The Prince of Tennis: My tennis skills come from Naruto

The next ball, from the same spot, with the same roar, exploded in the service area in front of Yudai Ueno!

Yudai Ueno also froze on the spot, his face pale, his eardrums throbbing, and he even forgot his instinct to swing his racket.

"Ace! 30-0!"

"This guy... is something else!" Another second-year student with a scar on his chin said gravely, "Both of his shots were right on the service line!"

"However, on another note, Kamiya You... I feel like that name sounds familiar..."

"Hmph, Kitamura and Ueno weren't exactly top-tier players to begin with, so it's normal for them to lose. Let's wait until Shimizu-senpai or the captain makes their move, then we'll see how arrogant they can be!" Some people were also trying to remain calm as they analyzed the situation.

The two parties involved, Kenta Kitamura and Yuta Ueno, exchanged a glance, their eyes revealing disbelief and despair.

This kind of strength...

Forget about teaching him to respect his seniors; he was already being merciful by simply overwhelming them with his tennis skills instead of directly teaching them how to be good people.

But their relief didn't last long.

From the third ball onwards, Kamiya You completely outmaneuvered them, forcing them to run all over the court.

But even though they chased after it with all their might, they still couldn't even touch the edge of the ball, and could only watch helplessly as streaks of yellow light passed by them time and time again.

From that point on, the match became a one-sided performance by Kamiya You.

The racket with only two strings seemed to possess magic in his hands; each swing was accompanied by a dull thud and the despair in Kitamura and Ueno's eyes.

In just six minutes.

"Game! Kamiya You! 6-0!" Kikumaru Eiji's voice was filled with amazement and excitement. "Match over! Kamiya You wins this match!"

After the match, the second and third-year club members who had previously been clamoring to teach Kamiya You a lesson were now silent, like ducks with their necks being choked.

They stared wide-eyed, mouths agape, unable to believe what was happening on the field:

The two third-year regulars, who had been so aggressive just moments before, were now like two puddles of mud, collapsing straight to the ground the instant the final whistle blew!

In stark contrast to them was the barely suppressed commotion in the first-year section on the sidelines.

Those freshmen who knew Kamiya You's identity and his bold statement that he "would become a minister" had their faces flushed red, their eyes sparkling with almost fanatical excitement and a triumphant "exhilaration".

They exchanged glances, clenched their fists excitedly, and their bodies trembled slightly with excitement.

Looking at the once high and mighty seniors now in such a disheveled state, and then at the figure in the center of the arena who resembled a god of war...

A strong sense of pride, a feeling of "being honored to share in" spread wildly through their hearts.

This incredibly strong future minister, capable of crushing all his seniors, is a freshman!

This feels amazing!

As for the eye of the storm, Kamiya Yo himself?

His gaze didn't linger for even a second on Kitamura and Ueno's distraught and utterly wretched figures.

He simply lowered his eyes slightly, his gaze fixed on the system panel in the void that only he could see.

The screen clearly displays: [You defeated two insignificant opponents, and you gained: GOAT value +2].

Tsk, beating the weak really doesn't yield any results, and you can't get anything from those two random randoms either.

Kamiya You withdrew his gaze, then twirled his racket, looking at the upperclassmen whose eyes were filled with fear. His voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable air of command.

"Take it away immediately."

"Next group, up!"

The second and third-year students looked at each other, wondering who would fight him and who could defeat him!

After a brief silence, two second-year regulars gritted their teeth and stepped forward. "I'll do it!"

"I'll do it."

Kamiya You didn't even bother to respond, simply raising his chin casually.

Six minutes later.

Same score, same crushing defeat.

"Game, Kamiya Yao! 6-0!"

"Match ended! Kamiya You has won this match!"

Kamiya You remained expressionless: "Take them away. Next group."

The onlookers: "!!!"

Another shutout?!

Four consecutive starters, yet utterly powerless to put up a fight?!

How...how is this possible?!

And after two rounds, how come this guy didn't break a sweat at all?!

Fear and shock began to spread among the crowd.

Everyone's eyes instinctively turned to the remaining regulars, eventually focusing on Shimizu Masahiro, who usually performed exceptionally well.

Masahiro Shimizu took a deep breath, looking at the expectant yet complex gazes of the crowd.

He knew he couldn't escape it.

but,

He wasn't the first to go on stage, nor was he Kamiya-kun's main target, so he shouldn't lose too badly.

With this thought in mind, Shimizu Masahiro stepped forward, accompanied by Kuwata Kazuo, a second-year club member who admired him.

"Shimizu-senpai, I'm with you!" Kuwata Kazuo gripped his racket tightly and then gave Shimizu Masahiro a thumbs-up.

"It's up to you guys, Shimizu-kun and Kuwata-kun! Go for it!" The others cheered them on.

Saito Hideya stared intently at Shimizu Masahiro, the second strongest member of the tennis club after himself, and the member he trusted most.

Hopefully, Shimizu can exhaust Kamiya You's stamina.

Even just a little bit would be fine!

As long as Kamiya Yo shows signs of fatigue or reveals a weakness...

However, when Masahiro Shimizu and Kazuo Kuwata took their positions on the right half of the field and he uttered his first words, Hideki Saito's scheming and ominous premonition instantly surged to their peak!

Shimizu Masahiro, facing Kamiya You, revealed a smile that was clearly bitter and submissive.

"Kamiya-kun, please... show mercy."

Kuwata Kazuo: "??!"

He abruptly turned to look at Masahiro Shimizu, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets, his face filled with shock and confusion, even a hint of anger at being betrayed.

Shimizu-senpai, are you crazy?!

Before the fighting even begins, are you trying to boost the enemy's morale and diminish your own?! How can you possibly fight that battle?!

Saito Hide's heart sank even further, and his face instantly turned extremely ugly.

Shimizu's performance... this isn't fear at all; it's clearly cowardice before the battle even begins, a complete surrender in his heart before he's even stepped onto the court!

Shimizu didn't even have the slightest will to resist!

So, what is the strength of this first-year student...?

A chill ran from the soles of his feet straight up to the top of Saito Shu's head.

He clenched his fist tightly, his nails digging deep into his palm, trying to use the pain to dispel the unease.

No, not possible!

Saito Shu forced himself to calm down. Although Kamiya You was very strong, ridiculously strong, to say he was at the level of Captain Ochi...

That's absolutely impossible!

He's only a first-grader! This is too extraordinary, it's completely illogical!

Saito Hide tried to mentally prepare himself, attempting to regain some confidence and self-assurance as a department head.