The Prince of Tennis: My tennis skills come from Naruto

In response, some senior students from the inner circle said that Hyotei Academy was not like this in the previous academic year.

These new facilities are the result of a joint investment by the Atobe Zaibatsu and the Kamiya Zaibatsu.

In response, Kamiya You said it was nothing serious.

Incidentally, it's also worth mentioning that he sponsored several chefs in the cafeteria who were excellent at cooking Chinese dishes.

After touring the dazzling campus infrastructure, the freshmen were guided to the spacious central square next to the cherry blossom avenue.

At this moment, the place has become a boiling ocean, and the annual "Battle of the Hundred Regiments" is in full swing!

Each student club showcased their talents; a senior member of the literature club, dressed in a classic kimono, demonstrated her calligraphy skills on the spot, drawing enthusiastic applause.

The music club's beautiful singers performed passionately on a makeshift stage, while members of the cooking club, wearing aprons, baked egg tarts and small cakes on the spot, inviting passing freshmen to taste them...

However, amidst all this hustle and bustle, one place stood out: the tennis club's recruitment booth.

There was only a simple table there, behind which sat two senior members with slightly serious expressions.

There were no loud shouts, no dazzling performances, just a simple recruitment poster with a life-size photo of Ochi Gekko and a message.

But in front of such a seemingly "aloof" stall, a long, winding queue had formed!

The freshmen, especially the boys, waited quietly and orderly to submit their applications, their faces filled with excitement, longing, and even a touch of pilgrimage-like devotion.

All of this is because of one name—Ochi Tsukiko.

The former captain of Hyotei Tennis Club, a top player in the country, who led Hyotei to the national top four, his name alone is enough to make the hearts of countless tennis-loving teenagers surge.

Of course, there are also some new students, including but not limited to Sengoku Kiyosumi, who came for Kamiya You.

But when they asked Kamiya You with high hopes if he was in the tennis club, they only received a firm answer: "There is no such member in the tennis club."

This answer was like a bucket of cold water poured over their heads, instantly leaving the freshmen dumbfounded. They looked at each other, their faces filled with disbelief and confusion, and a row of huge question marks appeared in their minds.

"No? How is that possible?"

"It was clearly stated in the newspapers..."

"Is there some mistake?"

Kiyosumi Sengoku opened her mouth, seemingly wanting to ask something more, but looking at the unquestionable serious expressions of the senior members behind the recruitment table and the quiet, respectful atmosphere of the surrounding queue, she ultimately swallowed her words.

The other freshmen who knew Kamiya You's name, like him, had eyes filled with confusion and a hint of disappointment at their enthusiasm being dampened.

Despite their doubts and even disappointment, they silently signed their names on the application forms.

After all, only by joining the tennis club can one have the opportunity to step onto the stage of the junior high school tennis tournament.

Meanwhile, Kamiya You, the person involved, watched the long line in front of the tennis club booth from afar, a sharp glint in his eyes.

Submitting an application to join the department?

No, he chose to smash the goal open with his racket.

Reinvent the tennis club in the most radical way possible!

……

In the afternoon, at the Hyotei Academy tennis courts.

The tall, stern-faced current department head, Saito Hide, is giving a stern lecture to the neatly lined-up first-year students.

"Did you all hear me clearly!"

"First graders, let's start with the basics! From now on, you'll be responsible for retrieving the balls on the court."

"You'd better be mentally prepared," Saito Hide said, his gaze sweeping over the crowd with a hint of condescension. "At Hyotei Tennis Club, none of you will be able to touch a racket used in an official match this year!"

The new students bowed their heads and responded in unison.

The air was filled with awe and longing, yet also with a quiet undercurrent of suppressed frustration and silent discontent.

Kikumaru Eiji responded in a drawn-out tone, but his bright cat-like eyes darted around, filled with resentment.

He nudged Oishi Shuichiro with his elbow and complained in a low voice, "What the hell! We're tennis recruits! And all we're doing is picking up balls for a whole year? Oishi, is that fair?!"

Shuichiro Oishi looked helpless. "Sigh, Eiji, there's nothing we can do. After all, it's a tradition for first-year students to retrieve the ball in all the school's tennis clubs..."

"Are conventions always correct?" Kikumaru Eiji scoffed.

At that moment, Saito Hidekiyo cleared his throat, preparing to continue his lecture, but a voice interrupted him.

"Looks like everyone's here."

All eyes turned to the entrance.

I see,

Kamiya You strolled in casually, one hand in his pocket.

Beside him stood Keigo Atobe, who looked on with amusement, followed by Yuko Fujii and Seiichi Sakai.

Kamiya You scanned the crowd standing on the court.

These are his future team members, they look so innocent and naive, as if they've never been beaten up.

Then his gaze fell on Saito Hide.

So this is the composed acting minister from the intelligence report? But the feeling I get...

Rather than saying he is steady, it's more accurate to say he has too many concerns, so he chooses the middle way.

Yes, we can save the fight for last, so he'll be convinced of its power.

Saito Hideya stared with a furrowed brow at the freshman who wore the brown uniform of Hyotei High School but whose aura seemed completely out of place.

Upon seeing Atobe Keigo beside him, he swallowed the rebuke he was about to utter and simply said,

"Hey, you two freshmen over there! The deadline for submitting your club applications is over. If you want to join, come early tomorrow and line up."

Kamiya You raised an eyebrow, took the racket from Fujii Yuko, glanced at it, and casually handed it back, "Not this one."

"Yes, that's right."

Then, Kamiya You took the racket that Fujii Yuko handed him a second time—a racket with only two strings—swung it casually, pointed it forward, and gave a mocking smile.

"join in?"

"No, I'm here to challenge them!"

In response to Kamiya You's arrogant remarks, Saito Shu thought to himself, "What?"

You're wearing Hyotei's school uniform, and you say you're going to challenge Hyotei's tennis team?!

"Over there," Kamiya You continued.

"Which one is the minister?"

"Never mind, it's not important. Anyone who feels capable can come up."

Kamiya You casually waved the "cross racket" in his hand, "Anyway, I haven't reached my target for sweet spot practice today, so I'll use you guys as practice targets."

"Sweet spot practice?!"

Upon hearing this word, Saito Shu's heart skipped a beat.

Saito Shu's heart skipped a beat, and his pupils suddenly contracted!

He had only heard this word occasionally in the occasional remarks of Ochi Gekko, the legendary captain who led Hyotei to the national semifinals.

That's a terrifying realm that only top junior high school students can reach, requiring extremely high ball control skills!

This arrogant first-year student in front of us... he's actually practicing this?! And he's even preparing to use a racket with only two strings to play against them?!

Could it be that...?