The Prince of Tennis: My tennis skills come from Naruto

Saito Shu stood in the service area, his team uniform already soaked with sweat. The wet fabric clung to his skin, outlining his slightly trembling figure due to exhaustion.

The stickiness on my body and the despair in my heart intertwined, like sinking into a cold swamp, and all my struggles were in vain.

He took a deep breath, barely regained his senses, and then mustered every last bit of strength in his body to deliver his final serve of the match.

"Bang!"

The tennis ball flew from Saito Hide's racket, barely managing to land in the service court, only to be cleanly and decisively returned by Kamiya You, who was waiting patiently.

"Bang!"

The tennis ball flew as a straight yellow line, precisely hitting the gap between Saito Hide and Kurokawa Takeshi, bouncing high after landing and flying far out of bounds.

"Kamiya You scores!"

"Game, Kamiya Yao, 6-0!"

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

Saito Shu slowly lowered his arm, almost letting the racket slip from his hand.

He was silent for a moment, then looked up at the demon-like figure opposite him, and said in a hoarse but clear voice, "I lost."

After saying this, he did not feel the expected defeat and collapse, but rather a sense of relief.

Perhaps, having someone with such strong abilities as captain would lead to a better future for the Hyotei Tennis Club.

Kamiya You, racket in hand, surveyed the room, his gaze sweeping over the dejected and lifeless second and third-year students, and then over the excited and enthusiastic first-year students.

He lingered for an extra second on Shuichiro Oishi, whose eyes revealed an inexplicable determination.

Then he said calmly,

"it's over."

Three words brought this unprecedented challenge to a cold close.

"It's over... even the minister... lost..."

"There's no hope... absolutely no hope..."

"Is this guy... really... really a first-year student?!"

As he delivered his merciless verdict, desperate whispers and sobs rose again, engulfing the entire stadium like a tidal wave.

In the second and third grade area, after Saito Hide and Kurokawa Takeshi's defeat, their morale completely collapsed.

Many people slumped in the stands, their eyes unfocused, as if their souls had been ripped out.

In this quagmire of despair, a figure suddenly stood up.

His actions carried a resolute determination, instantly drawing everyone's attention.

"No, it's not over yet, I'll take over!" Oishi Shuichiro's voice was loud and firm, breaking the oppressive silence.

Shuichiro Oishi's gaze was very firm.

Although he knew that he was able to enter Hyotei University based on his tennis skills thanks to Kamiya You's recommendation, and although he had personally witnessed Kamiya You's inhuman strength.

However, one thing at a time!

The dignity of the tennis club and the rules of the tennis club will not be allowed to be destroyed in such a trampled way by anyone, not even Kamiya-kun whom he is grateful to!

"Huh?" Kikumaru Eiji was stunned, his cat-like eyes under his red hair wide open.

How did Oishi end up clashing with Kamiya-kun?!

Isn't it normal for these senior students to lose to Kamiya-kun, the overrated department head?

And putting everything else aside, just look at the strength Kamiya-kun has shown so far, how dare Oishi challenge him?!

"Are you alone?" A hint of mockery flashed in Kamiya You's eyes.

Shuichiro Oishi always felt that Oishi's eyes conveyed a sense of "You think you can take him on by yourself?"

Although he felt that he was stronger than Saito Hide, who had just suffered a crushing defeat, after witnessing Kamiya You's terrifying strength that overwhelmed everyone, Oishi Shuichiro knew clearly that he had no chance of winning in a one-on-one fight.

Therefore, he admitted that finding a partner to team up with would increase their chances of winning.

However, all the first-year students in the vicinity avoided him, including Kiyosumi Sengoku, Ryo Shishido, and Gakuto Mukahi.

As for Jiro Akutagawa, he was sleeping standing up and didn't care about what was happening here at all.

Kikumaru Eiji watched this scene, scratching his head in frustration, his mind in turmoil.

This is so troublesome. He doesn't really want to play doubles, and he's not very good at it either, not to mention his opponent is that freak, the club president.

but……

But those are huge rocks!

Seeing his friend, whom he hadn't known for long but who he got along with surprisingly well, now isolated and helpless, a surge of patriotic fervor welled up within him.

He threw all his hesitation, fear, and troubles with doubles coordination to the winds!

Kikumaru Eiji put on a "what the hell" expression, gritted his teeth, and

"Then I'll do it!"

As Kikumaru Eiji spoke, he nimbly climbed down from the referee's chair in a few quick movements, then picked up the racket placed next to him and stood next to Oishi Shuichiro.

As the two first-year students resolutely walked towards the court, some slumped figures in the second and third-year section stirred slightly, and a glimmer of life returned to their empty eyes.

Saito Hide was also overwhelmed with emotion.

He was moved by their courage and felt he needed to do something.

So, Saito Hide took a deep breath, suppressed the bitterness in his throat, and walked towards the referee's chair.

He took Kikumaru Eiji's place and solemnly assured him, "I will now serve as the referee, and I guarantee, on the honor of the Saito family, that I will make a fair judgment!"

Seeing this, Sengoku Kiyosumi expressed her utter bewilderment, saying, "That person is one thing, but Kikumaru is getting involved and fighting with Kamiya-kun?!"

Ryo Shishido touched the brim of his hat, indicating that Eiji Kikumaru, who dared to step onto the field after watching Kamiya's match, was indeed a brave man!

On the field, Kamiya You glanced at Kikumaru and Oishi across from him and slightly curled his lips.

He had been thinking about how to get the two of them to play doubles, and then this opportunity came along.

He held the racket in one hand, placed it horizontally on the ground, and looked at Shuichiro Oishi. "Which?"

Shuichiro Oishi pondered for two seconds, then said, "Rough."

Upon hearing this, Kamiya You gently spun his racket.

The racket spun rapidly like a top several times.

Finally losing its balance, it fell to the ground with a "thud".

The markings at the bottom of the handle are clearly facing upwards.

"My service game," Kamiya Yo raised an eyebrow.

After taking his place in the service area, Kamiya Yo casually pinched the fluorescent yellow ball between his fingers with his left hand, while his black pupils, like the most precise sniper scope, firmly locked onto Oishi Shuichiro, whose body was tense and on high alert in the opposite half of the court.

Although pairing Oishi Shuichiro and Kikumaru Eiji into a doubles team was one of his plans, Kamiya Yo was honestly not particularly satisfied with this particular occasion.

So, Oishi Shuichiro, as the first freshman to stand up against him, what kind of gift should he give you?

At that moment, referee Saito Hide announced, "I declare the match open!"

"The match between Kamiya You, Kikumaru Eiji, and Oishi Shuichiro has come to an end!"

"It's now Yo Kamiya's serve."

Kamiya You leaned slightly to the right, then juggled the ball a few times with his left hand.

"Pat-pat" "Pat-pat" "Pat-pat"...

The rhythmic, soft sounds echoed across the silent court, like an invisible psychological pressure, each bounce striking heavily on Kikumaru and Oishi's heartstrings.