The Prince of Tennis: My tennis skills come from Naruto

Chapter 134 First Round Hyotei vs. Seigaku

At this moment, the crowd suddenly split into two, revealing a wide passage.

Then a procession made up of blue and white figures marched toward them with great momentum.

Leading the way was Kamiya You. At this moment, he had a slight smile on his face, but it also exuded a sharp aura that gave people a strong sense of pressure. He ignored the awe, admiration, worship, and fear that surrounded him and led the Hyotei group of more than a hundred people toward the lottery venue.

The onlookers were full of praise as they watched all this. "Sukunichi, what a powerful aura! What a handsome captain! This is Hyotei this year!"

Players from other schools, however, mostly felt intimidated. "Hyotei looks so strong, what if we run into them?"

Meanwhile, Hyotei's regular player glanced at the passersby and said, "It feels like the quality of the other schools' players in the tournament is much higher than in the regional tournament. Those people in the regional tournament all seemed timid and hesitant when they saw us, and in the end, a lot of them gave up. We didn't get to play to our full potential."

"That's normal. If most of the teams in regional tournaments are third-rate or even subpar, then most of the teams in major tournaments are second-rate."

Soon, the group arrived at the drawing venue. After Taro signed in, a staff member handed him a drawing tube with about half of the sticks still in it. "Coach, please draw a stick. If the number you draw has already been drawn by another school team, then your opponent in the first round will be announced on the spot."

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"But if not, you'll have to wait a bit. However," the staff member checked the time, "the final result will definitely be out in half an hour, at 8:40, and it will be posted on the bulletin board outside. Please check it then."

Taro nodded, but showed no intention of drawing lots himself. He tilted his head slightly and called out softly, "Sengoku."

"They're here!"

Sengoku Kiyosumi immediately shot forward like an arrow, then reached into the divination tube and drew a lot based on his intuition.

The bamboo stick was pulled out, and the white number "11" pasted on the bottom of the stick was particularly eye-catching.

"Number 11—" The staff member quickly lowered his head, his eyes scanning the register. He moved his fingertips a few times to confirm his final target, and then looked at Taro and said, "Coach, according to the draw results, Hyotei's opponent in the first round is Seishun Academy."

Please submit your match schedule within half an hour.

Taro nodded. "Okay."

Then he said to Sengoku Kiyosumi, "Well done."

After the terrible incident where a first-year student suffered a broken arm from being beaten by an upperclassman, the Seishun Academy tennis club now has only a handful of tennis players left.

According to the intelligence and rankings of the Kamiya Group's intelligence department, after the widely publicized scandal, Seishun Academy's overall team strength is now at the very bottom of the second tier. As for individual strength, Seishun Academy only has one former tennis club captain, Yamato Yuta, whose strength has reached the regional level, but he is only not even at the mid-level of the regional level.

Even the last-place player on Hyotei's second team could easily defeat Seigaku's strongest player. Under these circumstances, his subsequent formation was easy; he could win no matter what formation he used. "Heh heh."

Meanwhile, Sengoku Kiyosumi smiled happily after receiving the coach's praise. He knew he was still lucky, except that he wasn't so lucky as to draw the captain as his opponent in the quarterfinals of the Jr. tournament.

Well, no, that's not quite right either. In the long run, this is still quite Iucky. If he hadn't lost that match to the captain, he wouldn't have come to Hyotei. Without coming to Hyotei, his tennis skills would never have improved so quickly.

Just like that time he stayed at the abseiling, although he was not very lucky and was not assigned to the captain's team, which caused his ranking within Hyotei to plummet and he even fell out of the first team.

(P.S.: Kiyosumi Sengoku astutely noticed that those who rose in the rankings were all the guys who had been selected for the Blue Team by the club president. Although he later learned about the particularly hellish training, Kiyosumi Sengoku said that he could endure it in order to improve his strength.)

But as the saying goes, every cloud has a silver lining. He was inspired by Rikkai University's Sanada-kun's integration of kendo into tennis. Although he didn't like kendo, he was more interested in boxing. His elementary school classmate's older brother, who was a boxer, had said that he would be very talented in boxing.

So Sengoku decided to try boxing-style tennis, and when he consulted Kamiya about this idea, Kamiya gave it his approval.

Meanwhile, because their opponents were so weak, Taro didn't need to think much. In just five minutes, he quickly submitted the next matchup list, and an hour later, the match between Hyotei and Seishun Academy was about to begin.

"The next match to begin is the Metropolitan Tournament, Court 11, the doubles match between Hyotei Academy and Seishun Academy, Part 2."

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"Masahiro Shimizu & Gakuto Mukahi vs. Koji Imai & Yusuke Toda, please proceed to your respective match venues within ten minutes!"

Accompanying the broadcast was a huge crowd heading towards Field 11.

The match between Hyotei Academy and Seishun Academy attracted a large audience because one was the first to change the rules of the Japanese junior high school tennis club, allowing first-year students to become regular players and play in matches. The other was a school where the coach stubbornly insisted on maintaining the old tradition, believing that first-year students could only pick up balls, and the former captain even watched as a genius first-year student had his arm broken by an upperclassman.

These two schools, representing opposite poles of a university, met in the first round of the Metropolitan Tournament, making for a truly exciting match.

"Hyotei vs. Seigaku is practically a clash of the old and new tennis club rules."

"Hmph, against Hyotei, Seigaku is finished. But, a tennis club with upperclassmen who deliberately break the arms of their juniors after a match out of jealousy of their talent deserves to be taught a lesson by Hyotei!"

"It's just a pity about that unlucky first-year genius. His left arm is broken, and even if he recovers, it will never be exactly the same as before."

"Forget about everyone else, let's go! If we're any later, the front seats will be gone!"

Eighteen minutes later, excluding the pre-match warm-up, halftime, and pre- and post-match handshakes, the match had barely lasted ten minutes.

That's it.

A complete and utter rout. The two Seigaku students were utterly defeated and had no chance to fight back.

Upon seeing this result, the ordinary members of Hyotei University and the beautiful cheerleaders outside the stadium immediately cheered with joy.

"Victory belongs to Hyotei!"

"Victory belongs to Hyotei!!"

The overwhelming cheers from the Hyotei team members instilled fear in the remaining Seigaku players who hadn't yet played. The second and third-year students Seigaku had assigned to the first doubles match even considered surrendering outright—they figured they couldn't win anyway, but—