The Prince of Tennis: My tennis skills come from Naruto

On the field, the match began in an extremely eerie atmosphere.

The doubles pair of Masahiro Shimizu and Kazuo Kuwata demonstrated a level of skill far surpassing the previous players, especially Shimizu, whose movement was faster and reactions more agile.

Even so, the two of them still couldn't touch the ball when they teamed up.

Kamiya You's figure darted across the doubles court like a ghost, accompanied by the short hiss of his shoes rubbing against the ground. He skillfully alternated various footwork techniques, appearing precisely in every corner of the left half of the court where he was needed.

With each swing of his racket, he precisely blasted the tennis ball into a position on the court that his opponent could not reach.

Then, six minutes later...

"Game, Kamiya You, 6-0! Match over! Kamiya You wins this match!" Kikumaru Eiji's cheerful voice rang out again.

The entire stadium fell silent once again.

In the second and third grade area, you could clearly hear even their breathing.

Shimizu-senpai... lost too?!

Such a clean and thorough defeat?!

What kind of monster is this first-year student named Kamiya You?!

Meanwhile, Kuwata Kazuo, who had previously thought Shimizu Masahiro was cowardly before even engaging in battle, felt as if his soul had ascended to heaven. Now, only one thought occupied his mind: 'So, the clown is actually myself?!'

The first-year students were thrilled by Kamiya You's overwhelming performance. Although they didn't say anything, they couldn't suppress the smiles on their faces.

As for Kamiya You himself?

He remained calm and composed, simply saying, "Take them away, next group."

No one answered, and no one went on stage.

Those team members who hadn't yet played a match instinctively took a half-step back, some lowered their heads, unable to meet that cold gaze, and some gripped their rackets so tightly that their knuckles turned white.

But no one has ever mustered the courage to take that step.

Kamiya Yo raised an eyebrow, then swept his cold gaze over the remaining members, deciding to choose his next pair of prey himself.

"You, you, go up."

The command was concise and cold, devoid of any emotion, but the person being called upon was unable to utter a word of refusal and could only walk onto the field, pale-faced.

And so, one after another, the second and third-year regulars, whether voluntarily or involuntarily, stepped onto the court, and within a few short minutes, were utterly crushed with the same score (6-0) and in the same way (without any chance to fight back), falling down like harvested wheat.

At the edge of the field, more and more figures collapsed to the ground, their groans, heavy breathing, and suppressed sobs mingling together to create a tragic scene of defeated men.

Meanwhile, in the center of the arena, Kamiya You, the instigator, remained as calm as ever.

"devil!"

"He...he's really not some kind of humanoid weapon?!"

"What...what are we fighting against..." The desperate whispers spread like a plague.

A heavy, dark cloud hung over the heads of every second- and third-year student.

Their pride, confidence, and the dignity of their predecessors were utterly shattered and crushed into mud in this cruel crushing.

quickly,

Only two remaining members, including Minister Saito Hide, were not selected to participate.

Kamiya Yo raised his cross racket, ignoring Kurokawa Takeshi, who hadn't even played yet but was already pale-faced, and pointed directly at Saito Shu.

"Come."

Saito Shu looked at Kamiya You, whose face was covered with only a thin layer of sweat, took a deep breath, and an indescribable sense of absurdity and immense pressure surged into his heart at the same time.

Does anyone know?

Kamiya You fought twenty-four opponents single-handedly, and afterwards he looked completely nonchalant?!

He had originally planned to let others wear him down first, and then reap the rewards later...

Saito Hide gave a self-deprecating laugh.

However, although the current situation is vastly different from what he had previously planned, as the club president, and as the last pillar and defense for the second and third-year students at this moment,

Saito Hide knew perfectly well that he had no way out.

At that moment, the final, encouraging shouts of the second and third-year students echoed from all around.

"Go, Minister!"

"Minister, we're counting on you!"

"Kurokawa-kun, do your best too. At least don't hold the captain back."

Oishi Shuichiro stared intently at Saito Shu's figure, hoping that he could protect the last vestige of dignity for the tennis club.

Saito Hide did not respond, but simply straightened his back, gripped his racket tightly, and walked onto the court with heavy but firm steps.

Under the complex gazes of the crowd, Kurokawa Takeshi slowly and stiffly made his way onto the court.

Kamiya You placed the racket upside down on the ground, looking at Saito Hidemichi, "Which?"

Saito Hide composed himself and said in a deep voice, "smooth."

The racket spun around a few times before falling to the ground with a "thud," the "A" mark on the bottom of the handle lying there quietly.

"Rough, I'll serve first," Kamiya You said calmly.

Saito Hide nodded, and then quickly assigned corresponding areas to Kurokawa Takeshi, deciding that he would be the first to receive the serve.

After the two players got into position to receive the ball in the right half of the field,

Then there was a loud "bang".

Kamiya Yo's serve was like a yellow streak tearing through the air, hitting the corner of the service area precisely, bouncing up and flying straight out of the court.

Saito Shu's pupils contracted sharply. He had barely made a movement when the ball hit the wire mesh with a "crack" sound.

"Kamiya You's score! 15-0!"

Immediately afterwards, the second ball, in the same manner, was again nailed to the sideline of the other service court before Kurokawa could react.

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

What followed was completely predictable and incredibly fast.

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

……

"Game, Kamiya You! 1-0! Switch sides!"

With Kikumaru Eiji's verdict, the second and third year area fell into complete silence. They simply could not accept the fact that even with the captain on the field, they couldn't touch the ball.

In stark contrast, the sparks were practically bursting from the eyes of the first-year members.

Several boys standing in the front row bumped shoulders with each other.

Someone exclaimed through clenched teeth:

"As expected of Kamiya-kun, dealing with his senior is as easy as chopping vegetables!"

On the court, Saito Shu's hand holding the racket trembled slightly as he looked at Kamiya You's figure opposite him, a deep bitterness on his face.

I initially thought Kamiya's ball speed was already quite fast, as seen in his matches against Kitamura and Ueno, but now it seems he had something else up his sleeve?!

The rest of the match unfolded like a brutal silent film.

Saito Hide and Kurokawa Takeshi gave it their all, displaying the best teamwork and the most tenacious defense they could muster.

Saito Hide even attempted several desperate attacks.

However, all of this was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot in the face of Kamiya You's overwhelming strength.

The score on the scoreboard, belonging to Kamiya You, kept flipping relentlessly and steadily:

2-0……

3-0……

4-0……

5-0……

Soon, the match reached its final point.