

This is their serve, and he will definitely use his serve to win back points for himself and Oishi!

With that thought in mind, he served with force, "Thump!"

A high-speed sidespin serve tore through the air and pierced straight into the corresponding service area on Kanade E's backhand.

"Bang!"

The ball bounced off the hard surface and then veered sharply to the right.