The Prince of Tennis: My tennis skills come from Naruto

Chapter 157 Swallows Return to Their Nest!

Almost instinctively, Fuji Syusuke leaned back sharply, his upper body forming a taut bow, trying to create distance from the whistling "weapon."

He was filled with some doubt and uncertainty:

External rotation—rotating towards a person's face?! There's actually such a rotation?!

Wait, this distance isn't right—

Fuji Syusuke measured the distance between the tennis ball flying into the sky and himself with his gaze, and then realized:

If I hadn't dodged and instead countered, even if the racket hadn't been in time, the trajectory of the tennis ball shouldn't have hit my face, although it might have grazed my eyelashes.

Tsk, after arriving at this conclusion, Fuji Syusuke couldn't help but raise his eyes to look at Kamiya You across the field.

Meanwhile, Kamiya You had already landed from the sky, watching this scene with an expression of anticipation.

Kamiya You's lips curled up. Although he had increased his speed slightly, Fuji's reaction speed should have been enough for him to react and block with his racket. But when it came to scoring, human instinct prevailed.

Over there, the referee's score announcement came belatedly: "Kamiya You scores! 15-0!"

"Minister! Minister!!"

"Kamiya-sama! That's it, beat him!" In the Hyotei area, the regular members and cheerleaders were excited.

Other audience members also typed "6!"

"This is like a dream come true for the JR tournament! It's a shame Fuji isn't wearing a hat, otherwise it would be a perfect recreation of the scene, lol."

"Wait, there are balls with this kind of spin?! That's way too much! Bounced into my face, isn't that violent tennis?!"

"No, it doesn't count. There were no violations, and besides, no one was hit, right?"

"But that's because they avoided it, okay?"

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The spectators on the sidelines were buzzing with discussion, while on the other side, Kamiya You, who had changed his service area, started juggling the ball again. This time, the rhythmic "pat-pat-pat" sound was like drumbeats striking Fuji Syusuke's heart.

Although Fuji Syusuke was confident that he could definitely return the serve if faced with another topspin serve, the fear of being attacked in the face still made him very nervous.

At that moment, the sound of the ball being juggled stopped again, and Fuji Syusuke couldn't help but hold his breath. Over there, Kamiya You smoothly tossed the ball upwards, and the fluorescent yellow ball flew nimbly into the sky. Just as it was about to fall, Kamiya You shot up like an arrow, his black shoelaces tracing a graceful path in the air.

He made a stylish turn in mid-air, and then swung his racket!

"Clang!"

The tennis ball shot out instantly.

"Thump"

The tennis ball didn't bounce the moment it hit the ground. Instead, it spun twice on the ground and then rushed straight towards Fuji Syusuke with a strong gust of wind. This time, after quickly judging the landing point and taking advantage of the characteristics of an outside spin serve, Fuji Syusuke moved a little to the left and slightly turned his body to meet the ball smoothly.

"laugh"

But the moment the racket touched the tennis ball, Fuji Syusuke felt as if his palm had been electrocuted, as if countless currents were flowing through it, making it cold and numb. His hand holding the racket involuntarily loosened, and his racket was knocked away.

The racket sadly arced through the air before crashing to the ground with a pitiful "thud".

But then the referee mercilessly announced the score: "Kamiya You scores! 30-0!"

"oh!!"

A burst of enthusiastic cheers erupted from the sidelines, startling several birds into flight.

Soon, the tennis ball was tossed into the air for the third time from Kamiya You's hands, "whoosh."

The tennis ball soared into the sky.

On the opposite side, Fuji Syusuke stared intently at Kamiya You's every move with his icy blue eyes, thinking, "This kind of intense spin can only be countered with a slice. Let's test the feel first. If I can return a regular slice, that would be best. If not, then next time I'll use that move—"Clang!" "Swoosh!" Two sounds, now's the time!

He suddenly twisted his wrist, and the racket drew a silver arc from bottom to top, "whoosh."

The racket face is angled at an angle to precisely slice the bottom of the tennis ball, attempting to neutralize the spin with spin.

However, at the very moment the racket touched the ball, a numbing sensation pierced my forearm like a poisonous sting. Although the numbness was barely tolerable due to the chop shot and the second contact, the racket face, which was supposed to hold down the ball's trajectory, still trembled slightly involuntarily, causing the tennis ball to rise half an inch further into the air!

Oh no!

Fuji Syusuke watched helplessly as the small, fluorescent yellow ball, thrown out of his hand, deviated from his intended trajectory, arcing through the air and flying straight out of the court.

"Out of bounds!"

"Kamiya You's score! 40-0!"

"Nice! Three shots, all scores!"

"Hmm, actually I think he's just alright. The Hyotei captain's strength is actually somewhat different from what I imagined—"

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"Then you are absolutely wrong. The strength of this Hyotei captain is far more terrifying than you imagine."

"It's only like this because the captain of Hyotei is playing around." A boy with a purple punk hairstyle, Shinichi Nakamura, said, "Let me tell you, I've watched all of Kamiya-kun's matches outside of Hyotei."

"He demonstrated a kind of teleportation-like footwork in the JR tournament quarterfinals, and a disappearing serve in the semifinals, which was so fast that he couldn't be seen at all. In the finals, he even used his opponent's five senses-destroying technique to snipe his opponent in reverse."

"So what he's shown now is just the tip of the iceberg," Shinichi Nakamura concluded confidently.

Inside the court, Kamiya You, with the idea of ​​giving Fuji one last chance, served a final topspin serve.

"bass"

As this topspin serve bounced up with its unique spin, Fuji Syusuke's pupils narrowed. "It's time!"

His right hand instantly drew a graceful arc like a swallow spreading its wings. "Hmm? This pose, is he about to unleash a powerful move?!" the audience outside the arena exclaimed expectantly. Reporter Inoue Mamoru also quickly aimed his camera at Fuji Syusuke, and "click, click" took a picture of Fuji in his current pose.

He took a few photos, and then kept his hand on the camera shutter, ready to capture the next exciting moment.

On the court, Fuji Syusuke's eyes were sharp as knives. He first held the racket horizontally, then suddenly straightened it, his arm slicing downwards. Just as the tennis ball was still on the racket, he flicked it upwards again with a "clang".

A peculiar sound of the ball being struck rang out, its tone carrying a long, resonant quality, like the perfect overtone produced when a taut string is plucked.

"bass"

The ball spun once after landing, and then slid backward at a height of 1.2 centimeters off the ground.

Its gliding trajectory is straight, stable, and swift, like a swift skimming the sea surface, incredibly fast, yet carrying a strange sense of tranquility.

"This is my Return to the Nest!" Fuji Syusuke's icy blue eyes were incredibly sharp, and his yellow-brown hair fluttered in the wind.