The Prince of Tennis: My tennis skills come from Naruto

Yukimura Seiichi froze in place, because just now, at the very moment he swung his racket to volley, he felt something was wrong with his grip on the racket.

Now, as Kamiya You touches him, he feels the racket almost instantly become ethereal in his palm, and the touch of the earth disappears like quicksand.

How could this be?! His sense of touch was stripped away without warning?!

Annihilate the five senses...!

How could Kamiya You also have the ability to destroy his five senses?!

Moreover, this peeling speed...

A storm raged instantly in Yukimura Seiichi's violet-blue eyes.

Kamiya-kun's annihilation of the five senses skipped the accumulation stage and directly stripped him of his senses all at once?!

With that thought, a chill ran down my spine.

Yukimura Seiichi inexplicably hallucinated that he was surrounded by poisonous snakes and unable to escape.

His prized weapon has turned against him today with even greater ferocity!

Before he could catch his breath, Kamiya Yo's serve tore through the air and struck again.

Yukimura Seiichi composed himself, his violet-blue eyes quickly locking onto the trajectory. He then barely managed to adjust to the cotton-like sensation under his feet as he ran towards the left baseline, where he launched an interception.

But when he looked up, he saw Kamiya You standing calmly in place with a slight smile on his lips, without making any move.

Yukimura Seiichi couldn't help but have a bad feeling.

Sure enough, the ball didn't clear the net this time.

"Go online!"

"Kamiya You's score! 30-0!"

Yukimura Seiichi slowly exhaled, unconsciously tightening his grip on his racket.

After completely losing his sense of touch, it's very difficult to control his strength, which greatly weakens his ball control.

Although his heart was filled with mixed emotions, he resolutely faced the oncoming beam of light once again.

But just as he finished swinging the racket, he caught a glimpse of Kamiya You still standing in the same spot.

His purplish-blue pupils contracted again.

"Out of bounds!"

The referee's decision pierced the air, and the tennis ball landed squarely outside the bounds.

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

Yukimura Seiichi stared at the point where the ball landed outside the penalty area, his fingertips slightly stiff:

Two consecutive mistakes due to poor ball control...

This was something he had never encountered since he first started learning tennis as a child...

Yukimura Seiichi couldn't help but sigh.

Then I couldn't help but think of how, even though Kamiya You's strength was off after he was deprived of his sense of touch, his deep shots were still very stable and hit the line.

The stark contrast instantly transformed into a dagger piercing his heart.

"In the same situation, the gap between him and me is so huge..."

At that moment, Yukimura Seiichi suddenly felt a blur before his eyes, and then his vision went completely black as if he had been sprayed with ink by an squid.

How could this be?!

That's only two balls.

The progress of visual deprivation therapy has been incredibly fast!

Yukimura Seiichi's two consecutive mistakes drew boos from some of the audience.

Ryo Shishido frowned. "What's going on? Why did Yukimura-kun suddenly make two mistakes in a row?"

Mukahi Gakuto speculated, "Perhaps Yukimura was exhausted?"

Ryo Shishido shook his head. "Even if he's exhausted, I think with Yukimura's skill level, at most his serve return speed and power will decrease, but it's impossible for him to touch the net or go out of bounds."

"Could it be that Kamiya-kun's eyes can cause people to mishandle serves?!"

Inoue Mamoru pointed to the camera screen, "No, it's visual deprivation—Yukimura-kun's pupils are out of focus too."

Ryo Shishido: "Huh?! Yukimura-kun has been deprived of his sight?!" Are you sure you didn't get it backwards?!

Over there, Kikumaru Eiji, who had quietly come over to eavesdrop, immediately covered his mouth, which was slightly agape in surprise.

With his quick wit, he had already guessed the reason: "So, Yukimura-kun's five senses have been reverse-damaged?!"

As Inoue Mamoru looked at the unfocused pupils of Yukimura Seiichi captured by the camera, identical to those of Kamiya You before, he sighed inwardly:

The current trajectory is completely beyond his expectations.

He had previously thought that Kamiya-kun was courting death by personally experiencing the destruction of his five senses.

But the current situation is clearly that Yukimura is being manipulated by him.

However, this match certainly has a lot of hype:

Shocking! A battle involving the elimination of all five senses took place at the finals?!

Shocking! The inventor of the Five Senses Destroyer was killed on the spot by the Five Senses Destroyer himself?!

Well, although Mamoru Inoue became a tennis magazine reporter because of his love for tennis and was passionate about discovering good tennis players, people still need to make a living.

Sengoku Kiyosumi had also predicted the outcome of the match. His gaze was fixed intently on Kamiya You, and he thought to himself:

He knew it! The Kamiya-kun who defeated him, that unfathomable demon, could never have fallen into his opponent's rhythm without any means of countermeasures, leading to his absurd defeat here.

At the same time, he breathed a sigh of relief, because if Kamiya-kun won the championship in the end, then it would be normal for him to lose to Kamiya-kun in the previous round of 8.

Even though you've already lost, losing to the first place winner sounds better than losing to someone else.

Meanwhile, on the field, Kamiya You kicked off again.

Yukimura Seiichi, who had already lost his sight, only began to act after the tennis ball bounced on the ground.

But he had only run two steps when he heard, "Kamiya You scores!"

"Game, Kamiya Yao, 4-0!"

Yukimura Seiichi took a few deep breaths, trying to calm his racing heart.

Although he foresaw the future of losing his sight the moment his sense of touch was taken away,

But when one is truly plunged into this pure darkness, its far-reaching impact exceeds expectations.

The ability to pinpoint location by sound, a skill that Kamiya used with such ease, proved incredibly difficult to replicate when he attempted to do so.

He could only catch the general direction of the tennis ball as it flew through the air, but he couldn't accurately judge its trajectory and landing point, making it impossible to launch an effective counterattack under such circumstances.

Kamiya-kun, he's actually the same age as him.

Yukimura Seiichi remarked with a sigh, "There are always mountains beyond mountains, and people beyond people."

Then I had some realization.

In the past, he was indeed a bit too confident because he had no rivals.

However, this realization did not lead to frustration.

On the contrary, a long-lost sense of excitement quietly ignited in my chest.

fair enough.

With a goal to pursue ahead, the path of tennis becomes more challenging and meaningful.

Yukimura Seiichi was lost in thought, while less than a second had passed in reality.

"It's Yukimura Seiichi's serve now."

After the referee's voice fell, the caddie tossed the tennis ball, and Yukimura Seiichi caught it by the sound of it whizzing through the air.

"Clatter"

The tennis ball grazed his fingers and fell to the ground.

Yukimura Seiichi's unfocused eyes stared into the void, his fingertips trembling slightly from the impact.

He knew that what he had just done was not a simple mistake, but rather that he was no longer able to catch the ball accurately after losing his sense of touch and sight.

At this moment, the caddie tossed the ball again.

And this time...