The Prince of Tennis: My tennis skills come from Naruto

Kamiya You was juggling the ball at a leisurely pace, but his thoughts were flowing in another dimension:

The current timeline is two years before the start of the story. Two years later, Oishi Shuichiro and Kikumaru Eiji's individual strength has only reached the beginner level of the Kanto level.

Now...

Kamiya You pondered for a moment, and had already made up his mind.

Let's start by showing 45% of our strength, have some fun, and test their limits. Let's see what sparks this future golden duo can create in their early, inexperienced stages.

With this thought in mind, he gently tossed the ball upwards, and leaped up the instant it hit the ground.

The black shoelaces fluttered gracefully in the air.

Seeing this, Atobe Keigo, who was watching from the sidelines, had a knowing smile flash across his dark blue eyes. It seemed that Kamiya's wicked thoughts had resurfaced.

That makes sense, though. The person he specifically recruited opposed him on his very first day, so if he didn't teach him a lesson, he wouldn't be Kamiya.

Sengoku Kiyosumi also thought of this and shook her head.

Oh dear, this unlucky kid, why did he have to provoke Kamiya-kun's authority of all things?

And to be honest, Sengoku Kiyosumi really didn't understand why this first-year student named Oishi would stand up.

Everyone here is on their first day in the club, so what does it have to do with him what the seniors in the tennis club do?

Especially since these so-called seniors had just given them a hard time.

Shouldn't we wholeheartedly support Kamiya-kun's reprimand of them?

Now look what's happened! The minister's topspin serve will definitely give him a hard time.

In the air, Kamiya You's dark pupils followed the flying tennis ball closely, and in the instant the ball fell, he completed a set of movements in one smooth motion: backswing, body rotation, and swing.

"Clang!"

With a heavy but peculiar sound, the tennis ball shot out towards the service court located diagonally.

Shuichiro Oishi quickly ran to the landing point, ready to swing his racket, but then a strange thing happened the moment the tennis ball touched the ground!

This ball didn't bounce up like a normal serve; instead, after hitting the ground, it spun wildly along the ground several times at an astonishing speed!

Immediately afterwards, the high-speed spinning tennis ball, with a strong topspin, flew straight and fiercely toward Shuichiro Oishi's face!

"What?!"

Shuichiro Oishi's pupils suddenly contracted.

In the field of vision, the fluorescent yellow sphere rapidly enlarged in an instant, bringing with it a sharp wind pressure that rushed towards us!

This was completely beyond his understanding and experience. Oishi Shuichiro's mind went blank, and his body's instinctive reactions completely failed in the face of such a sudden change.

He completely forgot to dodge, or rather, he didn't have time to make any effective dodge maneuvers!

He could only watch helplessly as the dangerous tennis ball, whistling through the air, grazed his nose and hair before bouncing past with a "whoosh"!

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

Saito Hide, acting as the temporary referee, broke the silence on the field with his timely voice.

"I, I'm super!!!" A second-year member couldn't help but swear, his eyes wide open.

"What... what kind of serve is this?! How could the ball bounce in my face?!" Another team member pointed at the court, his voice trembling.

"Incredible! How can you hit a serve with that kind of spin using that racket?!" A strong but pale-faced third-year student exclaimed in disbelief.

Although it's said that a calligraphy master doesn't need to write with a fine brush, it still has to be a brush, right? And is the racket that Kamiya Yo is holding even a racket?!

It only has two strings! And how come the strings don't break when hitting this kind of spin ball?!

Huh, is that a person?!

"No way?! He never used this move when fighting other people, even the club president! But now he's using it on two first-years? Are those two first-years stronger than the club president?!"

A third-year club member's voice was filled with shock and a hint of resentment; he couldn't understand what was happening before his eyes.

Thinking back to when I was in first grade, I was so proud of myself for being able to serve the ball into the designated area...

Meanwhile, Kikumaru Eiji comforted the dazed Oishi Shuichiro, "It's alright, Oishi, it's only the first ball."

"Moreover, the spin on that serve is so unique that it's normal not to be able to return it."

"You're right." Oishi Shuichiro secretly gripped his racket tighter. The shock from that strange and fierce spin serve that grazed his nose and scalp hadn't completely dissipated, and the sharp wind pressure seemed to still linger on his skin.

but,

He believed he was already familiar with this kind of spin, so he was sure he could catch the next ball!

At this moment, Kamiya You had already moved to the left service court. This time, instead of using an outside spin serve, he launched a clean and crisp fast serve.

Kikumaru Eiji's footwork was incredibly fast, but he realized there was still some distance to the landing point, so with a "Heave-ho!" he jumped directly to the right front.

At the same time, grip the racket with both hands, ready to return the ball with a backhand after it bounces up.

However, it was still a body length away from the bouncing tennis ball beam.

As Kikumaru Eiji landed lightly, Saito Shu announced the score: "Kamiya You scores! 30-0!"

Eiji Kikumaru touched the bandage on his face, only realizing after catching the ball himself that his captain's ball speed was incredibly fast, yay!

His jumping ability is so good, he should have been able to catch up, but in fact he was still a body length behind that yellow light.

On the opposite side, Kamiya You, who had already changed his service area, started juggling the ball again.

The "pattering" sound landed squarely on Oishi Shuichiro's heart.

Another topspin serve?!

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to concentrate, lowering his center of gravity, his palms sweating as he gripped the racket tightly, his eyes fixed on Kamiya Yo's every subtle movement like a hawk's.

With fluid movements, Kamiya You tossed the ball upwards, the fluorescent yellow tennis ball tracing a brief but dazzling arc in the sunlight.

Just as it began to fall, Kamiya You's leg muscles suddenly burst forth with astonishing power, and his body shot up from the ground like an arrow, his black shoelaces tracing a graceful path in the air.

"Clang!"

The tennis ball hurtled towards them.

Shuichiro Oishi's pupils focused wildly.

"The ball will land in the frontcourt! The direction of spin is..."

But just as the thought process reached this point, Huang Guang had already smashed the ball into the service area.

"bass!"

The tennis ball bounced off the ground, transforming into a blur of light, low-flying motion.

It hurtled straight at Shuichiro Oishi's face, accompanied by a sharp gust of wind!

There was no time to react, or even time to dodge!

"Sizzle—"

A very faint but teeth-grinding scraping sound rang out.

The tennis ball didn't hit his face, but it ruthlessly "ploughed" through the short, stiff hair on the top of his head!

To put it in perspective, Shuichiro Oishi felt as if his scalp had been roughly scraped by an invisible, high-speed spinning razor.

"hiss--"