The Prince of Tennis: My tennis skills come from Naruto

April,

It's cherry blossom season.

Cherry blossom trees lined both sides, with countless pink petals swirling and dancing in the wind, weaving together with the sound of the swaying branches into a beautiful dance.

From above, this avenue resembles a flowing pink river, winding through the solemn school buildings and infusing every corner of this cradle of elites with the romantic atmosphere of spring.

Above this sea of ​​pink flowers, the roar of an engine shattered the tranquility of the early morning.

A sleek black helicopter flew low overhead, and then the cabin door opened wide.

Without the slightest hesitation, a tall and slender figure leaped off the rooftop from a height of several dozen meters away.

The sky-blue parachute unfolded in the air with a "whoosh."

"Clatter".

Kamiya You landed gracefully in the center of the teaching building's rooftop.

The helicopter behind him completed its mission, and its buzzing sound gradually faded into the background noise of Tokyo.

Kamiya You casually unfastened the umbrella, tossed the parachute pack into a corner, dusted off non-existent dust from his uniform, and pushed open the iron gate leading from the rooftop to the ground floor.

Classroom of Grade 1, Class A

There were already quite a few people sitting inside.

As Kamiya You stepped through the doorway, he immediately spotted Atobe Keigo, who was sitting by the window with a magnificent aura.

Keigo Atobe was resting his chin on his hand, idly watching the cherry blossoms falling outside the window.

"Good morning." Kamiya You's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached Atobe's ears.

"Wow! Another handsome guy!" At the back of the classroom, a group of girls covered their mouths instantly, their suppressed excited gasps sounding particularly clear in the quiet classroom. Their eyes darted back and forth between Atobe and Kamiya, sparkling with the light of discovering a treasure.

Atobe Keigo turned around at the sound of the voice, and seeing Kamiya You reminded him of the grueling training he had endured three days ago. A chill ran down his spine.

He jokingly remarked, "You're five minutes away from being late."

Kamiya You shrugged nonchalantly, walked a few steps to his seat, which was also next to Atobe Keigo's.

Then, with a deft thud, he tossed the shoulder bag into the table, making a dull "thud".

"There are still five minutes left."

Almost as soon as Kamiya You sat down, the classroom door was pushed open again.

The homeroom teacher, Kikuchi Mei, walked in carrying a stack of documents.

She was a young female teacher who wore black glasses and looked quite capable.

But at this moment, as she looked around the classroom, especially at Atobe Keigo and Kamiya You who had just sat down, a barely perceptible hint of tension flashed deep in her eyes.

She cleared her throat and forced a gentle, professional smile: "Welcome everyone to Class A!"

"To help everyone get to know each other more quickly, let's start with this student."

She pointed to Keigo Atobe, "Let's all introduce ourselves briefly."

"Just tell me your name, then what you like, what you dislike, or your future aspirations. Keep it simple."

"After introducing ourselves, we'll go together to attend the opening ceremony."

Keigo Atobe, whose name was called, stood up gracefully, his movements exuding an innate air of nobility.

He slightly raised his chin, his sharp gaze sweeping across the entire class, his voice confident and assertive, as if he weren't introducing himself, but rather declaring:

"My name is Atobe Keigo. My favorite sport is tennis, and the things I hate..."

He paused, then a disdainful smile curved his lips. "No."

"that's all."

Kikuchi Mei's smile froze for a moment, and her eyes twitched almost imperceptibly.

Although it was said to be "simple," this is just too simple...

She took a deep breath, and the image of the principal's special instructions flashed through her mind: "You must take special care of Director Atobe's only son." Then she swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

Yes, the first rule of self-cultivation for a member of society is to learn to compromise.

Mei Kikuchi nodded stiffly at the last moment, signaling the next person.

The focus naturally fell on Kamiya You.

Kamiya You didn't even stand up; he simply leaned back lazily in his chair, a silver pen now resting between his long, slender fingers.

He twirled the pen casually, its silver body reflecting a cold light in the sunlight.

"Kamiya You, that's my name."

He spoke, his voice not loud, but with a peculiar penetrating power that instantly silenced the classroom.

As he spoke, he continued twirling his pen without pause, his dark eyes, like deep pools, calmly sweeping over the crowd.

"I like tennis, but I hate trouble."

When he said the last four words, Kamiya You's lips curled into a very faint, yet chilling, smile.

"I hope you won't cause me any trouble for the next three years, otherwise..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly clenched his right hand!

With a barely audible "click," the silver fountain pen that had been dancing between his fingers instantly turned into a small clump of shimmering metallic powder, which fell from between his fingers onto the table right before everyone's eyes!

"hiss--"

A collective gasp filled the classroom.

The boys turned pale as they stared at the pile of metal powder on the table, and involuntarily shivered, a chill running down their spines.

Otherwise what?!

Like this brush?!

The girls' reactions were quite different. After a brief moment of surprise, many of their eyes lit up even brighter, and some even whispered to each other, "That's so cool!"

"Oh my god, so handsome!"

Mei Kikuchi, standing on the podium, felt a chill run from the soles of her feet straight to the top of her head, and several clearly visible black lines instantly appeared on her forehead.

She tried to maintain a professional smile, but the muscles at the corners of her mouth began to twitch uncontrollably.

To make such blatant threats in the classroom?!

but……

This is Director Kamiya's only son!

Moreover, her father works for the Kamiya Group, and before she went to work, her father specifically instructed her to fulfill Kamiya You's request.

With that thought in mind, Kikuchi Mei stiffly averted her gaze, pretending not to see the glaring metallic powder, and pretending not to hear the threatening words.

He simply urged the next student in a slightly hoarse voice, "Okay... okay, next student, please continue."

As the last student nervously finished their self-introduction, the classroom's loudspeaker came on at just the right moment, breaking the delicate and tense atmosphere:

"Attention first-year students! The opening ceremony will begin promptly in the auditorium in five minutes. Class teachers, please ensure that all students bring their chairs and enter the auditorium in an orderly manner!"

Kikuchi Mei, feeling like she'd been granted a pardon, quickly clapped her hands and raised her voice: "Everyone heard me! Remember to bring your own chairs!"

As soon as she finished speaking, two figures stood up.

Kamiya You and Atobe Keigo seemed not to have heard the "bring chairs" instruction, and walked straight out of the classroom with nonchalant expressions, leaving the whole class with two dashing and self-willed backs.